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Her
One thing she dreaded more than anything was a crowd. She couldn't control her heart rate around large groups of people. Not because of anxiety, more because she became a totally different person and it wasn't always a good thing. She took a deep breath and walked into the bar. Immediately the beat of the music and the energy of the place pulsed through her. She was coming alive.
Love Shadows: Part 3
Lena's pain always tasted the same. It was the perfect melting pot of gut-wrenching loss and a bitter debilitating longing for something she'd never be able to have again. It was her favorite kind of motivation. The weight of it could either drag her down, or tempt the fighter in her to suit up, and push through the day, as if her heart weren't consistently breaking with every breath she took. Once Tony came along, she’d had no time to fall apart. Being away from him temporarily had been the tipping point of her surpression, causing it to hit her all at once and with full force.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago in FilthyLove Shadows: Part 2
Repression was a gift that had been passed down to her from her mother, Josefina Navarro, the queen of suppressing her emotions. She'd never seen her mother cry, or show any kind of distraught on any given situation. That was until Lena had shown up at her old childhood home in Houston three years ago, with half of her face beaten to a pulp, and a hysterical five-year-old in her arms.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago in FilthyA Perfect Morning
She rolled over and tried to rub the sleep from her eyes trying to make sense of the numbers on the clock feeling that slight edge of panic that she had overslept. Her head cleared enough to realize that she woke early instead of late and had some extra time to play or give into the desire to sleep more instead. As she battled and was ready to succumb for a few extra minutes his had reached across the bed searching for her in his sleep. God she loved how he always reached for her. She decided it was worth indulging in her extra time rather than snoozing through. Slowly she inched her way down under the covers sliding between his legs the covers tented with his morning wood. This was her favorite time of day where she got to play with him as she wished. Taking her time to enjoy his scent, the way he felt on her tongue, indulging in all her senses. She licked up his shaft and swirled her way around the head pressing against his frenulum, and up across the top, searching for a bit of precum. She quickly licked down and around the shaft coating the length so she could easily begin to suck his length when she was ready. But first she wanted to suck just on the head to suckle and play with her tongue, licking it like a lollipop, taking her time.
Alice GriffinPublished 6 years ago in FilthyLove Shadows: Part 1
"My name is Lena Samuels and I'm not dead, but I should be." Lena's statement left her new therapy group silent. She never wanted to come to this ridiculous place full of false hope. Her doctor had vehemently expressed his concern over her avoiding counseling and never failed to remind her just how important it was for other people to hear how lucky she was to have gotten out of an abusive relationship. Why he didn’t understand boasting about having to kill her husband out of self-defense wasn’t glorious, she wasn’t sure.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago in FilthyGirl Crush!
I often say when describing my writing style "I make a dollar out of fifteen cents!" Meaning, that I'll take a smidgen of something real and write a whole fantasy about it/around it; that way when someone reads it, it beckons them to ask.. could this have possibly happened at some point? Is this author talking about a real life episode? To me, that gives the reader a level of excitement that would certainly not exist if you thought it was fiction. For me, fiction has to "feel" real in order for it to be an excellent read.
She Took a Chance and Got a Third Arm
They were the two people on opposite ends of the classroom playing dodgeball with their eyes. Sometimes their irises would meet and sometimes they’d miss one another sliding away quick and discrete. Either way, the game went on. Stare, dodge, stop. Stare, dodge, stop. But that got old and so did summer.
Micah BrownPublished 6 years ago in FilthyToxic Delights: Part 10 (The Ending)
Elle never thought she'd feel this peaceful after being back in St. Cloud, Minnesota. Even the howling winds banging against the windows in Hazel's farmhouse, warning them of a nearby storm heading their way, did nothing to stop the stability she felt just by being near her friends. She needed this. More than she needed to be out there, facing the danger she used to let dictate her life.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago in FilthyThe Yoga Affair
I was attending my yoga class when an unexpected series of events unraveled. The sun illuminated the room and beat down on our sweaty half-dressed bodies when a man popped his head in the door frame with his eyes glued to the instructor's spandex ass, which I presume was his pregnant wife, as he spoke.
Lisa ToltonPublished 6 years ago in FilthyToxic Delights: Part 8
It'd been too long since she'd gone hunting for a thrill. Six and a half weeks to be exact. Most of her time had been spent on Carter, and helping him recover from his surgery. Hazel had stayed the first two weeks, keeping her sane while they both looked after their friend. As soon as Carter had recovered enough to start his physical therapy, Hazel had gone back to Minnesota, where Lily and Dante were waiting for her to return. She never mentioned a thing about what was going with them, but Elle could tell it was weighing heavily on her best friend. She didn't blame her. Her reputation as St. Cloud's wholesome coffee shop owner had been tainted, when word got around about the bodies that were dug up in her backyard.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago in FilthyMinxy_Jinxy and the Lucky Cameraman, Part One
“Hello, fat cats, welcome to Minxy_Jinxy’s Bad Kitty Corner. You know me, Minxy_Jinxy, and I’m ready to be sooooo bad for you. What are you going to do in the next 48 hours to punish me?”
Roman GabrieloPublished 6 years ago in FilthyToxic Delights: Part 6
Being back in New York brought Elle back to a time where things were often murky and hopeless. Memories of the hell that was her childhood had flooded her mind the moment she and Detective Nieves landed at JFK airport, but she forced them aside on their way to their low-budget hotel and checked them both into the Kamway Lodge, which was located in Elmhurst, Queens, close to her old neighborhood.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago in Filthy