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Survivor’s remorse
They thought they were safe on the Carpathia. But at 8:30am on April the 15th, the skies were overcast and threats of more ice, fog and even an upcoming sea-storm were in the air. The 705 survivors of the sinking of the Titanic, most were women and children and one man by the name of Daniel Buckley who was smuggled onto one of the boats during the confusion, all huddled together around the deck of the ship.
Timothy E JonesPublished 2 years ago in Filthyshe was called love
*Present Day* She stood in the mirror nude eyes raking over her body taking in the fresh redness of her whipped skin, the welts showing over the faded ones of the past. A ghost of a smile remained as she took in the current nipple piercings and the tiny tat beneath her right breast before turning and looking at her back in the double full length mirror. A shudder and trickles of wetness seeped down her thighs as she saw the Double brand of her owner centered on her buttocks. Her hands traced over the collar that was locked permanently around her throat then down over her body. Turning away from the mirror she walked over to the bed engraved “love” the name her Owner called her. She barely remembered her birth name or any other one after all these years. Love smiled as thoughts of her Master came to mind and how she had come to be His.
Kia T Cooper-ErbstPublished 2 years ago in FilthyMaster's Pet Part 2
Silence can be scary but can also be so arousing. In this instance is both. I lay atop a wooden bench with a cushion built onto the top of it. The bench is only about sixteen inches wide and 2 ft long. I am strapped down to the bench with a belt around my waist. My legs are tied with ropes keeping my caves tight to my thighs and my legs spread wide apart. My hands are strapped to the front legs of the bench keeping my arms hanging down. My head is hanging off the end of the bench stretching my neck and exposing my throat. Master has also strapped my blindfold on as well as my ball gag.
The sweetest love story.
My dude and I have been going strong for nearly seven years now, and we love each other more than we did in the beginning. We are so in love. I love my bae. When I see my bae again we will fuck our brains out. I cannot wait to fuck on my dude's sexy stallion shaped fat long penis. It is so pretty, when his dick stands up for me it's super sexy. Every time my boo thing comes around me his penis gets so erect he is ready to shove it in my horny wet pussy.
Angelina F. ThomasPublished 2 years ago in FilthyReunited After 25 Years 54: Gender Reveal
On the way home from the library, Andrea stopped at the dollar store and bought a package of all-pink balloons. When she got home, she blew several of them up and attached them to the mailbox. Then she tied several more to the doorknob on the outside.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyReunited After 25 Years: Amniocentesis
Andrea closed her eyes and tried her best to think of lying in the sun relaxing as the needle plunged into her abdomen. Because of the increased risk of bearing a child with Down's syndrome or another chromosomal abnormality at her age, Dr. Keller had recommended that she undergo an amniocentesis. She felt Anton's hand covering her own tighten, and they both held their breaths as they watched the movements of their unborn child on the screen while the needle entered its amniotic sac.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyReunited After 25 Years 56: Emergency!
"So what did the doctor say this time?" Anton asked his wife that evening. "He said my blood pressure's a little high, but other than that, everything's fine," Andrea told him.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyReunited After 25 Years 55: A Passionate Interlude
April became May, and Anton's greenhouse was soon bursting with color and fragrance. Andrea loved to move from flower to flower, examining the leaves and blooms and inhaling the aromas as Anton explained what each one was. Some she had never heard of; others her own mother had grown in her garden when Andrea had been a child.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyReunited After 25 Years 52
The following Saturday was a sunny but cool and breezy day. "Perfect day for flying kites," Anton commented. "Oh, yeah! That's something we haven't done in a long time," Andrea agreed.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyReunited After 25 Years 51
"This is my husband, Anton," Andrea told Dr. Keller. "I told him I might have an ultrasound." "And so you shall." After writing down all Andrea's basic information and medical history, the doctor asked if either of them had a history of birth defects in their families. "Not that I know of," Andrea replied, and Anton shook his head.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyReunited After 25 Years 50
Anton's jaw dropped. "You are? Really?" "Mm hm." Andrea nodded, smiling. "Andrea!" Anton laughed and hugged her. "So the other doctor was wrong, then!"
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyReunited After 25 years 39: Sex Fiend
It began as a nearly perfect Saturday. The sky was a beautiful shade of blue, and it was neither too hot nor too cold. Anton and Andrea spent a highly enjoyable morning together at the flea market, where Anton found some gardening tools he needed and Andrea found craft supplies. They had oyster sandwiches for lunch at a cozy little seaside deli, then went home and made love.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in Filthy