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Best of IN TENSIONS
Stepping out into the street, crimson stained dress dripping with Zander's blood still hanging off my shoulders. Ripped tattered and torn from escaping the clutches of his possessive grip. No air left in my lungs from screaming, my voice left my body. No words could come forth from my throat. It was dry. My mind raced a mile a minute. My mascara was dried to my face. I would have thought with the river of tears and snot that had flowed from my eyes and sinuses that I would be drowning in my own bodily fluids.
By Aj. Thomas3 years ago in Filthy
An Evening on the Boat
AN EVENING ON THE BOAT The cool breeze coming off of the river was refreshing as Andrea sat on the deck drinking her glass of wine and watching the boats cruise up and down the river. Her thirty-four-foot boat was moored to one of the docks not far away. The West End Boat Club was one of, if not her favorite place to spend time, other than on her boat. She sat back in the deck chair with her legs propped up on an empty chair in front of her, allowing her dress to softly fall between her slightly open legs. The sun was dipping down in front of her as she sipped her wine.
By Shawn David Kelley3 years ago in Filthy
Sam and Her Daughters
Halloween Delight It was a cooler day than normal in later October as Sam and her daughter Stephanie were decorating for Halloween. They loved Halloween, they lived for it. But most of all, it was the autumn equinox they cherished because it signified birth and rebirth, sexuality at the max. This year they were attending a neighborhood Equinox party and it promised to be the event of the year, at least for the mother and daughter duo.
By Shawn David Kelley3 years ago in Filthy
Halloween Delight
Halloween Delight It was a cooler day than normal in later October as Samantha (Sam for short) and her daughter Stephanie were decorating for Halloween. They loved Halloween, they lived for it. But most of all, it was the autumn equinox they cherished because it signified birth and rebirth, sexuality at the max. This year they were attending a neighborhood Equinox party and it promised to be the event of the year, at least for the mother and daughter duo.
By Shawn David Kelley3 years ago in Filthy
Rubbing Rob
If you haven't read Rubbing Rob, part 1, you should for some context Rubbing Robert, part 2 It was the following Friday afternoon following Rob and David’s rediscovery of sex with one another. The entire time their wives had been away on a girls’ weekend shopping at the outlets, Rob and David acknowledged their feelings for one another and even though they still loved their wives, they also enjoyed having sex together. They made a pact to involve no one else of the same sex but women would be fine. The two texted throughout the day with Rob sending David porn pictures. He increasingly sent pictures of guys getting their asses fucked or a guy having his face covered in cum. David received them and commented but withheld his feelings and thoughts for the most part.
By Shawn David Kelley3 years ago in Filthy
Rubbing Rob
Rubbing Robert The week had been brutally hot and work was a grindstone. Still, David was looking forward to three o’clock and he clocked out for the weekend. His wife was going away for the weekend with a few of her cousins to shop at outlet malls four hours away. That left him alone at the house to play video games, watch movies or just do nothing. By the time he got home, he was exhausted. It was a week from hell. He thought about stopping to grab a case of Guinness but thought better of it. Drinking alone was said to be a bad sign.
By Shawn David Kelley3 years ago in Filthy
Party Night
Party Night The party had not begun yet as Bryan and Amber knocked on the door. The New Year’s Eve party invitation had said the party would start at 6 p.m. but as usual, they were late, twenty minutes late to be exact. It didn't matter since they seldom arrived when the party was set to begin. Most of those that were already there were older family members or next-door neighbors anyway.
By Shawn David Kelley3 years ago in Filthy
The Key Party
The Key Party Dani stood talking with one of her new neighbors, Jim, and his wife Susanne as she sipped at her wine cooler. Soft rock music was playing but not loud enough that you couldn’t hear the person next to you. It had been Susanne that, had originally invited her to the party after a lengthy discussion concerning the neighborhood. Out of the twenty couples, she noticed that only three couples were from the neighborhood.
By Shawn David Kelley3 years ago in Filthy
Meeting Lilith
Meeting Lilith I lay in bed listening while the darkness enveloped everything around me. For years, I had periods between asleep and awake, when I was unable to move. The doctors called it Sleep Paralysis. When I told them that I often awoke in a cold sweat screaming, fighting something that wasn’t in my room, felt confused, and as if I was not alone in my room, they called it night terrors. I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and placed on antipsychotics.
By Shawn David Kelley3 years ago in Filthy
Love Loss
She lost herself, deep in thought. An image flashed and she was brought back, back to a time when not long ago his hand was tight around her throat.
By K.M. Jackson3 years ago in Filthy
FWB
"You up?" The notification reads as it appears on the top of my phone screen. I look at it and smile. It's him, I've been waiting to see his name on my phone all day. I knew what this was between us but everything about this man sent an ache to my pussy, his voice alone exudes dominance and I couldn't help but fantasize about the way his presence would have me weak in the knees before he even touched me. I wanted all of him, his love, his support, his trust, and security not just for his sex but everything he embodies.
By Kem3 years ago in Filthy
An Empty Room Of Pain.
I lay on my side, my head is resting atop the crest of my numb right shoulder, my arm would hang in the air but I am holding, in my fingers, the chain that fastens my neck to the door. I wrap the slack around my wrist, and then release. In stochastic patterns I bind and release my wrist over and over again, the futility of the act rivaled only by its mundanity. I watch the room. There is nothing in the room — no furniture, no tchotchkes, not even a window — only a layer of recently disturbed dust all over the floor. Emptiness has a flavour though, it's not the same as sterility. You can sense the essence of sterility in some rooms, even when you cannot see it. A room where no evidence of life or madness can be located any longer, one that to a synesthist would visually taste of rubbing alcohol, one that may even be full of the kind of perfectly generic decor that betrays no emotion nor reality, like a shop floor. A sterile room does not appeal to me, but an empty room has soul. Something was removed from here, I can tell from the patterns of discoloration on the flooring. Someone once cared about making this space beautiful, I can tell from the rectangular indentations beauty left on the walls.
By Ancilla L3 years ago in Filthy