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Undisclosed desires
This is the story of Helena, a 22-years-old, attractive young lady, fulfilling her dream of living in New York on her own. After a horrible break-up due to a silly misunderstanding with a Millennial-know it-all at Starbucks. She finds herself stranded in a city that will squeeze every drop of common sense from your soul without any remorse. Every day was an endless parade of disillusions and shattered dreams until she started to document her life’s struggles on her vlog. “Runaway girl.”
By Giovanni Profeta5 years ago in Filthy
Mistress Manor
Chapter Seven Three days later Bridgett sat at her desk in the office under the bar going over the paperwork for the club. The numbers were looking good, alcohol sales were through the roof, the house was bringing in a good profit from the gambling, and the auction two nights ago had brought in close to two hundred thousand dollars.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
Open Re-Edit
We repair to the couch, yet neither one of us starts reaching for our clothing. Perhaps a little naked discussion between the two of us might just do the trick. Lynn is fearless, or mighty crafty because she says she is making us a second night cap and makes sure she saunters her little ass in my full view. Maybe my eyes being glued to her behind has not been as stealthy as I told myself. Her slender torso has just enough womanly curve, but still slender enough where my ultimate goal for the evening is shimmering in the low light, even with Lynn walking straight and proud while adding just enough hip shimmy to attract any predator with two eyes in front.
By Pete Symes5 years ago in Filthy
The Love Story Between Water and Fire
Scolding hot, steam, sweat, burning, tinglingly warm on my face. The hot Florida sun baked on my face as I sat in the car outside this dive bar Superior waiting on my once again non considerate social butterfly who really can’t help it best friend, as she continues to mingle inside the bar. They call her Houston, real name Katie. She came here from Texas with a thick accent. I was the first person she met down here. I bartend down the street at Munch and she came in my bar and basically hasn’t left since. I start to swirl the straw in my cup from the watered down rum runner that Houston left while I anxiously wait for her to get back to my car. She walked in with 100$ of my hard earned drink slinging cash to get me my bag of coke for the night for us to party with. I was ready to go. I stare without blinking at the bar door waiting for her to walk out and I start to swirl the straw faster and pick it up and suck down the rest. The water on the outside of the cup starts to drip down my hand, it’s refreshing. I play with the ice in my mouth while I wait. Nothing is worse then waiting on drugs. Here she comes out the door with some random guy I have never seen. To me, he wasnt my type, or Katie’s so I figured this was someone we had to go thru to get the stuff. They walked up Katie laughing away as if I haven’t been sitting outside for 20 mins waiting for her. Her eyes dart quickly from my gaze because she knows I’m pissed and frankly I want what I came for. “This is Brendon, Brendon this is Amelia.” I unamusinly said “hi” back and Brendon hopped in the back and Katie got up front and I looked back at Brendon and I could see he was a little older then us in his early 30s and dark scruff all over his face, he smiled at me like I was staring to long and I awkwardly turned around and asked “where to?” “Not to far up, give me your phone I’ll put in the address” He said. I hesitated but gave it to him he punched in the address and off we went. There is no such thing as a silent car ride with Houston. She immediately sets my air to her likening and turns the radio knob all over til she finds a song she likes. She settles on heavy metal which I happen to hate. Most people probably wouldn’t put up with this but it doesn’t bother me. Houston knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it, I admire that. Everything about Houston has you pulled into her. The thick accident, her contagious laugh she’s funny as shit and everyone wants to be around her. I am more quiet. I know a lot of people but I’m not a magnet like her. We pull up to the house and Brendon gets out and goes right inside. I looks at Houston and say “where did you meet this one?” She rolled her eyes and said “he’s really cool and he’s a new connect, shut the fuck up would you?” A few moments later Brendon emerged out of the house and we head straight back to the bar to go drink and party. And that’s where the night started. One shots two shots three shots four, after that we were all over. It was a blur of laughs, food, ugly aggressive men and lots of selfies to prove it happened. Brendon was still hanging with us I was sitting at the bar talking when last call was called the bartender yelled “drink em up or dump em it’s last call!” We paid the tab and stumbled out laughing and then Houston says come on Brendon we’ll drop you off and I look at Houston and I say “Katie where am I bringing this dude now?” Her eyes got big and she smiled and said to get more coke and she poked my nose and skipped to the passenger door. I smiled and got in Brendon got in the back and I turned and said alright where to? He said we’re going to my boy Theo’s house.
