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Interview for the Summer House
The Summer House needed a lot of work. The exterior needed new paint, new trim, new windows. And inside, every room had to be updated. There were outdated appliances, peeling wallpaper, chipped paint and broken windows. It needed a few solid months of work before I could even consider entertaining.
Bam KizbeePublished 3 years ago in FilthyNovember 2
I called Tami a couple of times today. No answer. I was starting to get concerned. I had no recollection of getting her home, or even how I got home Halloween night. I even went so far as to drive by work once I was able to move and get dressed. I also drove by her apartment building. Her car was not at either places and I started to feel like a stalker. I know she took the day off after our concert night as well and the fact that she was up and about with her day reassured me that she was at least mobile and living her life. I never would have thought I needed a whole day to recover from some Halloween musical fun. All part of getting old. After all I would soon be twenty so I was confident it would be all downhill from here. I had not expected the end of the evening to turn out as it did, for though I could not remember clearly, I had that feeling that it was strange in more ways than one.
Pete SymesPublished 3 years ago in FilthyChapter 9 : The Housewife
Why marriage kills sex? I’ve meet and heard about those couples even if they weren’t married, but after living together for a while they all passed over sex.
Anna KuklevaPublished 3 years ago in FilthyNovember 1
Of all my nineteen years, last night was the strangest Halloween ever. As my brain reels from memories lost, repressed, or other. Only one question roils through my brain:
Pete SymesPublished 3 years ago in FilthyHeat of the Moment
At my desk, working, I can look out the window to my left and see my favorite bar. It’s the drunken version of propinquity.
Conrad IlesiaPublished 3 years ago in FilthySans Sexe
In the 21st century, we seemed to have made our own rules as to how we wanted society shaped around us. Up to that point, there always seemed to be a framework of stability. Something that bound us together. Perhaps for the better, perhaps not, we began to see the rise of AI and how it impacted us and our environment on a daily basis. There were some very strange results of AI when added to the other awakenings of the time.
Clyde FordPublished 3 years ago in FilthyFrom The Grave
There is a way to give back life to the dead. In my pain, I had discovered and learned of witchcraft. I took up necromancy. Amidst the mockery and shame, I studied magick—to right what was wrong. And now the night had come for me to finally act.
Mercury The ScribePublished 3 years ago in FilthyFinger Painting
He was cruel, and rude, and sadistic. He'd ruined so many lives with his selfishness and brutality. I hated him. Or at least I wanted to hate him.
Rachael WilliamsPublished 3 years ago in FilthyVianna Summers, and friends.
When Rick and Amy had told Adam they had a surprise for him on his 25th birthday, he had no idea what they planned. When Rick locked the door, and Amy sat with her legs resting atop Adam's thigh as hers were tightly held together. Playing with her long blonde hair as girls tend to do with their nervous energy.
Moonlit Sky.Published 3 years ago in FilthyFemdom Fantasy: The Hostile Takeover
Rage. It makes me see red. I don’t know where it’s coming from, what underground source of anger that’s been simmering away inside me for god knows how long has suddenly boiled over, erupting like Krakatoa, making my whole body vibrate.
Jupiter GrantPublished 3 years ago in FilthyMy Last Day In Babylon
Our story opens in the year 605 BC in Babylon Mesopotamia. Evening had arrived and it was time to pick up my girlfriend Mylitta. We had been seeing each other for almost six weeks. She had been introduced to me by my best friend Usun. Beautiful long dark hair, a slender shape with amazing breasts. Great personality, easy to talk to, and very sensual. It was getting dark so we found a romantic place to eat. We were playing footsie under the table as she ran her foot up my thigh coming to rest between my legs. She knows how to communicate. After dinner we were sitting down along the river when she handed me a piece of candy. I offered to share it with her, but she said it was just for me. It tasted wonderful. We sat there kissing for a while but I began to feel strange. She told me to lay down and relax. And that was the last thing I remembered.
High Marks
The floors echoed with each one of my footsteps. Try as I might, the laminated flooring would not keep my arrival a secret.
Chelsea RosePublished 3 years ago in Filthy