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Follow Me to the Woods
AIRPORT: WELCOME BACK I unbuckled my seatbelt and waited till the stewardess got up and opened the airplane door. I stepped into the aisle and got my backpack and laptop case out of the overhead compartment. I checked my seat for anything I might have left and when all i saw was a butt print and a pillow I walked out waving politely back to the flight attendants thanking me for flying on the airlines. Code for thanks for my pay-check.
By Ashley Alexander5 years ago in Filthy
After Moon
“After Moon” “There has to be another way!” Cousin held tight to Shama as she kicked and clawed to reach me. “Luna!! We can find another way! We’ll figure it out!”
By Jalil Muhammad5 years ago in Filthy
The Silk Scarf
I come into the room and you’re sitting, naked, on the edge of the bed, just about ready for a bath. You’ve pulled your hair out of its habitual ponytail and it’s laying over your shoulders. I can see one tendril curling softly over your breast. You’re so beautiful my breath catches as I look at you. You hear the noise I make and look at me standing in the doorway and you smile. Tucking your hair behind your ear you hold out a hand to me.
By J. Langer5 years ago in Filthy
On Call Stud
“I need to get laid,” I moaned into the phone. “That’s easy enough. We’ll find someone, thousands of guys want to fuck Eve Brooks,” my best friend Dane said.
By Asrai Devin5 years ago in Filthy
The Northern Wars
FAEN, AEN Autumn, 1E72 There was a light mist in the air as cool autumn rain sprinkled down on the elvish town of Faen. The sun was setting beyond the Aryan Forest that comprised their nation of Aenor, sinking on the horizon of the Aerbonean Ocean off the coast of Legion some hundreds of leagues away to the west. Sendarin guided his boat back to shore as the evening closed in upon him. He would tie it off at one of the posts that served as the town's makeshift dock so that the tide didn't carry it out to sea, rowing his ways towards the elvish longboats that lined Faen's shore. He breathed a sigh of relief as he reached the beach and took his boat to rest with its fellows after a long and peaceful day of fishing.
By Kelson Hayes5 years ago in Filthy
The Next Day
Oh sweet daddy of morning wood. It’s a perfectly natural occurrence for men that feels so amazing. It’s also been quite some time since I’ve experienced it pressed into my back. At some point in the night, Alex and I apparently switched positions. He has one arm draped over my side, his hand pressed against my chest. I’m using his other arm as a pillow. I don’t think I’ve ever been more comfortable.
By Jay Villin5 years ago in Filthy
ADVENTURES IN THE COURT OF THE GOBLIN KING
Her heart knocked loudly in her chest and she trembled with trepidation as she approached the door to her master’s bed chamber. There was always an extra layer to the thrill when she was summoned this way; she hadn’t seen him since he had used her that morning, the King was often full of vitality in the morning! She’d eaten some late breakfast and gone to her own chamber for a nap and upon awakening had discovered the piece of paper with her instructions:
By Julia Brennan 5 years ago in Filthy
The Sexual Repression Hypothesis
Author's preface: I will admit this one is going to be a tough call for the censors..oops...I mean moderators to judge. On the one hand it is full of graphic material, on the other hand it really isn't all that graphic. More importantly, it is intended and I believe does make a very salient point which is that the "theory" espoused by Umair Haque in the linked article is absurd and ridiculous just like my made up "sexual repression hypothesis" in this article. The fact that it can be made to sound so appealing and so sensical is a tribute to the ease with which words that play into our preconceived prejudices and biases lull us into agreement with them even when they are outrageous, unjustified, and just plain stupid. Umair is a master at that game. That is why he is so popular. Playing into people's prejudices, biases, and fears is a sure fire winner when it comes to popularity contests. Intellectually challenging satirical rebuttals of such material are massive losers in those contests which is why I continue to linger in obscurity while Umair enjoys massive online readership. But you know what, Frack him. I don't play the fear and prejudice game and I never will, but I will call out those who do, every single time I get a chance.
By Everyday Junglist5 years ago in Filthy
Half Way
TODAY “Would’ve been a beautiful mid spring day otherwise.” CHAPTER 1: RUN His ears are ringing and his vision is just a little bit blurry. His head doesn't hurt, but he feels pressure. For a moment he imagines a balloon being filled with too much air. He’s out of breath, but not from all the running, as most people would be in his current situation. It’s the coughing, sneezing, and runny nose brought on by the heavy pollen in the air and his allergy to it. “Should have taken my pill,” he says to himself with a wheeze. Through the fear, chaos, and adrenaline, the idea makes him laugh. But only for half a second.
By Mig Lopez5 years ago in Filthy
Hottest Summer Bods 2021 Pt. 2
Hey there people. We hope your summer is filled with beautiful sunshine and that it isn't too hot out there for your tastes. The first Hottest Summer Bods, 2021 issue dropped a few days back and we are excited to continue this series which began last year in the midst of an awful global pandemic. This year we are stepping into a new direction but still celebrating some of the most amazing women alive. This series will mostly include athletes but a rapper, model, actress or someone from another profession will be inserted from time to time. Enjoy!
By Winners Only5 years ago in Filthy
Rorie's Locket
“Rorie’s Locket” by Stan L. Prager I noticed Rorie limping again because I was watching her step around the scattered stones and rotting trunks at the banks of the little stream. I wasn’t looking for her feet or her limp but rather for snakes. She was terrified of snakes but still she rarely watched her feet when she was down here with the filter pump, crouched at the edge of the water. I also liked to watch her ass. Rorie had a fine ass. It was dark and cool here, out of the sun, and I watched Rorie’s ass while she used steady, rhythmic strokes on the pump until we had two liters of reasonably safe drinking water.
By Stan Prager5 years ago in Filthy
Tyrone Part 1:
Another day at the gym as Tyrone does body lifting quietly near the dedicated area. Club members passively crosses past Tyrone until one particular woman in her early 30s, a married mom of 3 looks to do deadlifting near him.
By Kyle Smith5 years ago in Filthy