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Dark Guest
One night, as she lay on her bed, she woke up with a gasp for breath, she noticed an eerie feeling, but rather than fear it she contemplated it, and savoured it, like a taste that you can't decide weather or not you like or dislike. The random event started to repeat itself; she'd wake up with a strange feeling of someone watching her, and gradually fall back into sleep, a feeling that went from monthly, to weekly, to daily in a short space of time.
By Sheara Kerry8 years ago in Filthy
Loner's Retreat: Santana & Jonas, Part 3
SANTANA "If we end up chopped up behind a dumpster, I'm blaming you," Dylan Lopez, her newest friend claimed as they stood in front of La Rosa, a popular bar in the city of Pablo San Lucas, Mexico. Santana figured it was a bad idea coming out here at night, but she'd have a better chance at finding something about her Daniel here, according to the information she gathered from her sources. She'd made the excuse of trying to find Daniel for an old case she was working on for another client and here they were. She would've dragged Jonas out here instead, but since he was against her mission to find her childhood friend for some reason, she didn't think of inviting him.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Dick Hickey
It’s not often that Holly and I had lunch free at the same time. We were always too busy during the day. It was infinitely easier to see each other during the day than at night, when I always had to have “meetings” scheduled or some other nonsense emergency. And that was only when she could get away from her boyfriend for a “girl’s night.” For us, “under the cover of darkness” was always the biggest risk.
By Jeff Dunegan8 years ago in Filthy
Just Ask
Most women have experienced the fumbling, callous, bruising touch of an inexperienced man. It is often apparent long before any clothes come off: the tongue thrust down an unsuspecting throat, the grip of fingers on a tender waist, words that are growled right out of a porno script regardless of the earlier ordinary conversation. If a woman likes a guy enough, they might tolerate it in the hope of training the guy later. Otherwise, no one is leaving that situation happy.Yet, from everything that I have seen or heard from my long-time single male friends, they never mean to hurt or discomfort their partners. If anything, they desperately want to please their potential partner—if only just so that they can keep seeing that person.Despite that desire, men often mangle their first physical interaction wit. I don't think it is just a matter of getting carried away in their desire to be satisfied. Instead, I think that these men have a very confused idea of what is expected of them in a physical relationship.
By Haybitch Abersnatchy8 years ago in Filthy
Wainya Syndicate
Something inside her stirs a deadly storm. Already powerful among all she controls, her calling call is written in blood. Who fears such a woman? I’ll tell you. Other killers. She is not like any other. Each kill has been precise and beautiful. Her name is Wainya. She runs a new kind of Syndicate. Of course, it’s not your run-of-the-mill Asian organization. No, no. No, Wainya changed the script. What she did was give others something to fear other than themselves, being the monster that did not only kill with a contract but with own personal motivation. If another stood in her way of changing the dark world of killers, Wainya put an end to them or him or her. Her vision is clear. Wainya wants to be the elite organization not for the personal power but for the security, needing the respect and resources of all other organized killers to protect her and her own. Like all people, she had something to fear, it being far more frightening than knowing Wainya will spill your blood. Let’s not talk about such things. In this world, there is more than just blood. Wainya had a hunger for the flesh in another way. It did not matter who you were; if she wanted you, you bend to her. Aside from being a pentacle of nightmares, Wainya’s beauty is striking. Only the killers she employed under her knew her true appearance. Wigs, contacts, and clothing hid her identity from the world. It kept her safe.
By Jessica Montgomery8 years ago in Filthy
Naked Outdoor Photography Part 6
This is the latest in my occasional series of stories about the naked outdoor photography I have been involved with on and off for 20 years. After writing last time about the tricks to minimize the risks, I thought I would write about some of the riskier ones and more difficult ones.
By ASHLEY SMITH8 years ago in Filthy