By Melissa U5 years ago in Filthy
Destiny and Laila
Destiny and Laila were the best of friends but it wasn't always like that. See, their relationship began with a really rocky start. Laila's first year at the University of Colorado, she was dating an obnoxious guy named Michael. He was definitely was the "player' type, over the first year of their relationship he cheated multiple times with several different women. Destiny was the last straw for Laila's relationship with Michael. Laila often worked night shift at a bar located a few blocks over from campus. One night she came home to find Michael and Destiny together in bed. Laila absolutely lost it! Up until then, Laila had never had a boyfriend so this was a devastating blow for her. They ended up breaking things off and Laila was devastated.
By Raven Morris5 years ago in Filthy
Pandora's box
“They’ll love you, don’t you worry anymore. You look dazzling with this light pink dress. You're dressed to kill!” As we walk hand in hand towards our destination, I can’t keep my eyes away from her. She knows how I love the way those summer dresses look on her slender body. As the elevator door closes, she simply puts her arms around my neck to lure me into her territory. She's one of those girls that have a tender, caring smile, capable of melting the strongest of your resolves. She’s got what it takes to tumble down walls unapologetically.
By Giovanni Profeta5 years ago in Filthy
Josh Flops
The air that night in the graveyard was so cold Josh could feel the frost cling to the hairs on his nose. He just wanted to get the fuck out of there. He watched his best friend’s dad’s casket get lowered into the ground. He looked around at everybody’s faces. He didn’t understand how these people could feel differently from him. He knew he could see the bigger picture in this. Josh felt around the outside of his front left jeans pocket. He squeezed the denim together against his phone making sure it was still in there. He clicked the button on the side and looked at the time. It was 6:28 P.M. Only three minutes had passed since he’d checked it last. His girlfriend texted him; she told him she missed him. Josh caught a glimpse of his best friend’s eye before walking to his car.
By Pauly Chaon5 years ago in Filthy
Next To You
(NSFW) Derek had barely noticed that he was still kneeling in a foot of water. His knees were sore and he was freezing but none of that mattered. Not now. Not when Boyd’s lifeless body was laying in front of him, his blood still on Derek’s hands.
By Alexandra Parrow5 years ago in Filthy
The Mating Dance
“Patty, pick up your weapon,” he commands from across the room. I gasp. OUT LOUD. The "regulars" giggle...'in the know', about my "student teacher", drop dead gorgeous in his body hugging leather and suede, dressed for the rapier and dagger fighting class, the one I decided to observe on the spur of the moment.
By Trisha Simmons5 years ago in Filthy
Natural Born Killer
When Hyatt thought it'd be a good idea to stop by the twenty-four-hour laundromat on a Saturday night at a quarter til midnight to wash the bad date out of her clothes, she didn’t think anyone would come in. Especially not some cute guy while Hyatt was in her granny panties and a black bralette.
By A. G.5 years ago in Filthy
Sync Up
Jim and I had flown in first thing that morning from Los Angeles. Since we came into Chicago that meant we did not get to the editing house until early afternoon. The editors had received the rushes first thing in the morning so by the time we arrived materials had been synced and were ready to screen. We watched, added our two cents and then left the editors to do their thing. We met up with Jim's girlfriend Lynn. We had both known her for years. I was on my own these days after the destruction of my own eleven year relationship with my career. Lynn and Jim were a newer item with Lynn still tolerating the vagaries of having a significant other in the advertising business.
By Pete Symes5 years ago in Filthy
COMMON AS MUCK
Ransom Ichabod Peabody was trying desperately to continue his erotic dream. Half asleep he muttered, "Not yet, damn it!" Rosie the tavern maid was naked, soft breasts the size of watermelons bouncing in his face as they thrashed about on a huge bed.
By Len Sherman5 years ago in Filthy