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The clanking of chains brought Alainia back to reality. She had been daydreaming of her home, a land of lush vegetation and beautiful skies. Here, smoke from the forge choked out the sun, and the trees were nothing more than barren logs. She tripped over the chains around her feet, bumping into the elven girl in front of her. “Ashtalo.” she said, apologizing in her native tongue. The orcs had ambushed them while out gathering food and supplies, slaying the guardians and capturing the rest of them. Gathering parties were mostly women and children, plus two trained guardians. Alainia had already been separated from the rest of her party, forced into another group of elves who would be sold at the market today. They were prodded forward, and told to step up onto the stage in front of them.
By BeautifulBlade5 years ago in Filthy
A Fantasy Fulfilled
Vanya was alone. Alone and afraid, not knowing where she was. Wait, no, she knew where she was. She was at home, if she remembered correctly. But her wrists were tied to the bedposts and she couldn’t move her legs. What was going on?
By BeautifulBlade5 years ago in Filthy
Dear Diary
This diary is the property of Jessica. 10/23 Dear diary, I am 23 years old today , and still I have not found a guy to have sex with, I will be a virgin forever at this rate. My friend Jane lost her virginity just last night while we were at the movies of all places. I guess that is why she wore the short skirt with no panties on underneath it. I think I want an older married man to take me first, they would respect me afterwards and treat me right I think. They would take their time and make it an experience that I would remember forever. Instead of three minutes in a dusty movie house with a boy who she will never see again.
By DS5 years ago in Filthy
The year Santa Came Twice
This is a story based on a Christmas card I gave my spouse. (Words from the card are in italics.) Twas the night before Christmas as I lie on the couch, snuggled under my blanket waiting for Santa to arrive. As my eyes slowly began to drift closed, I was startled by a creek in the floorboards. I opened my eyes to see Santa filling my stocking. With coal no doubt. I had been a rather naughty girl this year but I had been waiting for him this night to prove how good I could be.
By D.Von Parker5 years ago in Filthy
The Wife's Present
My wife of twenty years sure can think out of the box when it comes to solving problems. I would like to tell you my story. My name is Allen and I am forty years old and me and the wife have been on different schedules for close to two years now. I work second shift and she works overnight or third shift. We get maybe an hour in the morning if we are lucky, then we have to figure in my wife's mood as she has an on going illness that affects her system so most days she does not feel like having sex. Plus I only have Sundays off.
By DS5 years ago in Filthy
The object of my affection
I have Calvin, Lloyd and Brad.... Calvin is her father. Lloyd is the one I'm deeply in love with, while Brad is in love with me. I don't know and I just don't understand what happen for them to be apart of my life. Every day I wish they would all just leave my life in a matter of seconds. I feel that I need Calvin for the support as a real father. I need Lloyd because if he was to leave I would never find love again and I'll also be a cold-heartless motherfucker in this world. And as for Brad well, he holds me level. He makes me realize that I'm alive through the hurt and pain I've been through. Every night I fight myself to sleep thinking that I need all three of them, then I scream to myself "Fuck them bitches" and swallow that I'm not a women in the 60's. I'm hurt because Calvin made me this way. I'm bothered because Lloyd doesn't love me this way and at the same time dismayed at the fact that Brad does.
By Dawntavia Louis5 years ago in Filthy
L.F.L Part. 3
That Monday was Labor Day, and Michelle and Phillip had planned to spend the holiday with Eric and Jeffery and their wives. The three couples had all agreed to a cook-out at Phillip’s. Phillip had considered himself to be the master griller and wanted the opportunity to show off for Michelle. Michelle was a pretty good cook herself; she had learned her way around the kitchen from her mother. Since the cookout was to be potluck, she was making her famous macaroni and cheese, her killer baked beans and her “man-slayer” German Chocolate cake. Denise (Eric’s wife) was making the potato salad and Nicole (Jeff’s wife) was bringing collard greens. Eric’s job was bartender and Jeffrey would be assisting Phillip with the grill duties.
By Grey Xander5 years ago in Filthy
Alice "Yes Daddy"
Finals have come to an end. My first term in collage finished. I felt so overwhelmed with cramming all my general credits into one term. I somehow managed though. I guess Daddy's "motivational visits" helped.
By Jean Bright5 years ago in Filthy
I Would Destroy This World for You - Chapter 5
{{This is going to be a long one. But what a ride!! ENJOY!!}} Anthony sat in the huge office, his eyes taking in everything within the dark wooden laminated room. It was dark and expensively gaudy. He was dressed in a pair of black jeans and a white button down shirt, a black leather vest opened over that, his hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. Reese sat beside him, dressed in all black, pants, long sleeve t-shirt and boots. His mouth and nose was covered by a black neoprene ski mask that was embellished with crimson flames, the mask going down to cover his neck. His dark eyes cold as he sat staring ahead. They had been waiting for close to five minutes and Anthony was getting antsy.
By Wakane Ebonheart5 years ago in Filthy
Hired
During the interview, he noticed the deep, dark brown of her hair. How well it blended with her olive-tan skin. The depth of darkness in her eyes. He found her instantly attractive, even more than her picture had revealed. He'd become accustomed to meeting women who'd sent him pictures only to be disappointed. This case was exactly the opposite. She was at once more beautiful, more engaging than he'd hoped.
By A.5 years ago in Filthy
Long Haul space freighter
Officers log for Charlie R Mills date 06.14.2045 , we have made our refueling stop at midway station and are on course to the moons of Sirus. Should be smooth sailing from here on out, my ship mate for this tour is at least better looking than the dragon they gave me last time. Her name is Rhonda and she has short blonde hair with a slender form and breasts that are a wonder she fits into a spacewalk suit at all. We only have one stop left and I have set the auto pilot to take us there and dock us so the hard part is done. It will be a zero G unload this time and should go smoothly. We traded the last of our whiskey for some real food at midway so I am heading to cook me and Rhonda some great dinners.
By DS5 years ago in Filthy
Fantasy Elements
A fantasy doesnt always have to be achievable. Like A fantasy about werewolves and vampires. A fantasy is just that. Not always do what we fantasize about what we want to become a reality. They are just that, a fantasy to take us out of our heads and into a realm of desires.
By Midnight Shay5 years ago in Filthy