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Adventures in Domination and Blackmail
Adventures in Domination and Blackmail The meeting was set for 10:00 a.m. tomorrow. His house, usual scenario. He would drive to his house. The door to an empty garage bay would be open. Once inside the garage, he closes the door. A set of instructions would be on the whiteboard against the entry wall. Supposedly arriving this way keeps the neighbors from prying. Highly doubtful, everyone in the neighborhood knows he is a predator. He preys on men of a certain age.
By Derick Sinclar4 years ago in Filthy
Bad Idea
As I drift off to sleep, you carefully slide into your bed behind me, setting your hand on my hip. Your touch wakes me immediately, though the alcohol still coursing through me drags me down a drowsy road. I place my hand on yours, but you draw it away, trailing it over my ass to rest it on my thigh, giving it a squeeze.
By Mari C. Rohweder4 years ago in Filthy
The woman that changed my perspective on seduction forever.
I was about 20 at the time. I was single for a year at that time and I was hungry for some girly action, a friend of mine took me to a strip club but I wasn't interested. I was on a chatline one night and a girl got a hold of me.
By Rodney McGill4 years ago in Filthy
Every Man's Dream
Every Man's Dream by: Dennis R. Humphreys Sometimes when a man is sitting somewhere...it could be a bar, a restaurant, in the dentist office...anywhere, and he sees a woman walk through the same door he came through earlier, he sees a good lay, a friend, his future wife, or just another woman he'll see this one time and never again. Funny things is, and most women will deny this, they do the same thing when they see a man walk through the door. It seems to have become part of an age old evolutionary process we can't deny even though special interest groups, politicians and religious leaders attempt to wash it out of our minds.
By Dennis Humphreys4 years ago in Filthy
T H E I N U N D A T E D
I've forever had difficulty switching off. As long as I can remember my brain has been in overdrive. The thoughts would compound and breed into an uncontrollable life force of their own. I would lay awake at night and be overwhelmed with waves of ideas, my mind would dive down then reemerge only to dive once more. This would repeat endlessly until I had no other option but to interrupt the pattern by focusing on the lyrics of a song or by reading a novel. One of the many benefits of reading is that if you're truly concentrating on the words then it's impossible to think of anything else. If you are solely immersed in the text, then the fictional world will devour your actual world.
By John Benedict Ryan4 years ago in Filthy
The Lexcapades
There was something about my physics professor, Dr. Luka Montgomery, that just made my panties cling in all the right places. So today I opted out of wearing any. The thing about him that made my body heat and all my girly parts tingle went beyond his looks, though.
By Shanese Hicks4 years ago in Filthy
Tasha
Another Friday slinging boxes at the warehouse. We had a lot of orders to pick and get out before UPS showed up at the end of the day. Usually nothing provoked more anxiety in Ricky and I than to see one of the sales staff in the warehouse late Friday. Often that meant they had just made a sale and would demand getting a new order out quickly to impress their new sales prey. No sales person in the place struck me as more predatory than Tasha. She was a sleek five foot six, slender torsoed blond with a luscious rounded bottom. Whether in jeans or a flowing dress her bottom was tops. She had short curly blond bobbed hair that could only be described as fluffy. Often it fluttered about her face obscuring her right eye while her other eye would slyly size you up. To me she was the personification of the idiom of the times. Foxy.
By Pete Symes4 years ago in Filthy
