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If Music Be The Food Of Love...
Usually, by the time one approaches the second glass of Merlot, one has a sense of how well things are going – by which is meant how likely it is that the current interview will lead to subsequent intercourse (verbal) and – after the appropriate Bacchanalian delights – further debauchery.
Tristan StonePublished 3 years ago in FilthyThe Taste of Red
The pain in your shadow made my heart stop. There you were, framed by pale slants of moonlight in your window, your body a tight ball in the empty room. You stayed there, curled up like a rock that had been dropped into the ocean; as if you had simply sunk into that room and stayed there for centuries.
sleepy draftsPublished 3 years ago in FilthyThe Phantom
Maris sat in the bar nervously. Her weight was balanced on her left hip as she crossed her legs and smoothed her dress. The low warm lighting was designed to create a calm, glowing effect but inside she trembled like a guitar string.
Eva SchubertPublished 3 years ago in FilthyThe Woman in the Black Dress
I can't believe I am doing this. Why am I doing this? Here I am in this nice limo heading to an unknown location about to go on a blind date. I keep thinking to myself, "Can I tell the driver to pull over...Nope that would be rude of me" As I begin to sweat under my suit I check my phone and see a message from Ben. He sent me a smiley emoji and says, "You can do it kid! Don't embarrass yourself!" I put my phone up in annoyance. Long story short Ben signed me up for a blind date without telling me because he says I need to get back out into society since my last breakup. I don't blame him because honestly I have been a turtle hiding in my shell since I lost my "heart". As my mind begins to go down the rabbit hole of despair, the limo abruptly stops. The driver opens the door and before I can get out of the limo my heart stops.
Joaquin LeePublished 3 years ago in FilthyA good telling off
This a story that starts a very long way from those usually on the site but gets there in the end, I promise. It started with an activity I do a lot with my fiancé, blowing up zombies on her game system. Its something we had in common when we got together 4 years ago, both keen on shooting various beings with as much gore as possible.
ASHLEY SMITHPublished 3 years ago in FilthyA Glass of Love
“How’d it go with the mingle last night?” Naomi bustled in from the kitchen with a tray of freshly baked scones. “Was it a good crowd?”
Kim GoldenPublished 3 years ago in FilthyMile High
“…the seatbelt sign has now been switched off; you are free to walk around the cabin…” Macy undid her belt, shifting in her seat so she could get closer to her husband. “You know what I’d like to do right now?” she whispered directly into Sandy’s ear, keeping her voice soft and low to pull his attention from the Captain’s message.
Heather KinnanePublished 3 years ago in FilthyNever have I ever
Home sweet home "Thank you again for flying with us, it is currently a beautiful 75 degrees here in Columbus, Ohio. If you have checked baggage please collect them at terminal 9" A preppy flight attendant says over the loudspeaker. Tiffany stands up from her seat, and gives her limbs a good stretch before entering the aisle of the plane. " Thank you" she says to the awaiting flight crew as she exits the plane. Tiffany begins to make her way through the crowds as she fumbles through her purse in search of her cell phone. She retrieves it from the bottom of her purse and proceeds to dial her mother Theresa.
Vannesa J IshmaelPublished 3 years ago in FilthyPart Four of - I Accidentally Fell in Love With My Ex "Best Friend's" Ex-Boyfriend
Back again to write more in this series about how I accidentally fell in love with my "best friend's" ex-boyfriend. You may wonder why I have a picture of a bottle of whisky and a bottle of wine; well, all you need to know is whisky and wine is my kryptonite. If I mix these two things, it's a guaranteed blackout, and I mixed these two things this very night way back in April 2018.
Kayla Nicole 999Published 3 years ago in FilthyChapters
Tonight is the night, I got up the courage to tell him how I feel and now it is up to him to reply and tell me how he feels. Keen to know but super nervous to read what he has to say. I am just not sure what to expect, I think he feels the same, I mean... he feels the same.... oh man.. I hope he feels the same! Maybe I should go to sleep and when I wake up in the morning he would have answered me back... hhmmm this is so crazy, for one I am thinking about this way too much and two I am writing it down in my diary and talking to myself, out loud of all things. Ok, ok! Sleep it is! Get a good nights sleep and wake up to a reply and know once and for all how he feels, I mean how he really feels, no more second guessing, no more thinking too much about every word I say or every move I make.
Melina simpsonPublished 3 years ago in FilthyForgotten Pleasure
Katie giggled at the images on the screen: well-muscled men with massive cocks pounding the flesh of thin, young women. Katie found the poor acting and non-existent plot amusing, so she was surprised to find herself aroused by what she saw. This was the first time she’d looked through Chad’s adult collection. Unlike her friends, Katie didn’t begrudge her husband his porn. To say her libido had dropped after her children were born was an understatement. Chad had given up asking a long time ago; he needed an outlet.
Heather KinnanePublished 3 years ago in FilthyWanting
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and I know he’s entered the room. It takes every ounce of willpower to continue to nod and smile in a conversation I’ve suddenly lost track of.
Heather KinnanePublished 3 years ago in Filthy