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Love Triangle 10: Hungry
Christmas music filled the air as Peter and Veronica stepped off the subway and entered the department store. "It seems strange to realize this isn't my holiday anymore," Veronica remarked.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyLove Triangle 9
Unable to finish dusting, she sat down on the sofa and covered her face with her hands. A moment later, she felt her husband's arms around her. "You heard all of that, didn't you?"
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyLove Triangle 8: Big News
"What on earth is going on?" The middle-aged woman was livid with rage. Peter and Veronica immediately froze. Veronica's eyes glanced wildly around for a good place to hide.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyMalik Needs A Freak
Malik was growing more and more frustrated. Every night it was the same old routine. Take off clothes, turn out the lights, get in bed, get on top of her, 7 minutes of slow boring missionary, roll over, go to sleep. Blah, blah, blah. He loved his wife Trina and she knew how to please him in every way...except sexually. She was a virgin until their wedding night and had unrealistic fairytale ideas about sex. Trina enjoyed making love like the people did in sappy romantic movies, but Malik was not satisfied because he wanted to fuck.
Sapphire DeBrownPublished 2 years ago in FilthyLove Triangle 7: Eloping
Peter opened his eyes to see the cracked ceiling of the dingy motel room he and Veronica had spent the first night of their married life in. He'd never even been inside a building as dirty and run-down before, never mind spent the night in one. He thought of Veronica and imagined that the same probably wasn't true of her.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyLove Triangle 6: Passion Fulfilled
"Now look what you've done," Peter raged. "Some day you'll thank me, dear," Mrs. Wedemeyer replied. "Now, what was this oh-so-important matter you had to discuss with me?" asked Peter.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthySpending the Night With Jack 2
The following morning, Jack lay propped up on one elbow in bed watching Abigail's face, which was peaceful in sleep. He remembered the first time he had held Abigail in his arms, twenty years previously, after she had collapsed. At the time, he had had no idea that he would ever hold her as he had that night. As he softly touched her hair, Jack felt fiercely protective of Abigail, longing to shield her from all harm.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyLove Triangle 4: Spending the Night
Peter was surprised, but followed her into the bedroom, where she retrieved a nightgown from a drawer. "Excuse me for just a minute," she said, disappearing into the restroom. She returned a few moments later wearing the nightgown, glanced at Peter, and then slid underneath the covers. Peter slowly undressed down to his underwear and joined her in bed.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyLove Triangle 2: Fight
Peter had trouble falling asleep that night. He couldn't get the angry voices he'd heard shouting out of his mind. One had been Veronica's, and the other had been male. Was Luis a violent man? Was Veronica in danger? Now that he knew where she lived, he was tempted to stop by just to see if she was all right, but he didn't want to get her in trouble in case Luis was home.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyLove Triangle 1
"Congratulate me," Luis said as he sauntered through the front door. "I got a job!" "Oh, honey, that's wonderful!" Veronica walked from the bedroom into the den. "Where is it?"
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyLove Triangle 3: Dinner
"I'd like that." She glanced down shyly. "It's a date, then." Peter kissed the tip of her nose, and she blushed slightly. "Pick you up at six."
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyReunited After 25 Years 21
"Sasha?" Anton walked over to the cat and picked it up. Its body was completely limp. "Oh, Sasha!" Tenderly Anton sat the tiny body back down and began to sob. Andrea held him and stroked his hair. "I'm so sorry," she murmured.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in Filthy