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Eléni & M Move to Athens - Part 19
This new series has its history in the form of several short stories, several poems, and a 13-part series that is linked at the bottom via Part 18 of this series. Anthi Psomiadou has graciously agreed—I am 100% sure—to appear as a fictional character also called, Anthi, as she did in the first series, though as Anthi Kanéna in this series, to be precise like the blue and white I perceive in her smile. Each time I see flowers now, I think of Anthi. It is a shame to be called educated, those who do not study ancient Greek writers. François Rabelais
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 3 years ago in Filthy99 Licks!!
"Hi Kai, I saw your post about needing sex stories for your blogs and I wanted to reach out to you to tell you a real life situation that is happening in my life. However you decide to tell this story is your choice, my hope is that I can get some advice after you tell my story.
Eléni & M Move to Athens - Part 18
This new series has its history in the form of several short stories, several poems, and a 13-part series that is linked at the bottom via Part 17 of this series. Anthi Psomiadou has graciously agreed—I am positive—to appear as a fictional character also called, Anthi, as in the first series. Compared to the other four main characters, namely Athena, Patrick, Eléni, and M, Anthi has become an unpredictable one when writing about her. M, also the narrator, often feels lost before her, and so in love with her that everything else becomes secondary at best, even Goddess Athena. Among all peoples, the Greeks have dreamt life’s dream most beautifully. Goethe
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 3 years ago in FilthyBest Birthday
It was Michael’s 37th birthday and his wife Tricia had bought him a 60-minute deep tissue massage from a local masseuse. As Michael drove to his appointment after work, he wondered why Tricia would buy him this. He had never mentioned wanting or needing a massage.
PrincxssTatiPublished 3 years ago in FilthyMacy Portela, Part One: Compulsion
I had already been on the patio once. Not smoking; decompressing, watching a couple of guys with acoustic guitars set up on the far side, getting a weird look from Derek (Party’s on the other side, dude.) and taking deep breaths. The cook, smelling like the kitchen, walked to me, greeted me, shook my hand. I put my hand in my right pocket.
Conrad IlesiaPublished 3 years ago in FilthyTempted
There comes a moment when no matter how long you've tried to push it away, it comes back to bite you fiercely. She stood still at the entrance of Mclaughlan Law Offices in the humid Miami heat, pondering about that particular moment in her life. She could watch it all crumble down and stand by as her boyfriend, Jackson Wheeler, was taken to prison for felonies he had taken the fault for but did not commit, absolutely certain his attorney was double-crossing him per his own father's schemes; or follow her gut and fight for him the only way she knew how: by being a pain in the ass.
Evannie BrendanPublished 3 years ago in FilthyUltimate care plan
About 3 years ago I had a motorbike accident, I broke both my wrists, my left forearm, dislocated my shoulder, broke a leg and 3 ribs. I spent about 5 days in the hospital before being sent home to recover because they needed the bed space, I was still in a lot of pain and couldn't use my hands so I need to have careers come in 3 times a day. They would come in the morning and help me get washed and breakfast sorted out, they would come at around midday and sort out some lunch for me and then they would come in the even and help me get washed and ready for bed.
Alan barkerPublished 3 years ago in FilthyUltimate care plan (nsfw)
About 3 years ago I had a motorbike accident, I broke both my wrists, my left forearm, dislocated my shoulder, broke a leg and 3 ribs. I spent about 5 days in the hospital before being sent home to recover because they needed the bed space, I was still in a lot of pain and couldn't use my hands so I need to have careers come in 3 times a day. They would come in the morning and help me get washed and breakfast sorted out, they would come at around midday and sort out some lunch for me and then they would come in the even and help me get washed and ready for bed.
Alan BarkerPublished 3 years ago in FilthyFollow Me to the Woods
AIRPORT: WELCOME BACK I unbuckled my seatbelt and waited till the stewardess got up and opened the airplane door. I stepped into the aisle and got my backpack and laptop case out of the overhead compartment. I checked my seat for anything I might have left and when all i saw was a butt print and a pillow I walked out waving politely back to the flight attendants thanking me for flying on the airlines. Code for thanks for my pay-check.
Ashley AlexanderPublished 3 years ago in FilthyOn Call Stud
“I need to get laid,” I moaned into the phone. “That’s easy enough. We’ll find someone, thousands of guys want to fuck Eve Brooks,” my best friend Dane said.
Asrai DevinPublished 3 years ago in FilthyThe Northern Wars
FAEN, AEN Autumn, 1E72 There was a light mist in the air as cool autumn rain sprinkled down on the elvish town of Faen. The sun was setting beyond the Aryan Forest that comprised their nation of Aenor, sinking on the horizon of the Aerbonean Ocean off the coast of Legion some hundreds of leagues away to the west. Sendarin guided his boat back to shore as the evening closed in upon him. He would tie it off at one of the posts that served as the town's makeshift dock so that the tide didn't carry it out to sea, rowing his ways towards the elvish longboats that lined Faen's shore. He breathed a sigh of relief as he reached the beach and took his boat to rest with its fellows after a long and peaceful day of fishing.
Kelson HayesPublished 3 years ago in FilthyHalf Way
TODAY “Would’ve been a beautiful mid spring day otherwise.” CHAPTER 1: RUN His ears are ringing and his vision is just a little bit blurry. His head doesn't hurt, but he feels pressure. For a moment he imagines a balloon being filled with too much air. He’s out of breath, but not from all the running, as most people would be in his current situation. It’s the coughing, sneezing, and runny nose brought on by the heavy pollen in the air and his allergy to it. “Should have taken my pill,” he says to himself with a wheeze. Through the fear, chaos, and adrenaline, the idea makes him laugh. But only for half a second.