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Darlin', won't you ease my worried mind (pt. 2)
The club was too dark and the music too loud. The electric bass thrumming through the speakers pumped through her body and beat inside her chest. The song had a sexy rolling beat that paused at just the right places. It was a true clubbing song with hardly any words at all, except for the rare occasion when a man's deep voice boomed as the music lulled, stating simply ‘the devil’s hands have been busy’, and then the beat would boom richly in her chest again. Multi-colored spotlights swirled around the dance floor, the only light that illuminated the massive center of the club. Strips of red tinted LED’s ran across the walls and wall scones held electric candles that didn't provide much lighting at all. True, it was dark outside, but the city glow and the street lamps lining the sidewalk were terribly bright compared to the inside of the club.
Saturn in Retrograde I 1:6
Six “ Where in the fuck is he? It’s eleven-thirty. I could kill that little twerp!” Gary sat in the upstairs office of Delcino’s Sports Bar, brooding. Tanner Benjamin had, predictably, decided to take the entire evening off. That was not the agreement. That was not the plan. That was a serious breech of the mores and folkways established between himself, and that little ogre. He looked out the long two-way mirror at the crowded floor. It was Saturday night, it was party time, and they were one man short in the kitchen. That made an already hot, miserable environment that much worse. It was the hostility factor. Every time he had gone downstairs and into the back he could feel it: unhappy employees. It was not what he needed. It was serious violation of--- “The mores and folkways...Tanner Benjamin, you are in serious violation of the folkways.” Three hours from now, Rachel Wasserman would be choking on his monster cock, drunker than a dorm full of sorority sisters, and he would forget about the dickless wonder with the ho-hum expression that had no-showed and left him one man short in the kitchen. He saw this phrase in his mind as if it had been lit up like a Las Vegas sign: ONE MAN SHORT IN THE KITCHEN. It made him want to shit on somebody’s head. He put his palm out and punched it with his curled fist. Daddy had always said you couldn’t trust short guys. “They’re just a tad more vicious, a little sneakier, and psycho. Watch out: they’ll hit you when you’re not looking, sport.” And Daddy was always right about these things.
Six is Company Teaser
Chapter 1 “This is how rumors get started,” I whisper in Cas ’s ear, as we pose before the photographers on our way into the charity gala we’ve spent the last month planning. His hand is resting far too intimately on my lower back, and I can’t pretend I’m actually protesting because of the gossip rags. In truth, it’s because I know the hot flush rising up my cheeks has nothing to do with the champagne served in the limo and everything to do with the way Cas ’s hand on my skin makes me want to prove the rumors true by pushing him against the nearest flat surface and taking him in all a matter of creative and carnal ways.
Emery GracePublished 4 years ago in FilthyFilthy Little Whore
September 17th Dear Diary, I don't have much to report today. I gave birth to Sadie, my daughter, only three months ago. And since then, Eli has not only gone back to work, but he spends more time working than with us, his family. We get none of his attention.
PrettyBoy Tales
Prologue It was so sensational, the aromas, the tastes and the bodily connections. The orange light bounced off their skin like a sun on the water during a sun set. Captivating all men from miles away. Her curves telling a thousand stories some lies. One told me the story of a young man from North Carolina.
Prettyboysteele 💎Published 4 years ago in FilthyMy Muse
Lavade collected her thoughts, she decided she would paint. It would relax her and she could escape into her imagination. She put her coffee down and grabbed a smock and new canvas poured out some paint and sat down. She closed her eyes and began to think. As she relaxed her mind it began to wander.
Netha LawrencePublished 4 years ago in FilthySaturn in Retrograde I 1:4, 1:5
Four “My name’s Sabrina. Sorry about all that. When we get to yelling at each other, I just kind of lose it. Hey, can I ask you something?...Uh, what’s your name?”
The Demon's Plaything
"Take this. If you want to have a good time, then this is the best I can give you." I stared down at the small crystal necklace before looking up at the sales clerk. "Is this some sort of New Age thing?"
Amora JonesPublished 4 years ago in FilthyThe Weekend Pt6
It was very clear from the moment Rachel saw Tristan for the first time that he was quite a bit younger than all the men she usually saw, but she was finding herself not only comparing him to men she saw as an escort but also to men she had dated before becoming an escort. The youngest man she had ever been with was when she was eighteen, she dated a fellow classmate who was also eighteen, and even he wasn’t able to continue sexually in the way Tristan was.
Jo. SchmidtPublished 4 years ago in FilthyIn the Tunnel of Love…
Noor had been working in the control room for long hours recently. Making sure that the guests in the carnival were having the time of their lives. There were a few troublemakers, but nothing that a gentle warning or burly security guard couldn’t fix. The truth, however, was that Noor's thoughts wandered to Miss Sari. Their mutual attraction was finally vindicated a few days ago and there were many hours of sex that night. He dreamed of her often in the nights since then, but his thoughts during the day were riddled with the fact that she was his boss. He shouldn’t care what other employees thought about him and he'd be damned if he let them be mad at Miss Sari. Still...
Kit KitsunePublished 4 years ago in FilthyThe next day…
Rising from the depths of sleep, Noor is comforted by Sari's warm and still form nestled with her back next to him. The light from the high window spills into her room and sets off the lavender walls and rich purple bedsheets. Sunken into the downy mattress, Noor inhales deeply and revels in Sari's clean scent. Stiffening slightly, he knows better and slowly runs his free hand along Sari's curvaceous body and hips. Every so often, he reaches in front of her and slides his hand over her taut stomach and lower abdomen, trying to simultaneously rouse her interest and her sleep laden mind.
Kit KitsunePublished 4 years ago in FilthyThe Belt
Samantha didn’t know what she was getting herself into when she decided to work at Mama Tina’s House of Ecstasy. She just needed to make enough money to pay her rent for the next couple of months while she waited to hear back from Coppin State’s Nursing Program. You see, it was her Gramma Fran’s greatest desire that Samantha become a nurse since it was one of the many goals she didn’t achieve herself. In the eyes of Gramma: no career was of greater import than nursing. Now that she was gone, it was up to Samantha to keep her dreams alive.
Candyce SunshynePublished 4 years ago in Filthy