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Strangers In the Night
As is often the case on a Friday evening, I find myself home alone, perusing the ads on the local singles list. Ah, so many desperate people out there, all clamoring for attention, all trying to be more shocking than the rest of the pack. Some offer money, some claim to have the best tongue in town, and some are just looking for a plain old-fashioned fuck buddy. As I sip my favorite wine, I scroll through them, smiling and laughing at humanity.
By Minerva McAlister7 years ago in Filthy
Nighttime Encounter
You open the door to my bedroom and find me sleeping. In the darkness, you tiptoe to the bed so as not to wake me. As you get closer, you notice I am lying on my stomach, comfortably resting naked with the blankets falling off of me. As you kneel at the foot of the bed, you slide your hands up inside my calves, slowly spreading my legs wider, hoping I don't wake up. I stir slightly, but remain asleep. After a moment you remove your shoes and crawl onto the bed between my legs, placing your hands on my ass. You bend over, and spread my ass cheeks apart, slipping your tongue between them to tease my asshole. As your tongue swirls around, wetting my hole and teasing it, you feel my buttocks clench in response under your hands. Keeping your face buried in my ass, you slip a finger down and begin to stroke my pussy from behind, noticing how it is warm and slightly moist.
By Minerva McAlister7 years ago in Filthy
Apple Pie
We have been dating for three months now. We have gotten into this poor habit of celebrating our "month" anniversary. A term I highly dislike due to the fact that anniversary implies a year. We have both been hurt before. We planned futures that would never come to pass, so maybe it was just our way of grasping onto the moments that lay before us.
By Duece Confucius7 years ago in Filthy
Dirty Clean
April was a twenty-two-year-old grad student from London who had moved to the US after getting her inheritance from her incredibly rich grandparents and had ended up buying a house in Florida. Jamie had been fixated with her ever since he first caught a glimpse of his hot new neighbour. He enjoyed nothing more than watching her every chance that he got. He lusted over her perky breasts and tight little ass... He liked to imagine that her pussy was of the same tightness.
By Savannah Teller7 years ago in Filthy
Empire of Shenendril: The Blue Chronicles 0: Chapter 5
Chapter 5 Lucas slept better than he thought he would. Perhaps the role of street rat had reminded his body how to find sleep anywhere. When he finally awoke it was midmorning, the sky grey with rain as it fell in buckets. Oh yes, a street rat would be very grateful to have somewhere dry with the rain like that. He was disappointed that Sergeant Walker hadn’t come by that morning but the man probably had duty back at the Gold Gate. Not even rain could stop the flow of commerce in the Empire. Lucas would just have to wait for him to come by later that evening. It also gave the youth time to plan his next move.
By Kaiden Moss7 years ago in Filthy
Catch My Lamborghini
Driving a Lamborghini is more than just a blushing rush of adrenaline. It's more than a feeling of luxury or elitist pride. The speed, the danger and the edgy tease of the design make it unrepeatable; undeniable even. When I'm inside it's more than simply thrill that courses through me, its lusty embrace appeals to my desires every moment I'm behind the wheel. You see, a Lamborghini does not ask permission, it owns it. Today I will be no different. I grab my keys from my desk and glance around to spot my supervisor heading into his office, shutting the door behind him with his ear to his phone.
By Yivea Divine7 years ago in Filthy
Empire of Shenendril: The Blue Chronicles 0: Chapter 4
Chapter 4 The shadows of the night lengthened as the sun dipped below the western horizon. One by one, as their poles fell into shadows, the lights that illuminated the better maintained streets of the Gulch at night flickered to life with the power of magic. On avenues, less frequented by Guildsmen on business and traveling Nobility, they had to make due with oil lamps hung from poles, or nothing at all. The lights gave the citizens only a semblance of safety, an illusion of security thanks to patrols by the city watch. In the alleyways and shadows of the labyrinth like streets of the Gulch men and women waited for the unwary to wander by. Whores lingered in the fitful pools of light provided by those oil lamps as they sought to separate men from their coin. Moans of passion as well as groans of pain could be heard from the many narrow alleys. Children of the street, called Minnows, snatched purses and begged for coin under the watchful eyes of their Sharks.
By Kaiden Moss7 years ago in Filthy