Mary Magenta

Joined January 2022

7 stories

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Writer and creator of the Homecoming series and Hotel series

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Homecoming • Part lV. Content Warning.
My relationship with Nathan was never serious. At least I thought so, but breaking up proved tougher than I thought. Knowing the whole town would be talking about it, I stayed in my room for days.
By Mary Magentaabout a year ago in Filthy
Ice . Content Warning.
It was a hot summer, the kind of heat that makes you sweat even in an air-conditioned room. Dee and I had been walking around barely wearing anything for days, and this was one of those days when we didn't even try to fight keeping our hands off each other.
By Mary Magenta2 years ago in Filthy
Hotel Meeting
It had been a few months since I started at the new job. Knew some people by name, others not so much. The person I definitely knew was Rob. He and I flirted back and forth from the moment we met, he was almost twice my age, wore a gold band around his left ring finger, and occasionally mentioned his children.
By Mary Magenta3 years ago in Filthy
Homecoming
Raspberry lime sorbet, my favourite vacation dessert. Dani and I spent endless hours at the ice cream shop trying new flavours and annoying the teenagers trying to have a date.
By Mary Magenta3 years ago in Filthy
Homecoming
It had been a long time since I slept in, and slept so well. Even with the blinds shut, I could tell it was a beautiful sunny day outside. Wasn’t an hour of me being awake before I made my way to the beach. Alone, to visit my old favourite spot. It was secluded, an occasional jogger would pass by, and sometimes only one more person would sit about 10 feet away from me, but mostly, I have the whole place to myself.
By Mary Magenta3 years ago in Filthy
In The Night
Awake... My eyes opened, it was very late, the room, tinged dark blue, felt like a dream. I thought I heard something whisper while I was sleeping.
By Mary Magenta3 years ago in Filthy
Hotel Reunion
He held the door open for me and I stepped into his hotel room. His clothes hanging in the closet and cologne bottle on the dresser made the place a little more his own. The door to the room closed and it hit me, I just stepped into his world. His hands held my hips from the back, he leaned into my ear and said, "kiss me".
By Mary Magenta3 years ago in Filthy