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The Scent of Jasmin
Saturday night had come and gone as it had for the last nine months. The same crowd. Same old men. The same bad jokes and even worse tips. But that's what she liked about this place. She lived here in this small town for almost a year trying to forget about her past to forget about “Jasmine”. Her shift was winding down and she began to clean the bar before she shut her down for the night, the same routine, wipe the tables, sweep the floor, stock the bar and close the till. She began to let her mind wander and she closed the gate and locked the bolt on the door. “Jasmine?” the voice startled her out of her memories and she spun on her heels fearing someone had found her this far south. Standing before her was the most cliche man she had ever laid eyes on. “Tall dark and handsome, oh please get over yourself” she mused before the weight of what he had said struck her again. “Jasmine?” He asked again almost pleading. “I’m sorry, you must have the wrong person, my names Meghan” she blurted out, the instinct to hide from her past so strong it was the only thing she could say without turning and running. The light of a passing car fell across his face illuminating the most striking eyes, bluer than she had seen in years, so blue oceans wept in envy. “Oh, my mistake. You look like someone I used to know. Sorry to bother you” her gave her a once over and gave a little smirk before he turned to walk away. It was just her luck the light of another car shown on his head, dark full hair. It was almost to much she wanted to reach out and run her fingers through it and she held his face between her thighs. “What the fuck are you thinking” she berarted herself as she watched him go. “Sober for a year and the sight of one sexy stud is gonna knock you off the wagon!!” She was angry and herself and she turned and walked swiftly to her car, she has a new life her, a new job, and one that doesn’t tempt her to sin! She had lived that life, lived it since she was 14 and she had sworn to the gods that she wouldn’t go back. The drive home was short and easy, only a 5 minute drive from the bar. It was time for a bath, that man had shaken her more than she had realized. As the bath filled she added a few drops of her favorite oils, rose and jasmine. She had been soaking in the tub for about 10 minutes when her mind began to wander, she thought a thought that had come to her many times as she relaxed back, "this tub is to fucking small!" But that was the last cohesive thought she had before her mind slipped back into memories.
By Jacob Tucker6 years ago in Filthy
I Found The Remote!
Everyone was out of the house doing their own thing except for Jungkook and Jimin. Both didn’t have anything to do so they decided to watch TV. They were watching The Avengers because Jungkook wouldn’t stop bothering Jimin about seeing so the older man gave in. Jungkook picked up the remote that he thought was for the TV and tried to turn the volume up a little, but it wasn’t going up. Jimin jolted up in surprise and tried to cover his mouth quickly before he let out a moan. He had forgotten about the vibrator was still in his ass. It was a remote-controlled vibrator with 10-speed levels that he had bought yesterday and was testing it out. Somehow, he had misplaced the remote and was looking for it earlier when he got distracted by Jin calling him to come and eat breakfast. So, imagine his shock when the forgotten vibrator (with the missing remote might I add) that was currently up his ass was turned on.
By BitterSweetHoney6 years ago in Filthy
A Little Nip
Tristen could hear the shower begin to start. He sat back resting his head on the back of the couch staring at the ceiling. He really didn’t want to be there. He’d rather be with her. Just the thought of her naked body with the water dripping off it made him nuts. He closed his eyes thinking get rid of the images. It didn’t. He began to think of her cleaning herself soaping her breasts, lathering her body, he made him ache in all the wrong places. He couldn’t handle it. With a quick action, he removed himself from the couch. The next thing he knew he was through her bedroom door and standing in front of the closed bathroom door. He stared at it for a while thinking to himself should he go through. A shaky hand ran through his hair. What was he doing? He needed to take things slow. Yet he needed to be by her, wanted to be next to her. Backspace, every fiber of his being wanted to be buried in her.
By Netha Lawrence6 years ago in Filthy
Heaven Must Have Sent You
Since I’d decided on heterosexuality, I will be forever grateful to Margaret for initiating me into the joys of young lust with the opposite sex. I am extremely thankful to Margaret for boosting my confidence beyond belief. I must admit with hindsight that I received much more than I gave in that particular relationship
By Kevin Roache6 years ago in Filthy
Confessions Of A Secret Submissive
So recently I discovered what I have always wondered about and kind of knew my whole life, and that is that I'm naturally submissive in the bedroom. I guess you could say that I'm into the whole BDSM thing. For the people who don't know, that stands for Bondage/Discipline, Dominance/Submission, and Sadism/Masochism.
By 6 years ago in Filthy
Friends Helping Friends, Part 1
It was Friday! Fridays were always a day to relieve some stress after a long week of school. It was a Navy school which meant they crammed us full of information during the week and tested our comprehension every Friday. I did well so it was time for reward.
By Anthony DeDionisio6 years ago in Filthy
Just
They were just. These men that wanted me. Wanted to spend time with me. Wanted to take me to dinner so they could bed me. They were...just. I was a bad ass executive. I had worked my way thru college and had made it to this position by the time I was thirty. I worked hard, played the guys game. I lived simply and comfortably but these guys, they couldn't handle me. They couldn't handle me in the boardroom and certainly not in the bedroom.
By Melanie Crane6 years ago in Filthy
Get It On
Pamela, my ‘employee’, obviously derives untold pleasures and benefits from the role she has elected to play in my life. I have often felt bemused by the dominant/submissive roles played out in most relationships. Usually the male role will submit the female to his will and dominate in every way. I am just honest about it. And I can afford it.
By Kevin Roache6 years ago in Filthy
