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Empire of Shenendril: The Blue Chronicles 0: Chapter 6
Chapter 6 Oh, how Lucas loved the feel of silk sheets. It was a decadent indulgence he fully embraced at the brothel. From the sinfully plump feather bed to his slippery cool sheets. But when did Casey get silk sheets?
By Kaiden Moss7 years ago in Filthy
Empire of Shenendril: The Blue Chronicles 0: Chapter 5
Chapter 5 Lucas slept better than he thought he would. Perhaps the role of street rat had reminded his body how to find sleep anywhere. When he finally awoke it was midmorning, the sky grey with rain as it fell in buckets. Oh yes, a street rat would be very grateful to have somewhere dry with the rain like that. He was disappointed that Sergeant Walker hadn’t come by that morning but the man probably had duty back at the Gold Gate. Not even rain could stop the flow of commerce in the Empire. Lucas would just have to wait for him to come by later that evening. It also gave the youth time to plan his next move.
By Kaiden Moss7 years ago in Filthy
Empire of Shenendril: The Blue Chronicles 0: Chapter 4
Chapter 4 The shadows of the night lengthened as the sun dipped below the western horizon. One by one, as their poles fell into shadows, the lights that illuminated the better maintained streets of the Gulch at night flickered to life with the power of magic. On avenues, less frequented by Guildsmen on business and traveling Nobility, they had to make due with oil lamps hung from poles, or nothing at all. The lights gave the citizens only a semblance of safety, an illusion of security thanks to patrols by the city watch. In the alleyways and shadows of the labyrinth like streets of the Gulch men and women waited for the unwary to wander by. Whores lingered in the fitful pools of light provided by those oil lamps as they sought to separate men from their coin. Moans of passion as well as groans of pain could be heard from the many narrow alleys. Children of the street, called Minnows, snatched purses and begged for coin under the watchful eyes of their Sharks.
By Kaiden Moss7 years ago in Filthy
Empire of Shenendril: The Blue Chronicles 0: Chapter 3
Chapter 3 There were multiple routes to leave the House of Sighing Shadows. Lucas took the one that would keep his face from being seen by any of the clients who wandered the halls of the brothel. From his room he opened the hidden door that led into the servant’s passages behind the walls. It allowed the servants to go from room to room unseen by clients, and it also allowed for guards to keep an eye on the courtesans and their clients. One never knew when a client might decide that their wealth and influence would allow them to get away with more than was contracted for.
By Kaiden Moss7 years ago in Filthy
Empire of Shenendril: The Blue Chronicles 0: Chapter 2
Chapter 2 It was a beautiful late spring afternoon. The sun was bright and warm with nary a cloud to mar the sky. A gentle breeze blew in from the Dragon’s Tears river which kept the temperature in the gardens comfortable enough for the denizens of the House to enjoy a little time outside in the sun. Lucas had already been up for hours. He’d met with his dance instructor that morning as he and one of the girls practiced for a performance they would give in a few weeks. The choreography was a sensuous delight and was sure to heat the blood of all who watched. The House would auction off a night with Lucas and his partner after the performance. It was guaranteed to bring in piles of gold dragons.
By Kaiden Moss7 years ago in Filthy
Sex After Assault
**the following contains trigger warnings for: sexual assault & rape** I'm very scared to write this article because I'm not sure how it will be received. It has a very serious tone. I feel like the following is something we need to talk about because I haven't heard anyone else talking about it. I'm not sure how many of you will relate to it - part of me hopes that it's none of you, part of me hopes I'm not alone.
By Nathaniel Corns7 years ago in Filthy
Alice's Ass
Norman was the kind of man you could set your watch to. Always on time. Always reliable. Always impeccably dressed in dark suit and tie. His dark hair always worn in the same fashion, short and neat. His shoes always shined and his creases always sharp. His world worked on a strict set of orderly rules. He got up at the same time every day. He ate the same breakfast. He went to his job by the same route and always got to work 5 minutes early. Norman worked as an insurance adjuster for the biggest company in the state. He always took lunch at exactly twelve o'clock and fed the birds in the park near his office. He came home at the same time every day and rarely spoke to anyone he didn't have some sort of transaction with like the cashier at the supermarket or the landlord when rent was due.
By Sarah Sparks7 years ago in Filthy
Empire of Shenendril: The Blue Chronicles 0: Chapter 1
Chapter 1 The young man at the vanity was a whore. Though not just any whore, he was a courtesan of the esteemed House of Sighing Shadows. With hair of gold, sun kissed skin, and sapphire blue eyes he could easily turn heads even when he was not all dolled up for his client. He had a slim strong physique thanks to hours of daily practice with his dance and acrobatics instructors. Flexibility was important in his profession and the young man was capable of feats that made even the most jaded whore blush.
By Kaiden Moss7 years ago in Filthy
Principles of Lust
The dark seemed to cloak her body, amber beacons tethered on candlesticks fought back the ubiquitous obscurity. She lay on the mercurial silk sheets, writhing face down as carnal hunger ravaged her. Curtains of satiny brunette hair fell over piercing green eyes as she nibbled the tip of her thumb, ripe fruits that were lips pouted and rolled over the poor substitute her digit posed.
By M Kier Murdock7 years ago in Filthy
Sultry Dream
The calming snowstorm pressed its wintry paws against the glass, steam formed to greet it, fogging the windowpane. It was a peculiar night, thunder rumbled off in the distance, whilst snowflakes serenely fell, the silent precipitation made the night ever more intimate. Marek planted himself in front of the computer, another night in the cold where darkness, loneliness, and ennui were his only company. The white glow of his monitor illuminated his chiseled features: a strong jaw, aquiline nose, heavily lidded hazel eyes that gazed tiredly at the menagerie of carnal images on display. He huffed out a sigh, swallowing hard as he faced another night anxious and sexually frustrated, looking for internet porn that hardly satisfied him. He navigated the amateur acts of everyday people, watched their most intimate, their most primal acts... and felt nothing. No stir in his loins, no heat, no sudden urge to reach into the front flap of his boxer briefs and retrieve the waiting flesh for satiation; he felt that maybe he had come to the point where he just didn't want to be satisfied by watching anymore. Disgusted, Marek closed the tab for www.hardsextube.com, knowing he would go to bed. He had the urge but not the stimulation.
By M Kier Murdock7 years ago in Filthy