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The War of Men and Monsters
Alex: “Pants!” I shout from the doorway, waving a pair of my brother’s blue jeans at my half naked roommate. She’s still jogging away when she half turns and waves like I’ve just said goodbye. My favorite thing about crocodile hatching day is watching Anna be excited every single time like she hasn’t been doing this for a decade.
Toni X BearPublished 2 years ago in FilthyMr. Brown
His gorgeous face lies between my thighs and my breath is caught in my throat. His bold brown eyes pierce my own with a certain intensity and I know that he is very aware of what he’s doing to me. The exploring of his tongue on my inner core is causing my body to have raging convulsions. It’s only then that I can force myself to break eye contact as I allow my body to release its warm fluids and the sounds of my screams finally echo throughout the room, but I can assure you that they aren’t the kind of screams that come from pain or from fear. These screams are the end result of pure pleasure and satisfaction. I cannot believe that this stranger knows my body better than my own husband.
Logan SteelePublished 2 years ago in FilthyZara the Cobblers Daughter
He knew from his first glance, she was a strikingly beautiful young woman just beginning to bloom and the most breath taking creature the Prince had ever focused his blood shot eyes on before.
Steve KravetzPublished 2 years ago in FilthyRed “riding” Hood
My name is Masaki, I am 23 years old, and I live with my mother in a little cabin at Komorebi Woods, far away from the kingdom's city. We are so isolated from the town that we only travel there when we need to shop books, iron tools, coal or weapons. Otherwise, we have everything we have to survive our everyday life. My mother has taught me how to hunt with several weapons such as bow and arrow, small blade, axe, traps, and spear. We also know how to fish, cook, bake, sew, make a fire, sowing and reaping, manufacture furniture and fabricating. All kind of handicrafts with wood, bamboo, rope and clay, that said it’s very obvious we don’t need to leave our house more than once in a month.
Tales of a Unicorn
Angel stood there, exhaling the smoke from her cigarette into the night air as she edged across the patio towards the living room window. Only moments before had she asked him if he wanted to cum, his reply had been no. He said he wanted to wait till they were all upstairs together.
Connie GasterPublished 2 years ago in FilthyFaceBook Friend to FaceBook Lover
--- I have known Pam since 9th grade. She is from Small Town Friendly where I grew up. I was our high school quarterback and point guard. Pam was one of the hottest cheerleaders at RS Central.
Timothy KincaidPublished 2 years ago in FilthyRehab with Two Angels
It’s Friday Night Lights in North Carolina. We are beating one of the best high school football teams in the state. I’m our leader, the R.S. Central quarterback.
Timothy KincaidPublished 2 years ago in FilthyWhite Girl Problems
I told y'all dem Liberty Christians didn't stand a chance after my glorious night and day with my Tiger Queen; Stephanie. I had my best game of the year pouring in 25 points.
Timothy KincaidPublished 2 years ago in FilthyThe Black Satta King
We have made it back to the Clemson campus after our epic haul as The Satta King and Queen of the South. Rae has an idea and I agree that we introduce the game to Clemson University.
Timothy KincaidPublished 2 years ago in FilthyTroy Alexander: Not Enough Time
Opening Credits song https://youtu.be/bfa9yxCpWoA Troy and Helena arrive in South Wexford, Ireland where Troy's mother Alicia has been hiding ever since her husband Holland divorce her in order to become the new prime minister. Troy found out from his half-sister Violet where his mother was located. Alicia owns a hotel resort called Green Village
Victor Robinson IIPublished 2 years ago in FilthyRandy's Rendezvous
Randy was just ordering his favorite IPA when he spotted her across the bar. She had bent over to pick something up when it fell on the floor and, well, that would have caught most men's (and some women's) eyes. It was those jeans. The jeans always got him. There's just something about a nice round.... Wow. That smile. The conversation at her table was going well and he couldn't help but notice the radiant energy that exploded from her with that smile. He hadn't ever seen her here before, and it's a place he comes often. Wait, is that Sadie with her?
Karen LaRuePublished 2 years ago in FilthyPaid Company
“All night?” He smirked “I don’t really do that.” He stared at me amused. “A couple hours at most.” “I promise I’ll make it worth your time.” I said handing him an envelope.
Fluffy Adams.Published 2 years ago in Filthy