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Your Son is in The Yacht Club
It's ironic and also disgusting that I'm re-reading Lolita, I need to clear my head and not cave into an urge when this young woman arrives for the weekend. I'm laying on my bed in boxers, the sheets I changed a few days ago, reading every page twice. I'm lonely but that's okay because my sheets have been keeping me company, I thought it was a good idea to start doing my own laundry, not letting Mother know what I've been doing in my free time in my room with the door closed. I don't watch porn, I don't look at naked pictures, I don't even use my imagination, just the words off pages in books, the pictures painted for my pleasure. I forget the name but I recently read a book and a woman was on a beach alone in her bikini and it wasn't sunny. It was cloudy, windy, not chilly but humid even without the sun... I'm still reading, and my hand moves down my own body, but I stop it. Everything in this moment feels like a Tyler The Creator video. I get up and walk over slow and turn the record player off. I'm looking out the window that overlooks the driveway of the beach house. Large hedges on both sides, gravel leading down to the road, cars in the circle lot. No new ones yet though. I do not throw on a shirt when I walk over to the dresser that's holding my clothes inside up against the plaid wallpaper. Tacky. I hear voices after I close my eyes for a few minutes still standing, hearing the car she's in pulling in. The company got out, said hello as I watched from the window. Taking out their expensive luggage from their expensive car and she got out too. Headphones, sunglasses on. Bikini on, it was black like the one that woman wore in the story, she even had a towel wrapped around her waist. But it was her large breasts that caught my attention, they seemed as to be the size of the suitcases, if I grabbed them would it be considered helping? I heard the voices in the house now, I looked myself over in the mirror in my room before going down, what did I see? I walk down the spiral steps slow, the conversation getting louder as I approach from above. The first thing I see is her blonde thick hair tied up while her face is looking at her phone glued to it like I want to be glued to her chest. I said my hellos to her mother and has the only man in the house at the time (the other being on the yacht) I grabbed their bags, me and the nymphet did not speak yet but I noticed she looked at my shorts, I looked at her and she smiled, I said hello, she said hello back as she followed me to her room. I put her bags down, I left the room. Walked into my room and put pants on. I put a record on and played Spill the Wine as I used my imagination to fuck her. It felt uncomfortable so I didn't want much detail, but in my head was a place of dangerous lust.
Jackson PiccoPublished 2 years ago in FilthySubmitting to the Queen
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Morning light shone through the pale-yellow curtains, warming my soft sweater as I curled up on the sofa with morning coffee. The clouds had parted, giving the sun its time to melt the newly fallen snow. My thoughts wandered back to the previous night and my lips lifted in a smile.
Jess BriggsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyGood Sex continued.
Fast forward six months; Brad and I have seen each other every week; two times where we went about ten to fourteen days without contact, and on the rare occasion twice per week. Our nightly interludes last about four and a half hours; the only planned thing is the time and place of meet-up.
Shannon LemirePublished 2 years ago in FilthyA Series: Chapter 8.
Nervously Steve follows Marissa into her home after she opens the door with her key "Well here it is" She says starting to take off her shoes and hanging her coat. Steve does the same "Here come to the kitchen I want to show you something" She says leading him into the kitchen. A small detached home with the kitchen being only separated by a counter from the other room (which was a TV room and dining room split in two) Marissa stretches up, her belly being shown from her shirt and pulls down two glass flutes. "So, I just ordered these online last Tuesday and I loveee them" She holds them up and hands one of the flutes with a tacky, basic design on them to Steve "Oh wow" He tries to sound enthusiastic (not really caring about the damn glass) "They're cute right? I got them specifically for mimosas" She laughs as she places her glass down on the counter. Marissa then walks over to the fridge and bends over as she opens it looking for champagne and orange juice (on the bottom shelf?). Steve holding his glass is starring at her ass, mouth open and his grip on the flute tightens. She grabs the items and closes the fridge pouring them into her glass "You want one, right? Stevie don't let me drink alone" Steve nods and she fills his glass too, but she made his heavier on the champagne "Okay so I know I dragged you over her to hangout and help me straighten up, rearrange and whatever and we are already drinking sorry" She laughs sarcastically knowing she isn't sorry. "Hey, no worries, like I work...harder when I'm a little buzzed" He says back making her laugh "I bet you do" She takes a sip, but her eyes don't leave Steve's vision as she sips slow.
Jackson PiccoPublished 2 years ago in FilthyI didn't know love could feel like this
I despise funeral homes. I can't stand the smell. It's overwhelming and sickening, like something you'd expect from a horror movie or depression-era novel that details what happens after death grips people's souls in its cold embrace,
Irina PattersonPublished 2 years ago in FilthyA Series: Chapter 17.
Standing outside of Benoit's down by the street, next to an alley in the same suit he was wearing for the interview, Steve is smoking a cigarette. After a few drags a woman, older, wearing blue jeans and a low cut black shirt comes outside the restaurant and walks over close to him. She lights a cigarette.
Jackson PiccoPublished 2 years ago in FilthyEntangled
Chapter 2 They proceeded to the elevator and into the parking deck of the office building that her company was located in. Once inside, they just talked some small talk about how hungry they were. When they got in his car, they headed to the restaurant.
Ireland LoreleiPublished 2 years ago in FilthyEntangled
Preface She couldn’t believe that it was over, much less that he had a one-night stand with her one of her friends. She would never forget that phone call. The one where her old high school friend Allison Hines called to tell her that she had slept with her boyfriend Jamie Westbrook a few months ago and that she was pregnant.
Ireland LoreleiPublished 2 years ago in FilthyFinishing Last
“Don’t ask me what I think of you; I might not give the answer that you want me to.” —Peter Green I. December 2014. My affair started after Thanksgiving and we were done by Christmas.
Conrad IlesiaPublished 2 years ago in FilthyLove Despite Reality
CHAPTER 2 Once aboard the flight to Austin West fires up his laptop once again. Three urgent emails keep him busy the entire flight. Before boarding their flight to Jacksonville Larissa changes clothes in record speed
Veronica PollardPublished 2 years ago in FilthyLove Despite Reality
CHAPTER 1 An average September evening in Orlando Larissa arrives at the Utopia Grand Resort and Spa by West, just as the sun begins to set. After checking into her suite and taking a shower she heads out in search of a quick bite to eat. Elated to finally have an evening to herself to relax and unwind. Larissa first stops by the front desk to request extra towels and a blanket be sent to her suite.
Veronica PollardPublished 2 years ago in Filthy