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Coffee With Lucifer Knight
Remember that feeling of escaping a toxic situation and believing you’re the victor? Throwing your hands in the air, and giving the almighty shout, after defeating the battle? Out of the blue, further down the road, that moment of relief has been snatched away instantly. Leaving you to crawl up into a bowl of trauma, body falling right back into ache of the wounds and sorrow, that you’ve thought you once conquered. It’s the threat of terror at it’s best. It’s Lucifer himself, once again, trying to destroy your life with prick after prick; until your whole world has been flipped upside down, and you’re left with a million broken pieces in the palms of your hands. Maybe it’s not the devil, but the thing we are much more afraid of, the truth!
Javon BanksPublished 6 years ago in FilthyHey There, Honey...
My son's best friend is home from college for the summer, staying in our spare bedroom. He has really grown into an unbelievably handsome man. He's a senior this year, a few years older than my son... but not very many, which is why I’ve always considered him hands off.
JLM fantasiesPublished 6 years ago in FilthyQuivering
I hear a whisper. One like the gentle brush of a feather against skin; your voice seems to caresses my mind. It's building up, up, up like the storm brewing outside. Why have you entered my psyche only to torment me in desire? My heart begins to thud, pounding like the thunder. The water: wet, wet drips down the outside frame of my windowsill. Soaking the soil, soaking my bed. Yearning...
Never Got a Taste...
I've always found it funny and interesting that I can take a single moment in time, something small I've seen, and turn it into something completely different, magical, sexual, and sometimes quite destructive... I'm creative and crazy like that, you know. I say it to myself on a regular basis, if I acted on every thought I had, I would've been in jail, so for my sake and everybody else's, I keep it sane and write it out.
A Tingle Too Far Chapter One
1 LIMITED TIME Shock overtook me, I looked at him and it felt like I had limited time left in his presence. Why did I feel like this was going to be the end; Would I ever see him again? Why did he have to agree to go on this mission?
Author Billiejo PriestleyPublished 6 years ago in FilthyWorkplace Sexting: A 48XTC Story
Jeff was having a tough day at the office. For one, he was dumped with the task of sorting through 20-year-old customer files to find which ones were still active now that the firm has acquired so many other small accounts. This meant running from his office in the upper floors to the file room basement over and over again. They were last catalogued using Windows ME, which meant the files were likely corrupt. If any of the clients were still active, he would have to re-catalogue their basic information into a more modern software program.
Roman GabrieloPublished 6 years ago in FilthySurrogacy Pt.3
"Dad?" Olivia's voice is shaking. "Honey, it's about your Mom." Tears fill Olivia's eyes. Unable to say anything, Olivia's dad continues. "Your Mom passed away this morning. The cancer came back, and her body just couldn't take it anymore." Olivia drops her basket of groceries, cups her free hand over her mouth. Olivia begins to sob, tears streaming down her face. Olivia runs out of the store to her car, fumbling for her car keys still clutching the phone. Finally, Olivia gets the car door open, slumps into the driver's seat and closes the door, dropping the phone into her lap.
Surrogacy Pt. 2
With a low growl, Leo asks Olivia, "Do you want to go to the Grey room?" Olivia answers softly, "Let's go." With one swift movement, Leo picks up Olivia and carries her to the Grey room, kissing her passionately.
Surrogacy
Olivia's eyes fluttered open, her heart pounding. Unable to scream, she makes a hoarse whisper. "Leo." Tears are going down her checks. She slowly sits up and picks at the blanket.
Write My eXXXstacy to Reality!
Art is in my DNA so I'm always creating. Whether it be photographs, paintings or poetry also known as my three favorite P words, I'm always making & creating something. I laugh sometimes because I think of how much it will be worth when I'm gone. Lately though, I've been having this one dream over and over. Strong, intense, and sexually invigorating. I've tried to wake up out of it once, think of something else and go back to sleep thinking the dream would go away; it didn't. It stayed with me and replayed itself every time I went to sleep. So much so that I felt like I had to write them down and re-enact it on paper, scene to scene, from first heat to sudden orgasm. It always starts out with me having dinner by myself in a quiet yet romantic restaurant. For whatever reason I'm dressed as if I'm on a date or waiting for someone and possibly got stood up; I'm not bothered though. In fact, I'm smiling, enjoying my dinner and the seat beneath me has a wet spot because my thongs couldn't possibly hold back all that juice. I'm waiting for him, I know he's coming. I take the last bite of my dinner and as I look up he appears. Caramel lips surrounded by a perfect mustache smile at me, broad shoulders connected to muscled arms and beautiful hands extended towards me... no words are said... the natural command of COME WITH ME is in the air silently. I dab the sides of my mouth, taste buds already turned on but looking forward to the upcoming plate; I got up & slid my hand in his allowing him to lead me with faith. His car was parked outside... luxurious 'n big, tinted windows so dark you couldn't see inside.... perfect place to do whatever we were trying to hide. We got in the back seat and he kissed me hungrily. Ripped off my panties 'n took what what his. My decadent moans and the car swaying slow let everyone know it was going down FA SHO! We rocked, we moaned, we came together on time... fell asleep on his soft leather seats—it was so divine.
Plastic Love
Late night at a casino in Tokyo, Japan: 1984 Among the crowd, people dance, gamble, drink, eat, and chatter. The sound of a specific song plays around the building, giving an ambiance to the setting. Typically, to a song like this, couples get together and dance, have fun and have a drunken make-out session. But, despite all the chaos and buzzing of small talk, one girl sits alone in a booth against the wall, farther away than anyone else in that room. She watched as people made their ways in and out of the building or to the bar to order food or drinks; she didn't mind being so lonesome, she quite enjoyed being observant.Her 'alone time' only lasted for a bit before her eyes laid upon another specific figure; a woman around her age -maybe in her late 20's- she wore a dark fitted dress, her stark black hair was curled to the maximum and tucked back with the help of an over-sized pink ribbon tied into a large bow on the top of her head. She was beautiful, to say the least.
Willa MarlowePublished 6 years ago in FilthyDark Side Chapter 5
Sarah slid her ring and towel off, slowly sauntering out of the bathroom and put the ring in her purse. She could feel her empty stomach rumbling like thunder before a massive storm. Hunger was driving her mad, but with no money, there was no way that she could feed herself. Sarah walked to the bathroom sink. There was a mini coffee maker, one package of powdered creamer and one single serve of coffee. It was tempting to make it now, but she thought that it was better to save it for morning. Water was her only option. She reached for the coffee pot to fill it with water. Sarah gulped it down then refilled it again. She did this until she no longer felt hungry. Waterlogged and very full of liquid, she decided to lay down.
Jennifer CypertPublished 6 years ago in Filthy