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Make Me Cry Hot, Salty Tears
Make me cry. Make me beg. Make me yours. Do it like this… Snarl at me. Tell me it’s time. That I’ve been bad and that I’ve had it coming. Grasp hold of me and drag me down over your legs. Make me cry out in shock at the ferocity of it.
Dark Cherry CollectivePublished 5 years ago in FilthyOT's Bar Pt. 2
Kylie walked into the bar in her tightest jeans and a black tank top, her double D's popping out nicely as she slid behind the bar for her first night as a bartender. She was beginning to feel like nympho-barbie with how many jobs, guys and girls, and clothes she'd gone through. But she was really living, really enjoying her life and got to work. She was serving mostly beers as it was biker night when the youngest biker walked up.
Kira Lydia G.Published 5 years ago in FilthyOld Timer's Bar
Kylie lived close to a couple bars, but walked to the one that also had an LGBTQ+ bar below it in the basement. Old Timer's was like most bars, dark, usually had a band playing, and cute waitresses. She wasn't there to look at the waitresses, but it was never a reason to not go. Tonight there was a band booked, one that she followed on a regular basis on Facebook. She arrived on foot, getting in after 10 PM or so. She sat at the bar and ordered a double pineapple upside down cake shot. The thick redhead was in the mood to get fucked up and make a mistake with someone. As she sat, a couple of local bikers came in and got their beers before looking over all the women in the place. The youngest biker who resembled Johnny Depp in Crybaby walked up to her, but flirted with the petite bartender. Kylie shot him a look before he got her a second drink.
Kira Lydia G.Published 5 years ago in FilthySophia and the Pool Boy
Lucas tried to keep his mind on cleaning the pool but the blond woman drinking coffee on the patio had captured his attention. A low hedge kept him seeing all of her, but what he could see, he wanted. She was wearing a low-cut top and her long hair was in a ponytail. He knew she was the new house sitter and would be there for a month keeping an eye on the estate while the owners were in Africa on safari.
Jean SumrallPublished 5 years ago in FilthyThe Threesome
The bar was crowded in the classic Victorian home that had been remodeled into a bed and breakfast. Sitting in a corner near the fireplace, a lone guitarist played a variety of love songs while a couple slow danced near him. The patrons were a mix of locals, guests and vacationers. Behind the bar were two mixologists; a sexy, stacked blond woman and an equally sexy, well-built man. They served up drinks, sexual innuendos, and flirtatious comments to all who sat at the bar.
Jean SumrallPublished 5 years ago in FilthySchoolhouse Sex
The early morning air was invigorating. In the pre-dawn light, Hannah groomed her horse in the breezeway of the stable. Sheba, a four-year old roan mare, quietly munched her breakfast of sweet feed and alfalfa pellets from a bucket. She had no idea of the long day ahead of her to the Manzana School House and back. The building was over 100 years old and built by the early settlers in the area.
Jean SumrallPublished 5 years ago in FilthyThe Man in the Black Corvette
Samiya and Nagwa sat at a table sipping a beer they had split. Customers were beginning to come into the Greek restaurant where they performed a belly dance show every Friday night. They both took notice of the sleek, black Corvette that pulled into the parking lot. The driver maneuvered it into a spot and got out.
Jean SumrallPublished 5 years ago in FilthyShower Sex
Jessamine drove with a heat between her thighs that she couldn't quite contain. She had been waiting for this moment all day—all week, the moment she could meet with her soldier. It wasn't a long drive to his apartment. She knew that this was her one moment all week to release all of the stress and troubles of her job and life.
Jasmin RivasPublished 5 years ago in Filthy**For Ladies Only**
Imagine if you will, there is a knock on your door. You peek out the peephole to see who it is. You’re pleasantly surprised! There’s a hunk of a man standing far enough back from the door to reveal his lean torso, and oh-so-handsome face. He is wearing a smile that causes your insides to quiver. He holds up an envelope in his hands so you can see it.
Jean SumrallPublished 5 years ago in FilthyAfternoon Delight
The woman paused just inside the doorway of the lounge to let her eyes adjust to the dark interior. Noticing an empty stool at the bar, she walked over and sat down.
Jean SumrallPublished 5 years ago in FilthyLove Is Blind
The bedroom was softly lit with candles and the musky scent of incense drifted on the air. Silk sheets covered the mattress, providing some cooling relief from the hot afternoon heat of the fading day. The blankets were lying on the floor, no longer needed.
Jean SumrallPublished 5 years ago in FilthySex on the Grass
I was nervous as he turned the truck onto a dirt road that led deep into the national forest. I was about to begin a driving lesson on back-roading. Pulling over to the side of the road, he got out and so did I. He met me as I walked around to the driver side and kissed me deeply. I was also nervous and excited because I knew that as some point, we would make love.
Jean SumrallPublished 5 years ago in Filthy