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Daddy's Favorite
I'm spending the weekend with my best friend. We’re home from college but my family is out of town and I’m basically a part of her family anyways. We’ve been best friends since 8th grade, we actually took each other to junior prom and it was so much better than our senior prom when we took boy dates.
By Tuesday Daily5 years ago in Filthy
The "Stranger"
Content not appropriate for anyone under 18 Warning BDSM content The “Stranger” It was dark when I first met my lover, I had gone to see a blues band play at a local bar. I did not notice him first I was too caught up in the music playing, and the feel of my body swaying to the sound. He came up behind me and started dancing with me, our body’s twisting to the sound of the guitar. His hands fell on my hips his lips on my neck as we danced all night long to the sound of the blues band playing. It was not long until the band was done playing, our ears still ringing from standing so close to the stage; that he asked me to get a drink at the bar with him. I smiled and said yes, there was something about him, a magnetism that I could not put into words but one that pulled me towards him with every fiber in my body.
By MissyMarie 5 years ago in Filthy
Nice To Meet You
Content not for anyone under age of 18 Warning BDSM Content Nice To Meet You There’s a chill in the air as I walk up the driveway. The porch light being on is the only sign of life on the street at this late hour. I shiver as I climb up the porch stairs. I reflexively tighten my coat pulling it closer to my body. I’ve put on my favorite pair of high heels, and a set of black elbow length opera gloves. My hair is held up by two bobby pins under my hat. I take a deep breath and knock on the front door. As I wait for someone to answer I try to ground my anxiety. I notice that the door is red the window trim white and the curtains on the other side of the glass is black.
By MissyMarie 5 years ago in Filthy
His Gaze
This material is not for anyone under the age of 18. Warning BDSM content His Gaze He stands above me his eyes roaming over my half naked body, I can feel his gaze trail down neck along my collarbone over my breasts. I can feel my nipples hardening under the fabric of my flimsy lingerie. I continue to stare at his feet, I had always hated direct eye contact; it was too pure, too intimate. Power rolls off Him in waves, his presence sending shivers down my spine. He steps around to my left and my heart starts to pound at the anticipation of what has yet to come. His hands slide across my shoulder blades, goosebumps spring forward where his fingers touch my skin.
By MissyMarie 5 years ago in Filthy
The Teleporter Part 4
“I don’t think I can pay my mortgage. I lost my job spending all my time with you,” Katie said, sitting at her kitchen table. She had barely left the house in a month and was shuffling through the many bills that were beginning to pile up. Katie didn’t want to deal with any of it, but she couldn’t live in a pleasure filled fantasy land forever.
By Kelsey Reich5 years ago in Filthy
Spring Break Play
Friday Night she entered the house at three thirty on Friday afternoon, and what a long week it had been. Ha a long week, try a long day. This was the Friday before spring break and the kids had been not so subtle in their joy of that thought. But now Dara had a whole week off to relax and recharge, and Daddy to help with some of that. Placing her purse on the floor by the entry table she headed up stairs to change thinking of giving Daddy a surprise when he got home, but as she entered the bedroom, she found a surprise of her own.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
Secretly In Love With The Vampire King
Lighting lit up the velvety purple sky as I was walking home from the libary. Walking as fast as I could to my house, surly I knew that I wasnt gonna make it home in time before it started raining. Picking up my pace I heard a faint sound coming from the dumpster (the ally I used for a shortcut)looking around to see if anyone was there but no one was. "Oh boy I hope they are okay." I said. Opening the lid to the dumpster I gasped in horror and saw a young hot sea green eyed boy all bloody and purple looking. Thinking in my mind should I call 911 or just walk away and pretend it didn't happen? Standing there scared out of my pants I reached into my pocket and pulled out the purple sparkly phone and dialed 911 and before I pushed the call button he spoke. "Please dont call for help. I have done something terribly wrong you must not call the cops" said the dark brown hair boy that was laying there in pain. Freaking out and not knowing what to do I took off and didn't even turn back to see if he was following me. Huffing and puffing I slowed down and walked slowly and thoughts began to run through my head. When I reached the steps of my home I noticed all the lights where off. Judging by the way it looks my family must of left to go out or something, I am always the geek/neat freak out of the family. Walking in the house it was warm and cozy, then out of know where I jumped because of the loud thunder. Making my way upstairs I turned on my bedroom light to see a note left on my bed reading: Alexia, Sweetheart I know this may seem weird and all but me and your father think that we will let you try and live on your own while we are on vacation in Japan. I stocked the fridge, freezer, and pantry before we left. Have fun and please be safe do not let any strangers into the house. Oh and there is $10,000 under the floor board by your bed only use it for emergencies. Love, Mom and Dad "Wow $10,000!!! What am I going to do have a wild party and fall in love with a French man who can sweep me off my feet" I laughed hysterically. I shrugged my shoulder and took off my sweater and jeans and changed into something more comfy. Putting on my purple cotton tank top and my black short running shorts I went downstairs and turned on the t.v. and sat down. During a comercial my stomach started to growl, so I got up and walked into the kitchen and made myself a Tony's pizza. Feeling full and tired I was about to fall asleep when the phone wrang. "Hello" I said. Silence on the other end. "Hello" I said again. Heavy breathing came through the phone " I'm watching every move you make so don't call the cops or anything." said the deep soothing voice.
