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Slow Poison - Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven Stonehouse, December 15th The temperature was well below zero. No cards had been sent. The Sun and the rest had broadcast the news plainly enough in their two inch type. Even so, Becky was surprised to see so many people at the graveside; notebooks and Nikons prying into private grief, forming an outer ring of strangers who had no place there. There were mates in camphor scented suits and neighbours wives in fifties hats. The freezing wind from the canal cast a spell of silence over the mourners. They conversed in muffled whispers.
By David Philip Ireland5 years ago in Filthy
You Should Have A NSFW Twitter
A year on Not Safe For Work Twitter. Following sex workers, erotica writers, personal alt accounts, and so many more. It's been liberating, exciting, and altogether worth it! You're gonna want to get an account for your sexy self.
By Your Textual Boyfriend5 years ago in Filthy
Joni and Roddy
Walking the distance from work to The Radicals & Victualles was the last way she could gather her thoughts. This pub seems to be their place, but not a sentimental place that other couple’s have. It’s not the place they first kissed, or where he first asked her to be his girlfriend. It’s the pub opposite the green in Islington that collects wannabe indies and stuck-up young Londoners like dust mites. It’s the place they always ‘talk things through’ after one of their tiffs.
By Bex Thackery5 years ago in Filthy
5 Things Women Won’t Tell You About Cunnilingus (But You Need to Know)
Cunnilingus, the technical term for performing oral sex on a woman, can be incredibly intimate. To be good at it, you need to be an excellent reader of her body, her breathing, her movements, and what she might be telling you with words (or without it).
By Peeping_Soul5 years ago in Filthy
Roscoe Talks About Human Females
Mostly, when I masturbate I think about their beautiful faces, and how delicious the girl's fannies are. Soft or firm, those lovely curves which can only be feminine. I think about how their fannies feel in my hands as I squeeze and caress. I move my hands over and around their inner thighs, and up across the smooth landscape of their asses. I often pause, in awe and admiration of their moist vaginal lips. I dip my fingers inside those lips. Four pairs of vaginal lips. Each pair as unique as a fingerprint.
By Roscoe Forthright5 years ago in Filthy
The Night
You were at a family cookout about to leave (it was 11pm) you were standing next to your truck talking with a family member saying goodbye and a black mustang convertible with the top down rides by slowly. Our eyes meet but I continue on my way. Two nights later you were at a restaurant with some friends and I was there sitting at the bar alone having a few drinks. You got up to approach me but you see some random guy come sit next to me so u st back down. I smiled at him and we began to talk. I turned in my chair to face him and I noticed you looking at me. I smiled at you and you smiled back. The guy was still talking but my eyes were locked on you. After about 10 mins of us staring at each other the guy got mad started cursing and stood up getting very hostile. I just smiled never taking my eyes off of you. So the guy leaves. You get up and come over. “I guess this seat is no longer taken” you said with a smile. “I guess no” I replied. You take a good look at me from head to toe. I’m wearing a black dress, long with a split up the side to my thigh, blue heels, a blue belt around my waist. My hair up in a scarf (Badu style). You introduced yourself and so did I. We shook hands. You touch was gentle but firm. “I saw you the other night, you were driving alone” you said. “I have a hard time sleeping so I like to take a drive sometimes” I said. So the conversation went on through the night, we laughed had a great time. The people you were sitting with were long gone. The kitchen staff was about to leave. “I guess it’s time to go. Can I walk you to your car?”you asked. “I’d like that “I replied. We get outside and the conversation continued but instead of going to my car we walked to a bench that was on the other side of the parking lot and sat down. We were having so much fun enjoying each other’s company we lost track of time. Then suddenly you got quiet. “I have been fighting the urge to do something” you said as you got closer to me.”So have I and I don’t think we should fight it any longer” I replied. You touched my chin slowly moving towards me we closed our eyes and we kissed. The kiss felt like forever. It was tempestuous, thrilling, fiery and profound. We stopped opened our eyes and just stared at each other. “The sun is coming up “ you whispered. “What! Oh shit I gotta go!” I jumped up. Beginning to walk away. “Wait!” You said grabbing my hand. “Can I see you again, a number, email, Instagram something ?”you said. “I’ll find you” I said and with that I was gone. You stood there dumb founded and confused. Thinking to yourself what the hell just happened.
By Tabra Mobley5 years ago in Filthy
Glitterfuck
When I first set my eyes on Quentin I knew three things for certain: The first was that he had very little experience of dressing up as a woman. This was quite obvious as he had entered the pub with a group of rowdy lads, all of who were clad in some form of fancy dress. Obviously, this young man was the only one in his group who had the balls to be daring; either that or he was expressing a hidden desire. He was dressed like a cheap whore in a blonde wig and there was nowhere on his body that wasn’t covered in a thick layer of shimmering holographic glitter
By Stace Oddity5 years ago in Filthy
The Man who will Surely Break my Heart
I arrive home to find that my house is in less than acceptable shape to have a guest over. I glide around the house, frantically collecting laundry, toys and items out of place in my stride. I have a five year old son, who Ryan has met before. He's always so easygoing and natural with my boy, Parker, too.
By Madeline Tetzner5 years ago in Filthy
