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Toxic 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 FilthyNow We’ve Tried Everything
We've been messing around for a few months, having a blast exploring each other and falling madly deeply irrevocably in love with lusting each other. Not a space or body part has been left unkissed or licked or sucked in some way, not a hair left unturned, not a position left untried... at this point it's just perfecting the dance and enjoying the pleasure we bring each other... or so I thought.
JLM fantasiesPublished 6 years ago in FilthyA Soldier's Homecoming
The last thing anyone expected Jenna to do was marry a soldier. She knew how tough that life was going to be. The next to last thing anyone else expected from Jenna was to cry while he was gone. Yet she missed him so much. She didn’t want to show it most days, but she missed him. But the night Jonathan finally came home, it made every tear worth it.
Roman GabrieloPublished 6 years ago in FilthyThe Night (Part Two)
I can't believe the audacity of the man sitting watching me from across the table in the Red Sky hotel. There was no way I was taking him back to my house so I asked the taxi driver to take us to the hotel near it.
Fiona MorganPublished 6 years ago in FilthyShe Knows
9 AM Being a fashion designer is a hard, aggressive competition, growing your brand, all of the time it takes to design and make your clothes, etc. It gets especially frustrating when you have your boss breathing down your neck to make deadlines.
Grace XtraPublished 6 years ago in FilthyWerewolves On The Nile Chapter 8
Cain brushed off his hands as he turned away. The crocodiles would do their job. Now he just needed to finish off the one who had pulled the trigger then they could put the whole debacle behind them. As he approached the area where he’d left the injured man he the sound of flesh as it tore reached his ears. The crack of bones as powerful jaws crunched them. Cain slowed, the wind was at his back so he couldn’t tell what predator had done his work for him. But as he drew closer he could see the familiar massive shape of Strife as he savaged what remained of the man Cain had shot.
Kaiden MossPublished 6 years ago in FilthyWhen Phone Sex Goes Bad
He stretched out on the bed with the phone propped under his chin. There was a ‘hands free’ setting and he guessed he would use that later, when the time was right. For the minute he preferred the sense that they were whispering in each other’s ears. It felt more intense and dirty.
James MissagliaPublished 6 years ago in FilthyToxic Delights: Part 4
It took about thirty minutes to scrub off the day's grime and sweat off her body when Elle arrived at her hotel room. Using the bright yellow loofah sponge and her favorite citrus scented body wash, she used the soapy water to rub against her newly shaved long legs. At six-foot-seven, Elle thought them to be a gift and showed them off whenever she got the chance. At the club. Dinner with friends. She wondered if her secret admirer knew that. Did he know how she secretly got off on figuring him out as much he loved taunting her? It was the reason her sexual drive had increased drastically since she got to Miami. She'd learned the hard way her dark thoughts should never be said out loud, even to the strangers she invited into her bed.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago in Filthy