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Smudged Part 1
I looked into the mirror, my eyeliner was smudged. Smudged was an understatement, it had crumbled all over my face and my eyes were rimmed black. Of course I hadn't cleaned my face last night. I don't think I even left the bed until now, after we fell into it yesterday night.
The Pull of Passion
It was one of those days. You know, the kind of day that everything sets you off. Every noise, every word that was spoken to me had my blood boiling. An explosion rested just below the surface of my sanity. By the time I got home, all I wanted was a glass of wine, a bubble bath, and a good book to fall into and forget about the world.
Vanessa Cherron RiserPublished 7 years ago in FilthyDiving: The Deepest Orgasm (Part Two)
Charles held the side of Sherry's face in one of his large hands, then leaned down and firmly kissed her open mouth, tasting and feeling her deeply with his tongue and lips. His other hand traced the line of her cheekbone, trailing lightly on the side of her neck to her shoulder, and down her arm to her hand. He placed the hand on the front of his board shorts, bringing his head back to gaze at her facial reaction.
LP SteinbeckPublished 7 years ago in FilthyYou Say It's Your Birthday?
You Say it’s Your Birthday? Hey Shawty, it’s yo Birfday! We gonna pawty, like it’s yo Birfday! Shit yes it was. Snuck through yet another year and made it to forty-two. How the hell that had happened, I wasn’t quite sure. But I’m an accepting sort. I’ll take it, no questions asked. Sweet Jesus I was happy, though. And a fucking published author to boot. Memoirs of a Teenage Panty Thief had just come out. Crack me up. Making money off dirty stories. I just wished I could get that dumb song out of my head. Fifty Cent, for Christ’s sake. At my age.
Julian FinisterrePublished 7 years ago in FilthyThe Woman on the Beach
He came here often in the summer, usually late morning, once the sun had risen high enough to clear the line of oak and cottonwood that lined the bluff above, and cast its full strength down on this narrow stretch of sand. Being on the eastern bank of the river, it received sunlight, full and strong, until the bluffs opposite obscured it, and twilight, late and summer-thick, came on. The beach was relatively unknown and so sparsely attended; few but locals knew of its existence and thus there were no hordes of school-free children screaming, splashing, or otherwise disturbing what was a perfectly peaceful place. Those that did come stuck close to the waterline, leaving him the duney scrub to lay back in, to read and contemplate the river, and those few housewives taking the sun of a mid-afternoon.
Julian FinisterrePublished 7 years ago in FilthyCulture Shock
“Hey white girl…” grunted the tall one. He sat slouched down in the seat, with one hand on a large mason jar. I looked at him, and he gave an expression that was half smile and half snarl. “What yo name is?”
Cixtian TrybePublished 7 years ago in FilthyDiving: The Deepest Orgasm (Part One)
"Long Term Romance Desired" "Beautiful day on the Oregon coast today. The only thing more beautiful would have been to have met you in the morning, made passionate love to you, brought you coffee and breakfast in bed and slipped away to face the battles of life. Sometimes, two souls need a pick me up, to help them shine in a relatively dark world."
LP SteinbeckPublished 7 years ago in FilthyLover's Crest: Part One
When Joe had told me about Lover's Crest, the property he and his late wife had dreamed of restoring and offering as a paradise for couples, I wasn't prepared for the beauty of the Oregon coastline from it's viewpoint. The turn-off from the main road led to a dwindling unpaved road that was scarcely more than a path, and it gave the impression of a secret place, though in definite need of improvement.
LP SteinbeckPublished 7 years ago in FilthyMasked Mistress Chapter 6
As if my predicament could not get any worse. She's here, Mr. Stephen's wife. I just couldn't begin to comprehend how she managed to get this job. Probably sucked the principles dick.
Masked Mistress Chapter 5
I woke up feeling refreshed, I must have dosed off around 10pm, pretty early for me. I rolled onto my side to check my phone only to be stopped by a hard chest. Oh no, I must have fallen asleep next to him.
The Table Turn
Warning: Very explicit and kinda graphic. The digital clock turns from 1:59 to 2:00 am. tap tap tap. The only sound heard throughout the house is tap tap tap. Well, that, and the sighs and mild muttering of an extra disgruntled Miss.
A Smile and a Memory
The rich aroma of dark Columbian wafted down the hallway from the kitchen. I could hear the sound of him moving about in the other room, but I had no desire to move. If I moved, then the spell would be broken, and I would have to return to the real world. Couldn’t I have just a few more moments to bask in the utter satiation of the night before?
Vanessa Cherron RiserPublished 7 years ago in Filthy