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The Appreciation
"Baby have I told you what you mean to me today?” She looked up at her man with unfamiliar eyes. With a smirk on her face and love in her heart, she said, "No baby. Tell me what I mean to you." As she kissed him on the back of his neck and started rubbing his shoulders.
By John Green8 years ago in Filthy
Love Shadows: Part 10 (The Ending)
Fifteen years ago.... Her Dad would've hated this. Everyone surrounding his casket, and even his fellow military buddies were in tears. He was a lighthearted, funny person, with the brightest smile she'd ever seen. He would've hated seeing how worked up everyone was over him dying. They should've been celebrating his legacy, not talking about how nothing would be the same without him.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
XXX Feminism
Right this second, 729 people are watching porn. Right as you read this. And that’s only counting PornHub, due to their generous supply of statistics, leaving out the hundreds of other popular pornography websites out there on the world wide web. In the modern day, where taboos are constantly being poked and prodded, that’s not much of a surprise—or necessarily a bad thing. But it is something about which we need to be responsible.
By Hannah Pat8 years ago in Filthy
The Dance
Annie tucked her red locks into a messy bun. He would be here soon. She was ready for him though; prepped, primed, and ready to go. Smirking, she let her bare feet guide her to the kitchen. Reaching for the wine, she heard a solid knock at her door. Excited eyes slid to the clock on the oven.
By Faith Ackerman8 years ago in Filthy
Waiting for the Rain
She dressed herself the way she knew he liked. High heeled boots of black leather. Gloves that came down to the wrist. Her collar— she could not be without that. She washed her hair, and dabbed at herself with Angel, and made her face up the way he enjoyed. Dark red lips, slightly-gothic eyeliner. It created the theatrical look her master demanded.
By James Missaglia8 years ago in Filthy
Love Shadows: Part 9
A warm and soft touch pulled Lena away from her deep slumber. Her vision was out of focus, but her body was on high alert as her visitor began to caress the tender flesh between her thighs. She grew wet instantly, allowing herself to indulge in the dream her subconscious surrounded her with. The lights were still off and the blinds covered a good portion of light, but her internal clock told her it was already morning in the real world. Still, she swam in the darkness of her room and felt her body come alive as Quinn's hands continued their quest.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
File Room Four
7 PM came as fast as it possibly could. It wasn’t uncommon for workers in one of Chicago’s up-and-coming law firms to stay two hours over. The firm recently acquired an older business, but was taking every case possible to dominate the market, and they paid people well to stay late. Most couldn’t get past 7 PM.
By Roman Gabrielo8 years ago in Filthy
