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Sexy Beach Encounter
His intoxicating voice echoes in the distance, stopping me in my tracks. The smell of cologne getting stronger as he comes slowly toward me. My mind and body intrigued by this mystery man. I stand in the sand trying to catch a glimpse as he walks by gracefully. Sneaking a peak, I see a 6 foot man in blue bathing suit shorts with a chiseled chest and light brown wavy hair singing to himself beautifully as he walks down the shoreline with no care in the world. Having been years since I saw such a gorgeous sight, my heart raced at the thought of him. Wishing I could somehow catch up to him and make some excuse to engage in conversation. Before I could even get the chance to find a way to get his attention, he gracefully entered into the water. Seeming to be alone, I had to think fast. Being on vacation for only a week, it could be my only chance to meet this man god. I decide to rid of all my inhibitions and get into the water. Wearing a cute bikini and sunglasses on my head I slowly swim towards him as if I was just casually taking a dip in the ocean.
By Sadie Colucci5 years ago in Filthy
My Experience With Paid Companionship.
When your 18th birthday arrives, so arrives the expectation of having it all together: a job, a car, college, and perhaps your own place, make up some of these things. Society doesn't prepare you for it. And the daydream of kissing 17 year old high school boys, behind the Dairy Queen, were suddenly over. I did not have a transition strategy, nor did I know how to form one. All I knew was, the fist full of insecurities and that tsunami of responsibility, were starting to stick to me like leeches: I knew no matter what I did, it would just be a wave of disappointment and frustration.
By Ali Ryerse5 years ago in Filthy
Gone the Tides of Earth
Atop of the mattress, the nurse peered back at me over the shoulder while I stood in the threshold. An ethereal vision exuding sensuality having already brought me down to those primal instincts where, from tantalization the rest turns necessity.
By James B. William R. Lawrence5 years ago in Filthy
The Little Green Bottle
At least The Little Green Bottle was an upscale place to be stood up. I was staring down into the glass of Merlot I’d been nursing for the better part of an hour. Yeah. Brian probably wasn’t showing up. There was a guy who peered through the front window of the wine bar about thirty minutes ago that I swore looked like Brian’s online photo. Maybe I just didn’t look like mine. Or, maybe, he’d scoped me out and decided that the bill would be too pricy to spend on a girl like me.
By Terra Babcock5 years ago in Filthy
Big Sexy Satan
Night one. This man has ample pizzazz I was skulking. My middle finger fingered the magic mouse down and slick past my sister’s kids, past the third attempt by my college buddies to reach me for their ungodly too-many-years reunion. And then there he was. There was no punctuation and the diagram spoke for itself. He had a “functioning Inner Moxie coil” and “Hustle emitters.” It was clear he “deflects funk” and has “distal panache shafts.” It was clear this man had it all. It was clear that, I did not. But could I buy him? I don’t buy things on impulse. I don’t fall for the click-bait. Then I closed my laptop, dejectedly.
By Frank D'Andrea5 years ago in Filthy
Just A Taste
Natalia's heart raced as she entered the restaurant. On a whim, she decided to agree to the ad. It'd been some time since she'd tried something exciting and she couldn't ignore the tingling yearning pulsating between her legs with the anticipation of it all as she'd browsed the darker side of Craig's List. Some of the depraved souls out there and what they sought out...those that agree. She supposed she belonged to them now.
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Filthy
