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My Best Friend's Brother
“I can’t believe the two of you still have sleepovers. I thought you were twenty-three, not thirteen!” Bradley’s broad frame almost filled the doorway, his bright blue eyes sparkling as he smirked at Madison and I, sitting up in Madison’s bed, snacks gathered around us as we set up to watch a movie.
Heather KinnanePublished 3 years ago in FilthyLove Drunk
It was our second first date that evening. Our second time around trying to make sense of what we were to each other and if we could make the love we had for each other enough. My heart was in way over my head. My inhibitions? I didn’t have any with him.
Ruthie MayPublished 3 years ago in FilthyThe Taste Test
I signed up for a wine tasting class from Groupon. I did it all on my own and very sporadically. Once I got there I thought that this class was going to be filled with lonely women that had no one to go out with. I am not making fun of anyone it’s just I’m in the same boat as them. Lonely recognize lonely. Once I arrived at the class the elevator was out of service so I had to walk up two flights of stairs. I am not that much in shape so by the time I got to the second landing I was out of breath. I walked into the room where the wine tasting was. I was shocked that I saw more men than women. I found one empty seat towards the middle of the class. I felt like everyone was watching me as I walked to the seat. Three minutes later Suddenly a tall gentleman with a clearly amazing physique and short Straight jet black hair stood up from one of the desk and walked towards the front of class. He then proceeds to write his name which is Mr. Rose. As I glanced around the room every woman that was there stared at Mr. Rose. He began to teach the class and hand out glass samples of different types of wine. As each tray of glasses went about the room I locked eyes with him. Now maybe it was me but the eye contact was intense he even gave me a slight smirk. As the class was ending he let us know that he has two more tastings in the next 2.5 hours. Everyone else got up and left but for some reason I sat right there. After the next two sessions I was drunk but it was a nice smooth drunk. I tasted everything from Merlot to rose. I tasted dry, aged, sweet, semi sweet all different types but my stomach started to hurt. As he packed up and clean the room I prepared to head towards the door. He boldly says “you stayed for two sessions you might as well just wait for me.” I looked at him shocked and said “OK I’ll wait. “We walked to a local 24 hour diner up the block and we sat there and we drank water and had some pancakes. Something must’ve been in that water for me to tell this man would you like to come back to my house. The crazy part was that he said “yes”. We called the Uber and we took it to my house once we got through the door I headed straight to the fridge. I had a bottle of rose in my fridge that was calling my name. I pulled it out and started chugging it to hope that it would make me slightly intoxicated again and realize what I was doing with a perfect stranger. As I started to guzzle the wine he walked up to me and took the bottle out of my hand and placed it on the counter. He took his hand and placed it on my waist and started to kiss me ever so gently then it got intense the kissing turned into touching and touching toward into rubbing. I don’t know what happened but somewhere along the way I started to Become more conscious of what I was doing. He was holding me up in the air against my fridge and basically pressing his face into mine.I suddenly told him to stop stop stop. He backed off and asked me if I was OK. I looked at him and I was like “my nice phase is wearing off”. He looked at me and said hey you want to drink some more maybe we can get you started again. I looked at him and I said you know what maybe it’s a good idea if you leave. He looked at me in great disappointment. the same time he knew he had to respect my wishes he then went in his pocket pulled out a condom and a business card. He placed a condom & business card on the counter and crossed out his office number and wrote his personal mobile number. He looked at me and and left the business card underneath the condom on top of the counter and then looked at me and said in the most seductive voice call me when you’re ready.
She came to me Starving
I had just got done with work for the day sitting down on my couch watching TV and having a bourbon and coke, one ice cube, the only way to drink it! I was starting to feel like I needed some company, but since I was currently between relationships, that posed a problem! Not too big of a problem though, you see my female best friend had just broke up with her boyfriend as well and a few weeks ago while comforting each other about our recent relationship problems we got drunk and let's just say that we learned that we knew how to truly please each other! She and I decided that for now that we would call on each other whenever the feeling would hit and take care of each other needs without any emotional connections or ties! This would be our third time having best friend time, it was what she calls it, I was not a fan but it wasnt worth coming up with another word for it so, it was time for me to pick up the phone and see if she was available for some "best friend time."
More Than WordsPublished 3 years ago in FilthyWine and Dine (18+ NSFW)
Another Friday night spent. I was sitting on a metal bar stool in my favorite bar Reily’s, surrounded by fresh, delicious men to admire. Life is great. I'm in my most alluring outfit; a ruby red halter top with no bra, stopping just shy of my navel, slim-cut black tights that hug my ass seductively, and my long, ash-blonde hair curled to perfection. Those college boys won't know what hit them. Oh yes, they will, a 38-year-old cougar on the hunt after a bitter divorce. I can do better than Paul, and I will.
Angela DerschaPublished 3 years ago in FilthyThe Weaver
Chapter Three Kyle Johnson | Unsplash I worked my way down to the beach, walking alongside rolling ocean waves gleaming in the moonlight. I reveled in every moment of the long walk. Everything felt so much more immediate in the mortal world. I’d grown so used to the endless scale of time on Olympus. I stopped to pull a long strand of beach grass from the sand at my feet. I tore it in half, releasing the scent of the plant into the air. The pieces fell to the ground, where they would wither, already dead.
Lillian YeungPublished 3 years ago in FilthyJACK OF DIAMONDS
Chap 3 -Pt 2 (WHILE PARTNERS WON AND PARTNERS LOST...) ii She could hear the door open and held her breath, trying to steady her breathing, anticipating his arrival, so unexpected as it was. Roger wasn’t trying to be quiet and she could sense him standing at the foot of the bed looking down at her. For a moment, she wondered what Artie was thinking, seeing the man she'd professed to hating earlier, watching her as she pretended to sleep. She peeked through half-closed eyelids, barely able to discern his figure in the soft moonlight spilling through the French doors; unable to see the small, clipped moustache and receding hair; watching him as he slowly removed his jacket and tie.
ben woestenburgPublished 3 years ago in FilthyForbidden Desire
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” The young woman behind the screen had a sweet voice, familiar somehow. “And how have you sinned, my child?” The Bishop was young for his post, newly appointed to such a high rank, and was proud of his position.
Heather KinnanePublished 3 years ago in FilthyThe Glowing Purple Cock
Forest Ritual We see a wide-view, a misty forest, firs, cedars, spruce, large maple and black cottonwood trees. Our attention focuses on the silhouette of a grove of giant cedars, towering in the half-lit sky. We hear rustlings, gentle wind in the boughs, crickets, frogs and other early morning forest sounds. Our view narrows, passes between the dark trees like a slow flying bird, to reveal a silent lake. We pause at the shore. A trout jumps, the splash echoes, and rings of concentric circle widen from where the fish had been. We hear the eerie, haunting voice of a loon, quiet at first, then filling the air over the lake, as if some evil will soon occur. A great horned owl, flaps quickly by, startled from high branches. A bullfrog begins to boom, as if at our feet, increasing our sense of dread. The fog over the lake now appears ominous, moving slowly, in thick billows toward the shore. The camera turns, as if running back into the woods, following a deer trail along a narrow gurgling stream. We hear panting, as if the cameraman is terrified, trying to escape some horrible menace. We reach a clearing, where the cameraman stops, leaning on a thick maple tree to catch his breath. We hear him growing calmer. We still here the loon, far off, as background to the loud, gurgling stream. Our view widens to take in the entire clearing. We see lush ferns four to six feet high, bright green moss and orange plate-size mushrooms cling to fallen cedar trees. Suddenly, we hear a strong gust of wind toss the high cedar branches. Two crows start up an angry conversation, raucous accusing each other of some awful social blunder. The argument continues as we peek past a tangle of blackberry vines and milk thistles. The crows grow silent. We hear only a solitary wood thrush some distance away. Under a canopy of fir and cedar trees we see three female witches hooded in green, black and dark brown robes. The robes are open to the waist , revealing firm, pale white breasts. Each woman wears a red leather collar; silver chains dangle down between their breasts. The witches stand around a wide cedar stump, which rises chest-high from the mossy forest floor. The stump has is six feet wide or more, and has been polished to a smooth finish, lacquered in clear varnish. On this high-gloss surface two three-foot high red candle burn to the left and right. This is their altar. This is the place of sacrifice.
Roscoe ForthrightPublished 3 years ago in FilthyHot Musk
Marcia heard the bathroom tap running and wandered in to see what her husband was up to. “Hey, honey.” Evan was washing his hands, his gaze meeting hers in the mirror.
Heather KinnanePublished 3 years ago in FilthyA Submissive Side
“Ask a man to build you some steps for the back door and twelve months later it’s still not done. Casually mention you’d like him to tie you up and dominate you and he’s turned the shed into a BDSM dungeon within the hour!” Lara handed Miriam her cup of tea.
Heather KinnanePublished 3 years ago in FilthyThe Weaver
Chapter Two The air rushed past me as I fell toward the rift and my new life— for the next hundred years at least. I hit the shimmering surface and it felt like a splash of cold water. The vastness of the cosmos whirled past me as the rift took me from one plane of existence to another. As I slipped through the rift, my father’s protections crackled over my skin in tiny lightning bolts. If I didn’t have permission, my molecules would have been blasted apart into nonexistence. There was a reason none of us tried to just sneak through the rift.
Lillian YeungPublished 3 years ago in Filthy