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Reconnecting with Her Husband
Stella rolled over in bed, watching the sleeping form of her husband. His chest rose and fell, his soft snores the only sound filling the room.
Heather KinnanePublished 3 years ago in FilthyA String Theory
It would be easier to describe string theory, the little that I accept of this doubtful turf, than to tell you about the beginning, and the end for that matter, of the string. I barely noticed it one cloudy October weekend afternoon, dangling unbound in the air a bit closer to the ceiling than the floor. Roughly a foot long, it looked bluish and felt British between my fingers. Pubic hair has a peculiar texture, a strange consistency, so it seems, compared to other types of hair and particularly the locks that cover our heads. I have known British pubes, rough and downy at the same time, like a dying poet, unlike the ordinariness of the French, Korean, Russian, and Spanish, and the pubes of other nationalities in all probability. I pulled on it the way an ill-fated woman first pulls on a penis to assess its solidity before milking it for that nauseating nectar. What can be described as a space in space suddenly opened up and pulled me in much the same way that a mindful ant is sucked in by a mindless anteater. I found myself in a dark coldish cave that meandered to a cool darkish cavern.
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 3 years ago in FilthySweet Lovers
“Favourite flavoured jelly bean?” he asked rifling through the bag. “Pink.” I pushed myself up onto on elbow to watch him.
Heather KinnanePublished 3 years ago in FilthyLonging for More
Ashton was the most skilled man Verity had ever had the joy to fuck. He teased her first. Fingers barely touched skin as his hands roved over her body, waking up every nerve, preparing it for what was to come.
Heather KinnanePublished 3 years ago in FilthyBron's Bush Lover
Bron strode along the rocky trail, the odd dry twig snapping beneath her feet, as she stepped over thick roots emerging from the ground like some sort of squid’s tentacles emerging from the sea.
Heather KinnanePublished 3 years ago in FilthyCharlie's One Night Stand
Charlie grimaced as she fought with the bolt the starter motor. Who the hell had done this up? The damn thing was on so tight she wasn’t sure she’d get it off herself, and she hated having to ask for help. It would be easier if she could access it from above, but no, this particular bolt required her on her back beneath the car. She pushed against it with all her strength, only to have the spanner slip out of her hands and clatter to the floor.
Heather KinnanePublished 3 years ago in FilthyRising Action in the Royal Bedroom
Queen Yara lay on a violet velvet fainting couch wearing nothing but silken rope and jewels. Expertly braided glossy fibers accented her teasing navel, lean arms, and ample thighs. She had been playing a delicious game of pretend with her gentleman-in-waiting. Wearing a tiger mask, Manuel prowled around in a golden cage.
Lola SensePublished 3 years ago in FilthyRevving Up Her Engine
The roar of engines filled the air, carrying through the bush so easily Jane felt like she was roadside. Even the fumes seemed to make their way through the trees, and she shut her window so she wouldn’t have to breathe them in.
Heather KinnanePublished 3 years ago in FilthyHospitality Confessions: Lots of Groping and Heavy Panting and Masturbation at Night — Frustrating but Exciting, Too
Chapter 3: Lots of Groping and Heavy Panting and Masturbation at Night — Frustrating but Exciting, Too It went on like this for about a week. I wasn’t planning to get into anything with Mario. After all, I did have to work with him. But the chemistry was insane. Night after night, I was going home, hot and sweaty and horny. It was the first time I’d really felt this way about a man.
Autumn SeavePublished 3 years ago in FilthyGoing Down
Well if this wasn’t the weirdest experience of Joelle’s life, she wasn’t sure what was. Several kilometres under the surface of the ocean, watching the strangest sea creatures on the screen before here.
Heather KinnanePublished 3 years ago in FilthyThe Unexpected. . .
The hour strikes twenty-two hundred and I watch my employees inject their cards into the punch clock. Each stamp marks another start to another shift.
CR. PhoenixPublished 3 years ago in FilthyHospitality Confessions: The Day I Start Writing the Hardest Letter I Have Ever and Will Ever Write in My Entire Lifetime!
Prelude When Jason woke up Monday morning and called Lee Anne, he got her answering machine. Strange, he thought. They always went jogging early on Mondays. Lee Anne said that it was the only way to get the day started right. And once he’d gotten into the habit, he had to agree with her. Not only did he feel rejuvenated by the brisk pace that she made him keep, but he got to start the week with her. And he was looking forward to starting every single day with her after they got married in a couple weeks.
Autumn SeavePublished 3 years ago in Filthy