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My (not so) Little Margie
Prologue I was tired. I had been traveling almost nonstop for 60 hours. After an early out notification at my base in northern Japan I had been on a military plane to Tokyo, then the long flight from Tokyo to San Francisco via Hawaii. Then the requisite six hours of paper signing to get me out of the Air Force. Finally the long Greyhound bus ride back to Denver. Now I was out of the cab and walking the last few blocks, my duffel bag on my shoulder, to a house I hoped I remembered.
David WitheldPublished 4 days ago in Filthy
Domestic Discipline Addict - Chapter One
Prologue “Honey,” she said as I opened the front door, “I’m sorry.” I didn’t say anything, just stood aside while she entered the front room.
David WitheldPublished 4 days ago in Filthy
Fat Mom Pole Dancing on Thursday Nights - Chapter One
Chapter One I was having a sense of déjà vu, and couldn’t quite place it. As always, Denver International Airport was beautiful in a weird Arabian Nights way. The white tents sitting on the plains made a stark picture. I glanced at my watch again, and up at the monitor showing flight arrivals and it hit me.
David WitheldPublished 5 days ago in FilthyMonster in Your Closet
(I wrote and recorded this script in one night after absolutely getting my brain rocked by FadeByNightVa's Sleep Paralysis Demon audio. You can hear that on his Reddit, Patreon, or Pornhub and you can hear my version [as of posting] on Reddit.)
Jay TaylorPublished 5 days ago in FilthyEndless Hunger
Slowly I make my way down the hall towards the bedroom, making sure to move quietly. I know that I will find you still curled up under the folds of your blanket. My heartbeat thrums with excitement and expectation, eager for the sight of your body sprawled out before me. As if I had sent a plea to some unnamed deity, I find you uncovered, body strewn over the crumpled-up blanket you had forsaken at some point. Even in the dim light, the curves of you make my body feel like it has caught fire. I crave the feel of your skin against my fingertips and the taste of you on the tip of my tongue.
Shall We Play A Game?
One of my favourite little games to play with you, babygirl, is teasing you until you can't stand it. I love to play it as often as I can. Most times it ends up with you begging me to end your suffering, fill you up and satisfy that need to have me inside you. Today was different though.
Gramma Torrie Chapter One
Torrie: A Tale of Spring/Winter love Chapter One I had never felt more lonely, or more alone, sitting there, my back rigid, watching the Chicken Dance wind down and knowing, without a doubt, that the Hokey Pokey would be next. It always is at weddings.
David WitheldPublished 5 days ago in FilthyWhat I've Learned from Working as a Lesbian Escort
I was still in college when I lost my part-time job in a nursing home. I knew that whatever my next job would be, it had to be flexible and it had to make me lots of money within a short space of time. That's how I ended up working as an escort. I'd worked as a burlesque dancer in Amsterdam before, so I wasn't a stranger to the sex industry and had always been attracted to the world that surrounds it.
Audrey SegalPublished 7 days ago in Filthy
The Defender
Carol What a wonderful morning that was! I can’t stop thinking about it. We have never done it in the office before, but something in me just needed him this morning. I needed to feel him inside of me and I wanted to be the one who was spontaneous and in control. Even though he is the dominant, he still allows me occasionally to slip into being in control. Not a lot, but even those little moments, can turn him on.
Ireland LoreleiPublished 7 days ago in Filthy
Aunt Edna's Needs
Aunt Edna’s Needs Preface I always thought my aunt Edna, well, actually, my great-aunt Edna since she’s my grandmother’s sister, was a tightly wound frump, to use the word that floated around sixth grade for a while. Oh, don't get me wrong, that didn't stop me from having a crush on her. With her hair in one of those curled/bound piles on her head, her clothes with the blouse buttoned at the neck and barely an ankle showing, her general lack of showy jewelry, and her whole “I’m so holy” demeanor, she was an odd combination of attractive and off-putting. Not to mention that uncle John was a preacher noted for his old-fashioned “fire and brimstone” sermons.
David WitheldPublished 7 days ago in Filthy
The Diary
June 12, 1961 I remember reading The Diary of Anne Frank. She wrote her diary addressed “Dear Kitty.” Maybe I should try that.
David WitheldPublished 7 days ago in Filthy
The Dragoness' Flame (Official Stories)
"For most people, turning eighteen is no big deal. But in my world, turning that crucial age is everything. It's a ritual that has been upheld since the Goddess, herself, created us. Dragons. Strong, powerful creatures that could take down a city within hours.
Castiela EstarossaPublished 7 days ago in Filthy
