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Bath Tubs
He knows you so well. The steam is curling in tendrils up from the tub, and he promises (and he’s always kept his promises) that it will be the perfect temperature by the time you’re both done in the shower. You both agree that a bath is for relaxing, not washing - you’d literally be sitting in a pool of your own dirt - so you always shower together before moving to the bath. You almost always end up messing around in the tub, so it’s a moot point, but it’s nice to pretend.
By TheWellReadMillenial3 years ago in Filthy
Late Night
By sitting on my couch in disbelief that I made it. Claimed my dreams, worked hard for my career to be flourished. Finally allowed myself to be in this state I am in, I sit here, and sigh, "Finally," after a few months moving into my new home. Fully furnished. A home I can call, 'mine' and as I sit here, smiling to myself, I hear a knock on my door.
By Lilly Rosa3 years ago in Filthy
My Husband's Friends Fucked Me In Front Of Him
Late last year my husband and I were out with some friends at a bar and we all played a few rather drunk games of pool. I've never been great at pool, but on this occasion, I managed to lose every single game. It got to the point that a couple of the guys present suggested a forfeit if I lost the last game. They drunkenly joked that I should have to be the waitress at our next catch-up and that I should do it naked. My husband found this hilarious and this only encouraged them. And of course, I did lose the game. I got a lot of boos and pouting when I told them that it was never going to happen, and eventually the joke died down and the night went on as usual. However from that point on, seemingly whenever we got together over drinks, the supposed forfeit would come up in conversation and a couple of them would have a shot at convincing me again.
By #EroticaMaster | A Project for BetterMe3 years ago in Filthy
Sleeping with a Soldier
Vivian watched the parade as it went by. The veterans first, the old men with their wheelchairs and walkers, aided by the younger generation of soldiers, women among them now, too. Behind them came those in support, the firefighters in their crisp pale blue uniforms, the paramedics in their darker blue, the school kids, all marching behind in honour of those who’d given their lives, for the freedom of these generations.
By Heather Kinnane3 years ago in Filthy