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What Never Was
Chapter 3 The next day Veren and Megan had plans to go to Six Flags, the amusement park. What Veren didn’t know was that Nick was also going to be there with Marko and Holly. Veren picked Megan up from her parents and drove off to get to the park. Veren had a season pass which allowed him to bring one guest for free.
By Kol Mikaelson6 years ago in Filthy
Sex Tips: Your Partner's Needs
Gossiping among all forms of women, everyone hears the same complaint. "My husband doesn't do what I like," or "My wife insists we do something to spice up the bedroom," and the beat goes on. Men and women complain that they don't do enough to liven up the bedroom.
By Heather Wilkins6 years ago in Filthy
Afterparty
I had been invited to a party at a friend of a friend’s house. The homeowner was a petite blonde with naturally large boobs. I had fancied her for a while, but she was out of my league. She hung out with all the beautiful people. Myself, well I’m a ginger bombshell, well bombsite more like. I had a fuller figure, some people might even call it fat, but as I was tall, it didn’t look that bad. Anyway, back to the party. I was wearing a cat suit, a nice flowy material to hide the bits I was ashamed of. I had my hair up in a deliberately messy bun. My mum had said I looked nice, but I felt uncomfortable. The house was huge. So many doorways leading off to who know where. The DJ in the corner of the main room was playing some bangers and there were lots of people dancing. The kitchen as always, was a hub of activity. There were people laughing, drinking, playing games and generally the kind of atmosphere you expected at a house party. I had lost my friends shortly after arriving and was on the search for them. The place was so crowded, it was feasible that as I entered one room, they were leaving it and I would never know.
By Lucy Lilithian Brown6 years ago in Filthy
Gym Time
I have been using the local gym for the past six months, I am getting near fifty and a bit podgy. I thought it was time to do something about it. I would go there around 2am when I knew it was quiet. Petra had been there every time I was and over the months, we had gone from the greeting nod to 10 - 15 min chats. She was 20 something, 5'6" and absolutely gorgeous. I was amazed that she needed to use the gym she was perfect. She had thighs that could crush walnuts. After my work out and the usual chat I made my way to the showers only to find them out of order. I decided I'd shower when I got home so I packed up and headed for my car. Outside I saw Zara stood by her car scratching her head. Going over I saw that some little toe rag had stolen her wheels. She told me she had called the police and they said they would be there some time tomorrow. Being a gentleman, I offered to drop her home which she thanked me for as she accepted. On the drive to hers she became very touchy feely making little rubs of my arms and leg as we chatted. We finally got to her house and I was offered a coffee. I politely declined the offer as I wanted to get home and shower. She looked a bit put out and offered the use of hers whilst she made the coffee. I decided to accept and made my way inside with her. She showed me to the shower then left me to it slapping my arse on the way out. I thought it was strange but guessed she was just being friendly. There was no way she could fancy me I am old enough to be her father.
By Lucy Lilithian Brown6 years ago in Filthy
Two's company, three's...?
It was a cold winter's night. Helen and Adam had gone to a gig. Adam had booked a smart apartment in the city centre and they were looking forward to watching the band and then coming back to the flat and enjoying level of intimacy unfortunately rarely achieved. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and maybe it was the fact that they were able to together only once or twice a month but their ardour for each other hadn't diminished in the year or so they’d been seeing each other. It only took the slightest look from Helen and Adam would start to stiffen whilst Helen had only to look into Adam's eyes and her knickers would start to get wet.
By Adam Chant6 years ago in Filthy
Gay Bar
I was at the gay club which I am a regular at. Since it opened 3 years ago, I have been there every night. It is a great safe place to meet other me. I don’t hook up every time but most nights I go home with someone and it is never the same person. Anyway, this one night I was feeling particularly horny and was desperate to take someone home for some much needed relief. The music was pumping out through the sound system and the drinks were flowing nicely. I had spotted a “newbie” standing alone in the corner, sipping on a martini. I had noticed many other guys go over and talk to him, only to walk away a few minutes later. It was unlikely that anyone was going to score with him, but I still fancied my chances.
By Lucy Lilithian Brown6 years ago in Filthy
What Never Was
Chapter 2 It had been a week and one day since school started. It was after school Friday at soccer when Nick noticed Veren once again watching him from the bleachers. The coach was with him this time. Marko poked fun at him for being gay and a weak fag. Honestly he could probably kick Marko’s ass. Nick couldn’t stop staring at him. He was wearing white khaki shorts with a blue and black short sleeved button up over a black shirt.
By Kol Mikaelson6 years ago in Filthy
How We Live a Successful Female-Led Relationship
I live a female-led relationship (FLR) with my husband. This means we have a marriage where we have agreed that I have the authority; I am the head of the household. The final decisions are mine and my leadership extends to every aspect of our marriage. Note, I say we have agreed. I may be the boss, but this was a joint decision.
By Alexa Martinez6 years ago in Filthy
Lip Service
I had been at university for a few months and I was struggling to fit in. All the other girls were pretty, slim, athletic with loads of money. I am the plain Jane. My parents had sold their house and moved to a condo in order for me to get my education. My peers all drove road in Camaro’s and Mustang’s, I rode round on a push bike. It was all getting a bit much for me. I spent most of my time in the library, avoiding the rush of people going about their day. This is where I met Angelica. She was like me, plain and not very outgoing. We would nod whenever we saw each other but kept ourselves to ourselves.
By Lucy Lilithian Brown6 years ago in Filthy
