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Wet Sheets Saga
I walked through the door to the coffee shop and walked up to the counter. I ordered my favorite iced coffee and a muffin. I sighed as I looked around waiting for my drink. My phone buzzed and I glanced at the text message. "Dinner at home. Love, Mom." Great. That ruins my plans tonight. The barista hands me my cup and I whirl around caught up in my thoughts. That was when I ran straight into him.
laticia lordePublished 6 years ago in FilthyWerewolves on the Nile Chapter 7
Some of the men had flashlights and they set them on the ground to point at Cain and Strife as they stopped in front of the temple complex, their backs to the open pit. The Leader stood there as he seemed to take the measure of the two men before he finally spoke in Slavic accented English, “I am told you are soldiers. Mercenaries. Then perhaps you’ll understand this. Tell me where you hid the merchandise and you will be paid. Continue to thwart my men and I and you will both die. It is that simple.”
Kaiden MossPublished 6 years ago in FilthyToxic Delights: Part 3
You've forgotten who you really are. I'd say its disappointing, but I guess I've changed as well. I enjoy watching you run before you walk now, sprinting towards me instead of away. The only regret I have is that this change in you wasn't caused by me. My hands are shaking with envy as I write this, but only because you're beautiful when I put that frown on your face. It belongs to me. Not to a moment of weakness or the faint heartbeats you get when you think about the man who ripped off your favorite disguise. I'd like to see that fire in your eyes again, Elle. It would be in your best interest to indulge me. You're brilliant enough to know that.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago in FilthyGirl on Girl
I'd never been with a woman before her. She was butch with short hair and a foul mouth. Her body was amazing, lush tits and a round ass. She had an attitude and fuck the world smirk. She was my sister's best friend, and she came with her to visit me in Los Angeles. I was living with my boyfriend at the time and perfectly dissatisfied with every aspect of him. I was at first tuned off by Dawn's crass words and blunt speech. "There's a lot of sexual tension between us, we're gonna have to do something about that," she said the first time we were alone together. I didn't feel any tension... I was intrigued by her because she just didn't give a fuck, she said what she wanted and she did what she wanted.
Meranda WatleyPublished 6 years ago in Filthy- Top Story - January 2018
Just Sex
I've always been a sexual person. Since I began having sex, I enjoyed it. Maybe not so much the physical act of it, but the anticipation of it. The feeling of having someone inside of me is really enthralling and intoxicating. I never really know how it happens but it always does. Conversations with the opposite sex, and occasionally the same sex, turn to something erotic. We start to talk about what we find sexy and one thing leads to another.... sometimes the lack of talk is what makes it sexy. When there's no talk and just action. The lead up, the anticipation of sex is a big turn on, but the unexpected is fun too.
Meranda WatleyPublished 6 years ago in Filthy Toxic Delights: Part 1
I can hear him falling apart underneath you. It's my favorite part of the show. And you never disappoint your audience Elle. Never. But you've been keeping things from me. Things that only you and I would understand. Yet here you are, pretending I'm not part of your shadow anymore. I pounded my way through your walls of resistance once. Then relished in the exhilaration it brought to me every night after that. I've gone far too long without your hatred so here's my attempt at bringing us together again. Catch me if you can, Elle Dubois. I'll see you at the finish line.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago in FilthyWerewolves on the Nile Chapter 5
Morning came too soon. The spell which had fallen over Cain the night before shattered when Strife crawled over him to get out of bed. One more day of travel. They should arrive at their destination by nightfall. But it still meant another day on camelback. Another day under the hot sun.
Kaiden MossPublished 6 years ago in FilthyBehind the Curtain with Zac
“Kitten, do you have a safe word?” She shook her head not understanding what that was. “Speak up, kitten. Make yourself very clear.”
Sway JonesPublished 6 years ago in FilthyThe Skull Man: Part 11 (The Ending)
HAZEL The screams were bulldozing every wall she had built to keep them at bay. They wouldn't let her concentrate. The loud pitches of their agonizing screeching shattered her eardrums enough to make them bleed. She was back under his reign of terror. After all this time, how could she have let herself end up back in this cage?
Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago in FilthyWerewolves on the Nile Chapter 2
“You want me to ride What? For how long?” Cain looked up at his lover as both wore mirrored shades against the desert sun. He could feel the heat as it beat down upon them, at least the hat he wore kept the worst of it off his head.
Kaiden MossPublished 6 years ago in FilthyThe Skull Man: Part 9
HAZEL Eleven Years Ago.... "They're beautiful aren't they?" the gravelly voice behind her asked, as she touched the white edges of the lily, and took in their scent. Beautiful was an understatement. She'd grown up with the flowers due to her parents owning a funeral home. They held the services almost every week, and that's when she got to see where she and everyone she cared about would eventually end up. Just a rotting body in a casket no one would visit after their mourning was over and done with. Hazel didn't want to leave that kind of sad impression on the world. But she was afraid, that just like death, there was no getting out of being forgotten.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago in FilthyThe Skull Man: Part 8
DANTE The word; frustrated didn't do his mood justice. Dante felt like the answer was right underneath his nose but he couldn't pin point it. The crime scene photos in his possession all displayed the same M.O. for the Skull Man. He spent more time on the younger females, giving them most of the torture while he went softer on the males. The girls all had the same cuts on their lower abdomen but it wasn't the same jagged shape that resembled Hazel's scar.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago in Filthy