Marie Ross
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Marie Ross is a new author just starting out, living in Washington.
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Weekend Worship
Ana rolled over sinking her face into the pillows trying to bury in farther as she slowly came awake feeling groggy and lethargic. As she opened her eyes it was to find that she was back in their bedroom on the second floor. Shifting in the bed she rolled around reaching out to find that the bed was empty. Sitting up Ana looked around the room blinking the last of the sleep from her eyes. It didn’t look like he had just gotten out of bed, reaching out again she felt the sheets and they were cool to the touch, so she climbed out of bed and gingerly walked to the bathroom.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
Weekend Worship
When Duncan woke up the next morning Ana was clinging to him like a vine, very carefully he pulled her off and got out of bed. He showered and dressed and left a note and a silk robe on the bed for when Ana woke up then headed down to fix a cup of coffee.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
Weekend Worship
Oh my god, the crazy thoughts in her head. Ana stormed into the house throwing her bag on the floor next to the table where she kept her keys. It had been one thing after another this week and she had done all she could to keep up and not go completely mad, and now with her dark red hair falling out from its pins and her make-up starting to cake from the oils in her skin all she wanted was a hot bath and a very large glass of wine, and she stopped dead in her tracks.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
Taken
Dara was sitting at her desk finishing up some work when all of the sudden a cloth was forced over her mouth and nose making the whole world go black. She came awake with a shriek as ice cold water was thrown on the front of her naked body. The blindfold over her eyes prevented her from seeing her surroundings. She tried to move only to find her wrist bound in metal shackles above her head lifting her high enough that her toes where barely touching the cold concrete floor. She screamed again when ice cold water was thrown on her back. What was going on, where was she. She couldn’t think straight.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
At The Beach
Dara was lounged out on the beach. Her wide brimmed hat shading her face and eyes, but the bikini she wore left little to the imagination. Stan watched her from the shade of the patio cover, sipping his wine. She was breath taking to him, he couldn’t understand why she couldn’t see it, but he guessed it was just the female mind. Setting his glass aside he went to the outside bar to get a glass of ice before joining her in the sun. when he reached her, he took a piece of ice, placing it at the hallow of her throat. Kissing her lips as it slid down the center of her body. Keeping his lips on hers he took a handful of ice and palmed it on her bikini clad pussy loving her gasp against his mouth. Next, he slid the ice up to slip the cubes between her skin and the suit, working them through her hot folds sliding them into her core to melt as he fingered her clit. Still feasting on her mouth Stan fucked two fingers deep, playing with the ice as he continued to thumb her clit. Nibbling his way across her jaw Stan worked his way down to where her throat met her shoulder, biting down hard as he sent her over that blissful edge.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
Night Out
Stan was holding a leash that was attached to the collar around Dara’s throat as they walked into the building. It was a brownstone in the middle of a high-end residential area, but inside it looked like a manor home from the Victorian era, with a gothic feel to it. They where greeted in the foray by an older woman dressed in an elegant evening gown that showcased her breasts and had slits in the skirt running up to her hipbones revealing toned thighs.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
Working From Home
Dara stood in front of the mirror, turning from side to side staring at the new baby doll nightgown, wondering what he would think of it. The dark green silk was sheer, casting shadows that showed off the outline of the swell of her breasts, and hips. And the black lace accents gave it just the right touch of elegance. They hadn’t had a lot of time together lately, with both their work schedules being so crazy, and she was feeling very needy. Though she wanted the surprise to be about him too. Stan’s business was highly successful, and he worked extremely hard to keep it that way, sometimes it even seemed like he took on the stress of everyone under him. Would he like it? She wondered, or would he still have too much work to do? She fluffed up her hair with a huffing sigh, why did she make herself so crazy? And goodness knows she probably drove him nuts, but she couldn’t seem to stop. Right now, she wanted to be petted and spanked. She wanted to be fucked hard, and made to cum over and over, but she also just wanted to curl up and be held and cuddled doing absolutely nothing. Time to stop over thinking things, and go find her Daddy, and see what he wanted.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
In The Snow
Drew sat in the limo waiting for Abby to come out, scrolling through the pictures she had sent him over the last few months. After that first night they had started seeing each other regularly for the months she was home on summer break, and when she went back to school in the fall, they had continued through phone calls and the computer. And of course, the text messages with teasing pictures. The bratty pictures of her tits with her pinching her nipples, the one of her spreading her ass cheeks to show him the plug she had worn to class that day. Then there were the videos, ones of her finger fucking her pussy showing him her dripping fingers or of her using a dildo or vibrator making herself moan and scream so sweetly. But the timing of when she sent them, usually in the middle of a meeting with a client or the board of his company. Her brattyness had kept him hard, and they always made their phone calls that much dirtier. Then there were the handful of weekends he had traveled to spend time with her, two days of just them locked in the hotel room. And now they had three days together in a snowy cabin, she was home for Christmas break, but her father wasn’t, So Drew was taking her on a little trip. Smiling at what he had planned he put his phone away when the door opened.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
After The Party
Drew sat slumped in his leather wingback chair staring into the roaring fire. His dress shirt was open halfway down his chest, and a glass of scotch in one hand. The only other light was the green glow from the tiffany lamp on his desk. Watching the dancing flames, he thought back on the evening’s events.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
In The Cottage
Carrie stood on the front steps watching her husband’s coach drive away. Smiling as it made its way down the lane through the twin pillars of brick. When it drove out of sight, she picked up her skirts and ran for the old barn, holding onto the hat pinned in her hair. Stopping outside the large open doors she took ten deep breaths calming herself before entering. Walking straight down the aisle to the tack room, and there he was. She stood in the doorway and watched him sitting there with his back to the door, he was soaping reins today. She watched as he slowly pulled the length of leather through the rag in his hand, and her belly clinched in need.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
