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Chicago Bob Lady
Chicago Bob Lady, she’s one of a kind. You’re scared to approach her because of her stern facial expression. She’s unbothered and looks angry to you but she seems to be having a great day. She’s finishing the smooth smoke of a cigarette. You follow her to her next destination. A feeling of creep but you must know her name. You need an excuse to start a conversation. You check your pockets to see if you have a light, she clearly is a smoker. The Chicago Bob Lady is what you’ll call her. She hits the the right corner street, as she walks into a bar. You’re right behind her, 1 foot at a time, already practicing being cool. Left foot , right foot, real slick, I like that. Open the door of the business. Once you walk in you notice something strange.... Well where the hell did she go? You just seen her so what happened? You look left, hey ! Look right, hey ! Bartender where is the Bob Lady ?! The bartender looks to her right. You do as well, and as you do, coming out the bathroom, you see.. Oh here she is. Walking towards you... In this moment nothing else matters. Notice every detail of her strut. Long legs on her, Chicago Bob Lady, a lady that brings sexual tension like electrical storms. She walks by an every man goes out their way to take a look. Even woman taking the time to take a pause at the beauty. Now the attention is on you as she is making her way to your path, what should you do, cat got ya tounge. She pops a cigarette in her mouth as she asks if you have a light. Nervous so nervous you hand her a light. As she says.... What the fuck am I supposed to do with this light bulb?
By KrisMarshall5 years ago in Filthy
I Met A Vampire
It had been a long day at work and Caeden decided it was worth going out with friends. He had been working hard and it had paid off. He managed to get that raise he'd been working toward and he was just a retiree, from leaving in two months, away from a promotion. Life could get better but he didn't want to push his luck. He was already starting to feel uncomfortable with the fact that things were, for once going his way. It was almost scary but he wasn't going to let the fact that the other shoe hadn't dropped yet stop him from having a good time! Everyone at the office was happy for him so a few of his friends pitched in and invited him out to celebrate!
By Chandra R Brown5 years ago in Filthy
How I Got Out
I bet you’re like here’s another battered woman telling her story of leaving an alcoholic, pill popper or unemployed “mommas boy”. No see this is about how Prince Charming became my drug and the dealer. He was the source of my mental pain but yet my emotional and sexual healer. This was the first time I felt the saying “Everything that glitters ain’t gold baby”. Because for the first time I seen how someone so perfect, gentle and loving could really be a wolf in sheep skin.
By Healing in the Hood 5 years ago in Filthy
Breaking A Vow
Let's be honest, waiting for marriage in today's day and age is almost unheard of. Because let’s be honest, we have all been teenagers, or we have all had that weak moment. And the fear of being vulnerable with the wrong person can terrify people. I know it terrified me. Unlike most people I had made the decision at fifteen years old to wait until marriage. And I had done a pretty good job up until 21. It was not until I met my current boyfriend that I broke that promise. I had held out with him of course, because I had never really had any sort of intimate interactions with other men, other than a make out session. So, when he decided to make moves, I was terrified, not of him but of me, my body. I am sure we have all been there with our body, we are not the most confident we think we are not good enough, etc. I was no different. But of course, things progressed, I almost felt scared to say stop or not to keep going, but of course I feared rejection, I feared of what he would think if I said no. But I did it, when we were about to, you know, I said no that I was not ready, and of course I was terrified of his response. But he surprised me, he was kind and asked what was wrong, and I told him of course that I had made a vow with God to wait until marriage. He told me that he thought it was nice that I wanted to do that, and I could set the pace. And we could do whatever I felt comfortable with.
By Yoselin Vicente Pelico5 years ago in Filthy
Neck of the woods
Another young man, possibly a local whose spotted us and cleansed himself recently for the enjoyment of more saliva on skin, kneels on the grounded sleeping bag in front of you with his dick dangling warm and rising under your lips, the tested male scent you inhale, peeling back some skin, beginning to overcome the excitement of the erection lunging at your body with cozy warm oral juice, rounding the lips all the way to his balls, sensing the electrification of your nipples, you begin to enter the cleansing cycle of double penetration as I rub into you from behind.
By Storm Wett5 years ago in Filthy
Shelter on wet hilltop
I've never been with someone my age. Looking you in the face as we stand inside an empty shack I pull you towards me with one hand going down your bum panties so we get to know each other a lot more. Down over the curvature, towards the moist warmth.
By Storm Wett5 years ago in Filthy
Three-Pete
Pete and I decided to have an afternoon date at his place. He has his own business and works at home so he could just work in the morning and take a half day off. We would have the whole afternoon for play time. I reminded him that he lived by my favorite pizza joint so I offered to pick up a pizza on the way over. I hopped in my Jetta, cranked up some tunes, lit a cigarette and headed to Pete's.
By Juliet Adelaide5 years ago in Filthy
The Ballad of Aberdeen
Life comes in splatters and backstroked patterns against the grain. It’s an unseen Jackson Pollock made using the kind of ink that makes canvas rise. You can only see it in cryptic cuneiforms, by running your hand against it’s blind surface and feeling purely it’s beauty rumble beneath your fingers. My thoughts are reserved in blackness, my actions independent from the latter. I’m cryptic now, so cryptic now. Speaking against the wind into the distance. The Distance, he is my friend. He is vacancy brighter illuminated by the fluorescent no to his side. I don’t belong in his company, for he is just pure Distance, an idea that holds my past. I digress. Through the window I reflect.
By Matt Martin-Hall5 years ago in Filthy