By Britnee Green5 years ago in Filthy
A Night of a Lifetime
THIS STORY IS ONLY FOR THOSE 18+ CONTAINS SEXUAL MATERIAL TRIGGER WARNING BDSM MATERIAL A Night of a life time I smile as we walk down the street hand in hand, Danny and I have been dating for about a year and six months. He still seems perfect still, he is kind, generous, loving, and stunningly beautiful. 6’ 2” with a strong jaw, broad shoulders, stunning green eyes that see right through to my soul, and thick jet-black hair that falls to his shoulders. Every once in a while, I look at him and he take my breath away. As we walk through downtown, the moon shining and the stars sparkling above us; he pulls me to him his hand lifting my jaw to look him in the eyes. I melted into a pile of goo at the intense look of hunger and lust in his eyes. He kisses me his strong hands tangling into my hair at the nape of my neck. I mash his body to mine trying to get as close as I can to him. He backs me gently into the brick wall of a building and devours my mouth his tongue dominating mine. We stay locked like that for several glorious minutes until he pulls back both of us gasping for air. He looks around and smiles at me with a dare devil glint in his eye.
By MissyMarie 5 years ago in Filthy
My Secret Lover...
MY SECRET LOVER The way we met was so unusual. I went to Books A Million to look for books, which I can spend hours looking through. I was searching for a book on the erotic artist Soyarama, whom I absolutely love. But I was unable to find anything so I went to the help counter and who appeared, but a sweet doe eyed pixie with beautiful eyes and a kewpy doll mouth. I asked about the book and she checked her computer saying they didn’t have it in stock but could order it for me. Since I don’t live in Brunswick I said no, I’d order it local. She asked what kind of book it was and I said he’s an erotic artist and described my favorite picture to her. She then pulled out her favorite “erotic art” book from behind the counter and we began to page through the book. Our conversation flowed so easily and we both seemed very comfortable After finishing looking through the book we talked freely about other things. I asked if she liked poetry and she said yes. So I asked her if she’s ever hear of Punany Poetry and she squealed yes, she’d seen it on “Real Sex on HBO”. We talked about a couple of our favorite episodes and then she asked if I ever heard of the Suicide Girls - I said oh yeah I love them. She told me that she wanted to be one and I said so did I. Now mind you they are very different - in order to become one you have to have either and/or tattoos and piercings. They do pictures and have a traveling erotic show - to which she asked if I ever wanted to go and of course I said yes. I started to show her my tattoos and she came around the counter to show me hers and we talked about our piercing’s and it was just amazing. She loved, what she called, “my garden of Eden” on my left leg. That’s when she asked for my number and quickly gave me hers (plus we exchanged e-mail addresses).
By Karen Shelton5 years ago in Filthy
Mistress Manor
Epilogue Six years later Marcus stood on the balcony overlooking the blue waters of the Pacific Ocean a drink in his hand, with a large pool off to his right. Turning his head now he looked across that pool to where Bridgett lay naked stretched out asleep on a chase lounge set up in the shade, one arm draped across her toned middle. Her golden skin an even darker dusky shade looking more bronze than gold, he loved running his hands over its heated flesh watching her eyes go wide and haze over with desire as he kneaded her breasts before pinching and tweaking her peeked nipples or worked his finger slowly through her slippery wet folds that pulsed and gripped at him begging for more. He sipped at his drink continuing to stare at Bridgett when he heard the subtle clearing of a throat behind him.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
