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Blood Moon
Delia DuBois was a reluctant witch. She'd been born into the DuBois family of natural witches who lived on the Black Bayou in Louisiana in the hamlet of St. Elizabeth. The DuBois were natural witches, drawing their power from the world around them and Delia's grandmother Irene assured her she was very powerful.
By Lori Beasley Bradley6 years ago in Filthy
The Rebound
In part one Amber has discovered her husband Aaron has been cheating on her. In an effort to cheer up her friend, best friend Ann decided to hook Amber up with Dan, a friend of her husband Mike.
By Amanda U6 years ago in Filthy
forbidden part 3 (18+)
Peter blushed softly once more as he jumped from the doors opened to Tony’s personal garage, slowly Peter stepped out and smiled at Tony over the roof of his car.
By Lucas Embredoment Blackblood6 years ago in Filthy
A Remnant of Dionysus
Somewhere amidst the summer afternoon hustle and bustle of New York City was a hotel room doused in the unbearable stench of sweat, drugs, and alcohol. The floor covered in spilled cocaine, cigarette ashes, alcohol, vomit, and various other bodily fluids. A sea of sleeping nude bodies covered the floors and furniture of what was once a clean and luxurious penthouse. The French balcony doors were wide open and allowed the summer heat and golden sun rays to flood the room. The air was still and filled with dust as the summer heat slowly became almost impossible to bear any longer.
By Zoe Brainard6 years ago in Filthy
Justine (Chapter 7)
The poor, bedraggled Justine made her way to Marcel, a town situated just outside of Paris, a suburb for the affluent. It was here that, broken, bent and bleeding, she made her inquiries as to where, "In the name of sweetest mercy, kindness and charity, I might find a doctor!" She was directed by the servants at an inn to the home of one Rodin, a neighborhood surgeon known for the astonshig efficacy of his ministrations.
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Filthy
The Rebound
At the end of part one Amber has learned that her husband of 15 years Aaron has had an affair. She had been a dutiful and loving wife but looking back she saw the signs particularly his lack of intimacy. Amber is feeling unattractive unloved and unwanted when her best friends Ann and Mike decide to hook Amber up with Mike’s friend Dan for a night she’ll never forget.....
By Amanda U6 years ago in Filthy
Therapist's Therapy Part III
Belle flashes her smile at me for the third time this minute. I bless her with my movie-award-winning smile, but for Christ's sake, this shit is getting old.
By Ashley Alleyne Van-De-Cruize 6 years ago in Filthy
Madame Luxe: A Brothel Story
1997 Janice tossed her head back and let it lie on the side of the bed as she relaxed. She was with her favorite client, Dade. Dade was a fourty-year-old country redneck from Alabama who came to visit her every time he and his wife were in town on vacation. Dade treated Janice well. Well as l as one could be treated for a whore that a man snuck to see a few times a year. He sent her allowance once a month and sent her love letters a few times a week. Dade promised to leave his wife for her one day soon, but Janice knew he never would. Which was more than fine with her.
By Author B.Commodity6 years ago in Filthy
Madame Luxe: A Brothel Story
It was 7:02am and Josie stood at the Reno bus station as she pulled a final drag on her cigarette. “Last one, better make it count,” she thought to herself as she held the smoke in her throat before letting it release through her nostrils.
By Author B.Commodity6 years ago in Filthy
Room 508
There were cracks in the walls along the burgundy bathroom ceiling and zigzagged down to the cabinet mirror. The mirror needed wiping as it was disgustingly smeared and perhaps it was smeared with random, sweaty hands. Her eyeliner and mascara were smudged and her coily hair had run dry. The girl was exhausted and her jaw ached. In fact, her legs along with her thighs terribly throbbed, and her back felt agonizing. Her hazel gleaming eyes were the most alluring, but exotic feature; let alone the built curvy hips and full lips she possessed. Chocolate freckles laid in abundance spreading across the bridge of her nose to her brassy cheeks. The eye shadow she wore sweated off, however, the colors didn’t compliment her to begin with. She let out a deep sorrowful sigh. Before leaving the bathroom and back to her client, she took one last look in the mirror. What did she see in her reflection; a dirty girl or a soulless being?
By JB6 years ago in Filthy
Spoils of Victory
The icy fingers of fear gripped her throat as she jumped to her feet. Her heart pumped faster, spurring her feet to move as she ran. Her stomach swirled as she sought an escape, knowing she may not make it to safety.
By Asrai Devin6 years ago in Filthy
Room 305
Click*, the sound the door made. The deluxe suite made her believe she was partly in the garden of eden but also partly cloud nine. Rose petals scattered from the entrance of the door way, leading onto the California king, illustrating a heart in the middle of the bed. They wined and dined earlier in the evening and it had also been their fifth date. Interestingly enough, there was an aged record player with a vinyl on it in the living area, collected in dust almost looking somewhat discolored.
By JB6 years ago in Filthy