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Liberation: A Salt and Honey Tale
The curtains were shuttered tight in the bedroom, casting a darkness that hid the detritus of everyday life. Most of it was Salt’s mess, he realized. Everything was a mess these days, and today’s shift was only passing by because he had the knowledge that seeing her, even for a few minutes, would subdue him and his demonic anxiety. At the threshold of the bedroom, Salt paused to take in the scene. The battery-powered tealight flickered in the crystalline votive. The scent of sage burned hours before still hung heavy in the air. And there, illuminated by the candlelight, were her hills and valleys. His Goddess.
The water the weather and HER
Their plans for the day were to take care of somethings and relax by the pool and enjoy the weather and each other! They changed, grabbed their drinks and headed to the pool....It was an amazingly beautiful day and the pool looked inviting! They hadn't seen each other in some time now. They placed their towels down on their beach chairs, he took off his shirt and he watch as she took off her shirt and then her shorts revealing a two piece bikini that she fit and filled out perfectly! He looked at this woman that he considers his best friend in awe, It was taking everything in him to reach out and take her into his arms! Her skin was glowing and her curves were amazing, her hair flowed and the way the sunlight reflected on her skin and all of this was taking his breath away. It was taking everything in him to contain himself. She had to run to her car to grab something leaving him behind for a second, he couldn't help but look behind him to watch her as she ran to get her items and although in reality she was moving quickly, to him it was like she was moving in slow motion...
More Than WordsPublished 2 years ago in FilthySubmissive Little Cam Slut 3
Eric stared at his bank account balance. Even though he was in the comfort of his own bedroom, that comfort felt tenuous at best when it was becoming apparent that he wouldn't be able to afford rent next month if he didn't do something drastic.
Amora JonesPublished 2 years ago in FilthySeduced by the Mercenary
"Ella! Hurry up with the ale!" The barkeep yelled at me. I hurried to pour ale into cups for the guests at the Half Boar Inn and Pub. It was a busy night tonight. A knight's tournament was in town and excitement was in the air.
Amora JonesPublished 2 years ago in FilthyFinding Hope in the Darkness
Finding Hope in The Darkness “How many people suffer from depression?” The Clinical Therapist asked from the front of the lecture hall. “Everyone has bouts of depression but those that are diagnosed with clinical depression are but a small number compared to the undiagnosed individuals that are afflicted with this problem.”
Shawn David KelleyPublished 2 years ago in FilthyThe Key Party
The Key Party Dani stood talking with one of her new neighbors, Jim, and his wife Susanne as she sipped at her wine cooler. Soft rock music was playing but not loud enough that you couldn’t hear the person next to you. It had been Susanne that, had originally invited her to the party after a lengthy discussion concerning the neighborhood. Out of the twenty couples, she noticed that only three couples were from the neighborhood.
Shawn David KelleyPublished 2 years ago in FilthyMeeting Lilith
Meeting Lilith I lay in bed listening while the darkness enveloped everything around me. For years, I had periods between asleep and awake, when I was unable to move. The doctors called it Sleep Paralysis. When I told them that I often awoke in a cold sweat screaming, fighting something that wasn’t in my room, felt confused, and as if I was not alone in my room, they called it night terrors. I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and placed on antipsychotics.
Shawn David KelleyPublished 2 years ago in FilthyLove Loss
She lost herself, deep in thought. An image flashed and she was brought back, back to a time when not long ago his hand was tight around her throat.
K.M. JacksonPublished 2 years ago in FilthyFWB
"You up?" The notification reads as it appears on the top of my phone screen. I look at it and smile. It's him, I've been waiting to see his name on my phone all day. I knew what this was between us but everything about this man sent an ache to my pussy, his voice alone exudes dominance and I couldn't help but fantasize about the way his presence would have me weak in the knees before he even touched me. I wanted all of him, his love, his support, his trust, and security not just for his sex but everything he embodies.
A Return to Grace
“I don’t think she's going to forgive us.” Bethany said. She twisted her fingers together, playing with her rings, the way she always did when she was nervous. The words had been rolling around in her head for the past hour, roiling and building to a pitch that she couldn’t hold any longer. They forced themselves from her lips now as she and her husband stepped into the baggage claims area of the bustling local airport. Crowds surged and pushed around them, and a steady buzz of conversation tried to bury her words. She rephrased them and asked this time, louder.“Do you think she’ll be mad at us?" she stared up, trying to catch Ruben's eyes.
Debora DyessPublished 2 years ago in FilthyBad Habits
We’ve all got our vices, some healthy, and some not so much, Personally, I find myself on that fine line. Her name is Abigail.
K.M. JacksonPublished 2 years ago in FilthyThe Nanny Ride
In the days prior to cell phones when you were out and about you were indeed out and about. Rehearsal ending time was always TBD so I had wiggle room with the pick up time for my steady girl from her nanny job.
Pete SymesPublished 2 years ago in Filthy