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JACK OF DIAMONDS
Chap 3 -Pt 2 (WHILE PARTNERS WON AND PARTNERS LOST...) ii She could hear the door open and held her breath, trying to steady her breathing, anticipating his arrival, so unexpected as it was. Roger wasn’t trying to be quiet and she could sense him standing at the foot of the bed looking down at her. For a moment, she wondered what Artie was thinking, seeing the man she'd professed to hating earlier, watching her as she pretended to sleep. She peeked through half-closed eyelids, barely able to discern his figure in the soft moonlight spilling through the French doors; unable to see the small, clipped moustache and receding hair; watching him as he slowly removed his jacket and tie.
By ben woestenburg5 years ago in Filthy
Sex With A Stranger
Samantha remembered being pretty excited about this particular fantasy and it was one of her favourite sounding one’s but the ‘Sex with a stranger’ fantasy might be a difficult one to pull off. ‘How do I go about finding one that is not an axe murderer and yet is still a stranger to me’ she had thought. As luck would have it, one day when talking to her friend Tara, she had mentioned this particular scenario to her and Tara suddenly got very excited and proceeded to tell Samantha she had forgotten to mention something to her when they last met. As it turns out one of Tara’s work colleagues had seen them both out on one evening and the next day in work he had asked Tara who her friend was and proceeded to let her know that he thought her friend was extremely sexy and that the phrase ‘yes please’ was even used. Tara suggested that he could be the stranger she had been looking for, it would be perfect as Tara could be the go-between. Samantha of course asked to see pictures of him and discovered that he was rather hot himself so she instructed Tara to tell him the rules, no attachment, no dating, no flirting, no getting to know each other, just one night of unleashed passion and go their separate ways. Of course it goes without saying he agreed to all this and Samantha had passed on through Tara the day they would meet the time they would meet and the hotel in which she will be waiting for him, the only contact Samantha would have was when she would text him the room number she’d be waiting in 30 minutes before he was due to arrive. Everything was set up and in place and Samantha had given Tara the last message to give to her work colleague that everything was in place for that evening, she will be wearing something sexy and would leave the door to the hotel room unlatched, she will be waiting on the bed and did not want conversation she wanted him to enter the room and then enter her basically. As Samantha was getting ready that evening when Tara sent her a text explaining that her work colleague had understood and would be compliant and he would see her later that evening as planned. Samantha was tingling with excitement by now as it was almost time to leave, she put the last touches to our outfit and make up and headed for the door.
By David Woodhead5 years ago in Filthy
Forbidden Desire
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” The young woman behind the screen had a sweet voice, familiar somehow. “And how have you sinned, my child?” The Bishop was young for his post, newly appointed to such a high rank, and was proud of his position.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
The Woman in the Black Dress
I can't believe I am doing this. Why am I doing this? Here I am in this nice limo heading to an unknown location about to go on a blind date. I keep thinking to myself, "Can I tell the driver to pull over...Nope that would be rude of me" As I begin to sweat under my suit I check my phone and see a message from Ben. He sent me a smiley emoji and says, "You can do it kid! Don't embarrass yourself!" I put my phone up in annoyance. Long story short Ben signed me up for a blind date without telling me because he says I need to get back out into society since my last breakup. I don't blame him because honestly I have been a turtle hiding in my shell since I lost my "heart". As my mind begins to go down the rabbit hole of despair, the limo abruptly stops. The driver opens the door and before I can get out of the limo my heart stops.
By Joaquin Lee5 years ago in Filthy
The Glowing Purple Cock
Forest Ritual We see a wide-view, a misty forest, firs, cedars, spruce, large maple and black cottonwood trees. Our attention focuses on the silhouette of a grove of giant cedars, towering in the half-lit sky. We hear rustlings, gentle wind in the boughs, crickets, frogs and other early morning forest sounds. Our view narrows, passes between the dark trees like a slow flying bird, to reveal a silent lake. We pause at the shore. A trout jumps, the splash echoes, and rings of concentric circle widen from where the fish had been. We hear the eerie, haunting voice of a loon, quiet at first, then filling the air over the lake, as if some evil will soon occur. A great horned owl, flaps quickly by, startled from high branches. A bullfrog begins to boom, as if at our feet, increasing our sense of dread. The fog over the lake now appears ominous, moving slowly, in thick billows toward the shore. The camera turns, as if running back into the woods, following a deer trail along a narrow gurgling stream. We hear panting, as if the cameraman is terrified, trying to escape some horrible menace. We reach a clearing, where the cameraman stops, leaning on a thick maple tree to catch his breath. We hear him growing calmer. We still here the loon, far off, as background to the loud, gurgling stream. Our view widens to take in the entire clearing. We see lush ferns four to six feet high, bright green moss and orange plate-size mushrooms cling to fallen cedar trees. Suddenly, we hear a strong gust of wind toss the high cedar branches. Two crows start up an angry conversation, raucous accusing each other of some awful social blunder. The argument continues as we peek past a tangle of blackberry vines and milk thistles. The crows grow silent. We hear only a solitary wood thrush some distance away. Under a canopy of fir and cedar trees we see three female witches hooded in green, black and dark brown robes. The robes are open to the waist , revealing firm, pale white breasts. Each woman wears a red leather collar; silver chains dangle down between their breasts. The witches stand around a wide cedar stump, which rises chest-high from the mossy forest floor. The stump has is six feet wide or more, and has been polished to a smooth finish, lacquered in clear varnish. On this high-gloss surface two three-foot high red candle burn to the left and right. This is their altar. This is the place of sacrifice.
By Roscoe Forthright5 years ago in Filthy
