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Most recently published stories in Filthy.
Gentle, Sweet Love
Before I knew it, it was time for the kids to start school. The elementary school bus came for Seth about thirty minutes before Morgan's four-year-old kindergarten bus came, so after seeing Seth off, I returned home for fifteen minutes, then left again. I could tell that Morgan was just a little nervous on her first day. As she stood there in her new yellow dress with the matching bow in her hair, i could see the apprehension in her brown eyes.
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Filthy
Holiday Celebrations
We decided to take the kids to the fair that year. Seth could walk on his own, and I pushed Morgan in her stroller. We stood in the long line at the ticket booth while Seth excitedly jumped around and talked about all the rides he wanted to go on. "The roller coaster...the tilt and twirl...the swings...the bungee jump..."
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Filthy
Rushes
I first met Cheryl when she worked for an Advertising Agency. She was a young PA, I was a younger Assistant Editor, so that made her a client. We would brush into each other at screenings, industry award shows, occasionally in an editing suite during the post production of television commercials. There was no not noticing her. She was a tall woman. Very long legs obscured by the knee length skirt of her power business suit. Usually orange, coral, or sometimes full tilt red. Being a suit, that meant a blouse and jacket were part of the regalia. But even that never camouflaged the imposing and bountiful breasts she was packing under sturdy shoulders that needed no shoulder pads to enhance. A few upper blouse buttons left undone teased the serious cleavage she wanted to tease. Probably not to tease me, but a perk of doing a project with her agency.
By Pete Symes4 years ago in Filthy
A Valentine's Quest
It was Valentine's Day and Zack had one mission. He was going to get laid. He had rented out a room at the local classy hotel (Let's face it. His room was way too messy. He had spread the room in rose petals, there was champagne waiting on ice, and even a heart-shaped box of chocolates on the bed. One click from his phone and Barry Manilow was lending his low sexy tones to set the mode even more. He had even bought candles. Do you know how expensive those motherfuckers are?
By Karen LaRue4 years ago in Filthy
Getting Married
At last our wedding day arrived - the day my 'Daddy dom' and I would make it official. I was so excited as I put on my wedding gown and veil. "Wow, this is really it!" I said to myself. "Tomorrow at this time, I'll be Mrs. Maxim Igorovich Petrov!"
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Filthy










