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Celeb Fun
The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, stale beer, and something else – a primal, intoxicating musk that always hung heavy in these kinds of places. I was nursing my second whiskey, trying to look nonchalant as Holly laughed, her head thrown back, a strand of dark blond hair falling across her cheek.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Captured in the Dark My Monsoon Night with the Photographer
The rain came down so hard that night it felt like the sky was trying to wash the whole city away. I stood outside the studio door already soaked to the skin. My name is Chahat. I am twenty years old and in my second year of art college. This photography session was for my portfolio. I had booked the place and the photographer online. His name was Rohan.
By Chahatabout a month ago in Filthy
Through the Hole
Rohan left on Sunday for another one of those work trips that never end. By Tuesday night I was climbing the walls. We haven’t had sex in almost three months. Not even half-hearted stuff. He comes home, eats, scrolls, falls asleep. I lie there staring at the ceiling with my hand under the sheet like some pathetic teenager. I started watching things I never used to watch. One night I typed “anonymous sex” and then “glory hole” just to see. I told myself it was just curiosity. Then I saved the address of that place near the industrial park.
By Chahatabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
We’d shared a bottle of wine, a series of knowing glances, and an unspoken anticipation that thickened the air. Now, the soft glow of a bedside lamp cast long shadows, making her already alluring features even more captivating. My hand, which had been resting gently on her waist, began to stray, tracing the line of her ribs upwards, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her silk camisole.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
The low hum of the city outside our apartment window was the only sound breaking the thick, anticipatory silence. Margot stood in the warm glow of the bedside lamp, her back to me as she unfastened the delicate clasp of her silk camisole. My breath hitched, a silent, involuntary response to the unfolding ritual. We’d talked for hours, tracing the lines of our lives, sharing vulnerabilities that had laid a foundation of exquisite trust. Now, the conversation has faded, replaced by an unspoken understanding.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The first hint of dawn, a pearly grey filtering through the linen curtains, did little to stir Elle from her slumber. It was the delicate brush of skin on skin that began to coax her back to consciousness, a warmth spreading from her side, an unmistakable presence. A soft sigh escaped her lips, not of complaint, but of pure, contented surrender.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
The last echoes of the celebratory trumpets had faded, replaced by the hushed whispers of the castle as night deepened. King Arthur, still feeling the weight of the crown he’d worn mere hours ago, turned from the panoramic window of their bedchamber. The moon, a luminous disc, cast a silver glow across the opulent room, illuminating Queen Elle, who stood by the hearth, her coronation gown now a silken pool at her feet.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
I had been admiring a newly acquired tapestry, the intricate battle scene a momentary escape from the endless petitions and political maneuvering. Then, her voice. Calm, almost detached, yet it sliced through the air like a poisoned blade.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast long, dancing shadows across the room, illuminating the beads of sweat that slicked my skin. My fingers tangled in Hailee's silken hair, pulling gently, a silent plea for more. Each suck, each glide of her tongue, was a deliberate torment, pushing me closer and closer to the precipice of pleasure. My hips bucked involuntarily, a primal rhythm taking over as the pressure in my groin built to an unbearable intensity.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
"You're making it very hard for me to concentrate on anything else, Hailee," I confessed, my voice a ragged whisper. My thumb continued its hypnotic dance on her nipple, watching the way her eyes fluttered shut in pure pleasure. She let out a small, breathy moan, a sound that sent a jolt of raw desire straight through me. Her hand tightened on me, a confident, deliberate squeeze that made me gasp.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The air in the dimly lit living room was thick with anticipation, a heady blend of expensive perfume and rising desire. Sabrina’s fingers, tipped with perfectly manicured nails, traced the line of my jaw, her eyes, usually sparkling with mischievous humor, now heavy-lidded and brimming with a hunger that mirrored my own. Across from us, Hailee, all lean muscle and predatory grace, watched with a slow, knowing smile as Sabrina’s breath hitched.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the rumpled sheets, painting Sabrina's flushed skin in hues of amber and rose. A low, contented moan escaped her lips, a sound that vibrated deep within me, urging me closer, deeper. I’d been teasing her, tasting the sweet curve of her neck, the delicate pulse fluttering beneath my lips, but now, a more insistent hunger pulsed through my veins.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy