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An Evening on the Boat
AN EVENING ON THE BOAT The cool breeze coming off of the river was refreshing as Andrea sat on the deck drinking her glass of wine and watching the boats cruise up and down the river. Her thirty-four-foot boat was moored to one of the docks not far away. The West End Boat Club was one of, if not her favorite place to spend time, other than on her boat. She sat back in the deck chair with her legs propped up on an empty chair in front of her, allowing her dress to softly fall between her slightly open legs. The sun was dipping down in front of her as she sipped her wine.
Shawn David KelleyPublished 2 years ago in FilthySam and Her Daughters
Halloween Delight It was a cooler day than normal in later October as Sam and her daughter Stephanie were decorating for Halloween. They loved Halloween, they lived for it. But most of all, it was the autumn equinox they cherished because it signified birth and rebirth, sexuality at the max. This year they were attending a neighborhood Equinox party and it promised to be the event of the year, at least for the mother and daughter duo.
Shawn David KelleyPublished 2 years ago in FilthyHalloween Delight
Halloween Delight It was a cooler day than normal in later October as Samantha (Sam for short) and her daughter Stephanie were decorating for Halloween. They loved Halloween, they lived for it. But most of all, it was the autumn equinox they cherished because it signified birth and rebirth, sexuality at the max. This year they were attending a neighborhood Equinox party and it promised to be the event of the year, at least for the mother and daughter duo.
Shawn David KelleyPublished 2 years ago in FilthyRubbing Rob
If you haven't read Rubbing Rob, part 1, you should for some context Rubbing Robert, part 2 It was the following Friday afternoon following Rob and David’s rediscovery of sex with one another. The entire time their wives had been away on a girls’ weekend shopping at the outlets, Rob and David acknowledged their feelings for one another and even though they still loved their wives, they also enjoyed having sex together. They made a pact to involve no one else of the same sex but women would be fine. The two texted throughout the day with Rob sending David porn pictures. He increasingly sent pictures of guys getting their asses fucked or a guy having his face covered in cum. David received them and commented but withheld his feelings and thoughts for the most part.
Shawn David KelleyPublished 2 years ago in FilthyRubbing Rob
Rubbing Robert The week had been brutally hot and work was a grindstone. Still, David was looking forward to three o’clock and he clocked out for the weekend. His wife was going away for the weekend with a few of her cousins to shop at outlet malls four hours away. That left him alone at the house to play video games, watch movies or just do nothing. By the time he got home, he was exhausted. It was a week from hell. He thought about stopping to grab a case of Guinness but thought better of it. Drinking alone was said to be a bad sign.
Shawn David KelleyPublished 2 years ago in FilthyThe Key Party
The Key Party Dani stood talking with one of her new neighbors, Jim, and his wife Susanne as she sipped at her wine cooler. Soft rock music was playing but not loud enough that you couldn’t hear the person next to you. It had been Susanne that, had originally invited her to the party after a lengthy discussion concerning the neighborhood. Out of the twenty couples, she noticed that only three couples were from the neighborhood.
Shawn David KelleyPublished 2 years ago in Filthysleeping with other people
August 28th, 2022 In three months, I will have been in my first serious, monogamous relationship for four years. I discovered there was a lot I didn’t know about myself, and I definitely underestimated the impact that it would have on my development as a person. I knew this life-changing experience would uncover hidden spots of my personality, but this knowledge was rational at the time. Now, having been through it, I have a better sense of who I am, who I want to be and who I might become.
Ms. RodwellPublished 2 years ago in FilthyBloom Town
Utah Territory, June 1852 There was an enormous black fly buzzing in the corner of the train window. It’d been buzzing frantically for at least an hour, ever since the conductor came by to shut all the windows with a grunted explanation of headed into a dust storm.
Ally NorthPublished 2 years ago in Filthymilkbar.
“This doesn’t look right,” Fuck me, I got to get out of here, the bands are about to start. Ok, last change, last chance. Does this black tube top look better than this black crop top? Turn left, turn right. Jesus, all my outfits are virtually identical. No need for an existential fashion crisis right now. Ok, full body shake, pull it together. Chill out and take another sip, now twirl. “I’m fucking hot, who cares!” Those affirmations are doing me well. This outfit sends the right message. Moving into hair. Brush, brush the short coils on my dome. Slick it back forming the crown of waves. This is good, don’t touch it. Now which silver jewels will frame my cheeks? Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, let's go with the big o-ring chain and the dangle knives. Don’t want to appear too approachable. That’s lovely, leave it there freak. Now looking back at the full fit, looks good from this angle, that angle is nice too. Five more squats for good measure. Ignore those crunchy tin man knees, nightfall awaits. Shit, almost forgot the shoes. Clunking around in these platforms is going to be a mistake. Who do I think I am wearing devil horns on my feet? Only Satan’s side chick would do some shit like that. Well ya know, the devil is alright. He hits me up on full moons. We dance and argue naked. When he leaves he says he’ll see that pussy soon. I pretend not to hold my breath. Living cannot be felt without sin. Maybe Satan can help keep my ankles unbroken. Oh, there goes my phone. Wow, Moni is bailing,
Spider BlackPublished 2 years ago in FilthyAwkward First Romance
Chapter 7: Alex Dad left a few minutes ago. After he left I helped Jack set up his new room. I don’t want him to sleep in another room but given what almost happened earlier when I started crying. God, I can’t believe I did that. It’s not that I think crying makes you weak. It’s just I don’t like to be vulnerable like that. When you are it is so much easier to be hurt. Introverts seem unhappy but are sometimes the happiest of all. Extroverts are the same. We seem happy all the time but some of us have scars deep inside.
Veren StrifePublished 2 years ago in FilthyAwkward First Romance
Chapter 6: Jack This morning was so awkward. I’m sitting there in the kitchen with Mr. De Lumas. “You never did answer my question last night.” He asks me. I can’t help but blush. When he asked me if I was in love with Alex I about died. I needed to just be brave finally and admit the truth. I don’t think he will kick me out.
Veren StrifePublished 2 years ago in FilthyAwkward Romance
Chapter 2: Jack I was here. I have arrived at the great Le Dumas house. Well great to me. Everything about Alex’s family has been great in my eyes. Mr. Le Dumas makes great money as a doctor and that allows him and Alex to live in a wonderful house, in a wonderful neighborhood, with wonderful things. I was always minorly jealous of Alex but my love for him always overshadowed it. My parents worked hard and we could only afford to live in a small house in a so-so neighborhood. It wasn’t really dangerous but at the same time you didn’t want to be outside after dark.
Veren StrifePublished 2 years ago in Filthy