MissyMarie
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I'm just a young woman struggling to find her voice and place in this world. How about we explore it together.
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Loving in the rain
Rain taps gently against the windows of my bedroom. I have them cracked open a couple of inches so that I can smell the sweet, crisp rain. It’s the end of summer, when the trees start to change and the days start to cool. I’m tucked in my warm, cozy bed, happily nuzzling into my pillow as I am beginning to slip into unconsciousness. Just as I feel my lids close, I hear the ding of my phone notification. I should just ignore it, I should just slip quietly back into oblivion, but for some reason, I don’t.
By MissyMarie 3 months ago in Filthy
A Night in Tyler's Arms
I pull into my driveway, shifting my car into park. I turn down the radio and turn off the ignition. I unbuckle my seatbelt; grab my purse and climb out of my car. I walk up my old front porch and the wood creaks. I pull open the screen door, fit my key into the lock and turn. Opening the door I step inside as the cool air envelops my body. I set my purse down on the mitten box in my hallway and hang my coat in the cluttered closet.
By MissyMarie 7 months ago in Filthy
The Things I'd Never Say. Content Warning.
The Things I’d Never Say By: H. M. Zike There are so many thoughts, a never ending stream of thoughts that I have, thoughts that I can’t say out loud. Thoughts that I can’t get rid of. Thoughts that repeat in my head like a never ending breaking news ribbon at the bottom of the television screen.
By MissyMarie 7 months ago in Poets
in his arms
In His arms His kisses taste like whiskey and cigarettes two things I’ve always hated the taste of, on his lips though it tastes like the nectar of the gods. I could never resist his kisses not even when I was mad at him. His kisses travel gently across my jaw and down my neck and onto my shoulder. He kisses his way further down to my stomach. He loves my stomach and its thrilling but so embarrassing, but the kisses he plants feel so good. I close my eyes and soak in the feeling of his skin on mine. His hands grab my waist and pull me closer to him. I arch my back wishing I could get closer still. He starts to travel down, and I can’t. I cover my eyes partially from embarrassment and partially because if I look in his eyes, I know that I will say fuck it all anyway and ask him to ravish me. He backs off and reassures me that its ok. I want him so bad though. I pull him back closely and rip off my hoodie. It doesn’t take long until my shirt is on the floor next to it, and he is kissing the skin across my shoulders again. He pops one of my breasts out of my bra and starts to suckle on it and I throw my head back in ecstasy. He’s so sweet and gently lapping, licking, sucking, and nibbling. Every time he takes a breath; cool air rakes across my wet nipple and sends a shock wave of pleasure through my body. I am so wet, and I want him so badly. I rip my bra off and throw it onto the floor as he switches to my other breast his hand kneading the one his mouth just left. I grind against him as he climbs on top of me. I can feel how hard he is pressed up against my leg and it takes everything I have not to flip him over and fuck him into oblivion. He takes his time torturing me slowly kissing his way over my entire body. Once he reaches my vagina he pauses, and I whimper with need. He chuckles at my desperation.
By MissyMarie 3 years ago in Filthy
Mike
I saw him the instant he walked into the bar. He looked good, it had been almost a year since I had seen him last. Mike: my ex- fling, he had been different than my other flings. Our relationship was more passionate, it was also more toxic. That was part of the appeal we were sinfully, lustfully, and entirely lost in each other. We would spend hours laying together singing, kissing, whispering sweet nothings.
By MissyMarie 4 years ago in Filthy
A Work of Art
Daniel Michaels is the most eligible bachelor in town. He is my Master, and I am his Little One. He’s tall and muscular with dark hair and brown eyes that promise so much sin. He’s rich and known for his extravagant over the top lifestyle. This man, this god chose me to be his date to the new gallery opening downtown. I double and triple check my outfit in the mirror by my front door and try not to let my anxiety convince me that I need more eyeliner on. The doorbell rings and I count to ten before I open the door. I try not to stare like a total moron when I open the door. He’s stunning in his formal black suit, just the sight of him makes my stomach drop slightly and my pussy throb.
By MissyMarie 4 years ago in Filthy
No More Panties
I chase after the school flirt, Michael; giggling running in between the stacks of books. Michael has long since been on my radar and I couldn’t turn down the offer of a quicky in the library with him. He’s earned his flirty reputation. He stands at about five foot seven with sandy blonde hair, dimples and green eyes that hold so many promises. The library smells of dust and paper it’s empty which isn’t a surprise seeing as it’s eleven at night on a Saturday. Michael dodges and weaves in between stacks of books.
By MissyMarie 4 years ago in Filthy
The Game
He sits and stares at the tv watching football. After the day I’ve had I want some attention. So, I hatch a plan. I walk into our bedroom and grab his lucky jersey out of the closet. After completely stripping down to my birthday suite I put on the jersey and walk out into the living room. He doesn’t notice me come in, so I step in front of the tv. He gets angry for a minute but then gets a look at me. I walk up to him and straddle his lap.
By MissyMarie 4 years ago in Filthy
