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Secrets of the Beast
Zena Someone was watching me. Even though there were hundreds of pairs of eyes roaming around the dance floor, I knew that I was being watched. I glanced in every direction, trying to find the culprit, but no one was paying any attention to me. Shaking off the ominous feeling, my eyes scanned the gyrating bodies until I found my cousin Yurina. She was grinding against some guy she'd met only ten minutes ago.
Scarlette La RougePublished 5 years ago in FilthyBlackmail Turned Steamy (Pt. 2)
As I woke up I looked beside me to find Pablo gone to work. I got out of bed and headed to my bathroom, where I waxed, shaved, and trimmed any loose hair on my body so I could feel like a rubber duck. A sexy rubber duck that is.
victoria mPublished 5 years ago in FilthyShe Loves Control
I arrived at the hotel, room 406 as she directed. This is a first, I think to myself. Admittedly I never thought a woman could demand me, let alone order me to her hotel room like I was room service. Perhaps I'm too privileged and too used to women jumping at the chance to bed me. The thought almost makes me feel guilty, but frankly, I'm more nervous than anything else. Suppressing the thought and the butterflies doing summersaults in my stomach, I knock on the door. Less than a moment passes and she opens the door and I'm quickly taken aback by her raw beauty. I quickly drink in the sight of her, taking note of the way her beautiful black waves fall past her shoulders. Standing in front of me with her black lace lingerie in full view under her silk robe and what looks to be a glass of whiskey in her hand, she motions me in. Taking a swig from the glass, she closes the door behind me and suddenly I'm anxious as I watch her cross the room. It's a foreign feeling to me. I've bedded many women, too many to count, but this woman gives off a vibe unlike anything I've ever encountered. Her eyes are cold as her gaze finally meets mine. She keeps her eyes on me as she puts the glass to her beautiful pouty lips once again and takes another sip. She doesn't wince at the liquor in her cup as she gulps it down. Her gaze holds mine and I can't help but look down avoiding the ice in her stare. My palms are sweaty and I can feel the pace of my heart quicken, I realize I'm in new territory. Hooking my thumbs into the pockets of my jeans I shrug in an awkward manner keeping my eyes down, my vulnerability evident in my stance.
Iris MoralesPublished 5 years ago in FilthyMake 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 Filthy