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The Jamaica Trip
This was going to be the vacation of the decade. Samantha aka Sam planned the trip for her birthday. The tickets and outfits were bought for Jamaica. This was a much-needed girls trip. Everyone had a different reason for why they needed this trip. Sam wanted a sexual experience something different she could add to her list. Julissa was married and had her first child 2 years ago. She was looking forward to some relaxation away from her family. Jessica was into ladies now more than men. Simone was divorced and wanted to get away from the hustle of the city for the weekend. Sam and Simone are sisters and Julissa and Jessica are sisters. The sisters arrived in Montego Bay at 3 PM Friday for a weekend trip. At the check-in, you could see Sam’s eyes wandering around the lobby checking out the staff. She wanted her sexual experience to be with a Jamaican man not a tourist like her. She did not see anyone that turned her on. Sam had a look to her and to the right man he would desire to have her sexually. She had a beautiful cocoa bean complexion with thick curly hair. Big breast a nice round ass. Sam was a siren. She was also a manipulator. She knew how the streets operated and she moved accordingly. Put it like this Sam was the go-to person to get things done. The plug. She played by her owns rules and love to have fun. She was excited to be around and you were going to have a good time.
By Fatimah White4 years ago in Filthy
A Cozy Night.
Chicago, IL. Penthouse. Luke sat down on his white couch his feet resting on the ottoman in front of him. He was staring out the windows of his penthouse. The sun was nearly gone, and it was raining, blanketing the city. The past two days had been rough. Stalking his target. Watching all the depraved things he did before he got the signal to terminate took its toll. He sighed. Almost killed the guy for free…Almost... He thought. Finally killing him was a relief and put his mind at ease. Some people don’t deserve to live… “I think this will be the kind a night to just chill and watch tv.” He said to the empty room. He pressed a switch on the table next to him and his 65” tv lowered from the ceiling. He grabbed his remote turning on the tv as a buzzer from the kitchen went off. “Right on time.” He clicked the streaming service then went to the kitchen. He returned with a big bowl of spaghetti. He moaned as the first bite of homemade spaghetti entered his mouth. Freshly made tomato sauce… Homemade noodles…fresh bratwursts sliced…a little bit of parmesan and crushed red peppers…this is what I’m talking about… He thought. Cooking was a bit of a stress relief for him. He heard the lock to the front door click and the hiss of the door opening. He watched the hall to see who would come in. Not that he was too worried, there was a knife and gun with arms reach, plus few knew who he was or where he lived. Jill walked in carrying a few bags sitting them on the counter. “Oh. My. God!” She said standing over the pot of spaghetti breathing in the aroma. “I love when you make spaghetti.” Jill was a friend of his that was staying with him till her place was fixed. She was average height, about 5’6. Long red hair, green eyes, milky white skin, and freckles. “I bought some freshly made cookies from the lady up the street.” She said pulling them from the bag and setting them on the counter. “Oh nice…what kind?” Luke asked. She smiled knowing his favorite. “Chocolate chip of course.” He smiled. “Good girl.” He said winking. “What are you doing?” She asked. He gestured to the tv. “About to watch a movie.” “What movie?” She asked finishing putting up the items she bought. He got back up walking into the kitchen. “I was thinking checking out that new alien thriller with that Chinese female actress.” He said opening the fridge. s She spun on him. “The Collectors?! I didn’t realize it was out yet. Wait for me. I want to change out of this suit.” She said grabbing his arm. “Ok, I’ll wait. You want something to eat as well.” He said grabbing a cold water. “Yes please.” He grabbed another bowl down. She leaned in kissing him on the cheek. “Thank you.” Then bounced out of the room removing clothes as she went.
By LEE PECK4 years ago in Filthy
A Night To Remember
11:00 AM: Jasmine was rushing out of her house. She was running late as usual for a Saturday brunch with her friends. She made it to the restaurant in 20 minutes. She parked her car; as she was walking to the restaurant, she was texting on her phone. She hears someone saying something. The voice was solid and deep. Jasmine looks up from her phone and sees this handsome face. They made eye contact with one another. Did you say something? Jasmine asked. I said, let me put my number in your phone. He slides Jasmine's phone out of her hand. What are you doing? she laughed. I want you to keep in touch; you are beautiful. I want to get to know you. She tried to say stop! She didn’t say anything. She watched as he typed his name and number into her phone and saved it. Call me he said as he handed Jasmine back her phone. She looked at the screen, and he saved his name as Clarke Stevens. Well, Mr. Clarke Stevens. I’m running late for brunch. I have to go. What is your name? He asked. Jasmine, she replied. I will be expecting your call, Jasmine. He said with this look of confidence on his face. Please don’t disappoint me. He said as he began to walk away. Jasmine stood there for a second, and at that moment, she thought to herself that it was intense. I’m going to call him.
By Fatimah White4 years ago in Filthy
Wasted Tears & Tiny Soldiers
Staring deeply into her pale blue eyes, reflecting my own icy mirrors of contempt. Part of me wishing her dead, the rest of me lacking the strength and initiative to force the dream to become reality. Imagining the sweet, moist heaven between her legs, in stark contrast to her cold, festering heart.
By Scott Kessman4 years ago in Filthy
The Vacation
It has been two days since Mike left for a 2-week vacation. Mike and Fabiola have face chatted a few times, making her desire to be held by him more intense. Do you miss me, Mike? Asks Fabiola. I will let you know when I am back. Fabiola wanted to see if he had missed her as much as she had missed him. She has been busy hanging out with her best friend Samantha, texting, and going out on dates. When she did speak to Mike, she would tell him about the dates she had gone on.
By Fatimah White4 years ago in Filthy
RHU Chronicles Vol. IV
He watched with sexual desire; his loins burning with want. She sat just two tables away from him in the DFAC. It had gotten back to him that she would be there. The way the syrup dripped from her full lips made him rethink the time she took his breath away with her kiss. He was sick to his stomach when he learned her days as a holdover at the company was coming to an end. She was being sent to RHU, the return home unit. Her caramel, brown skin was flawless and, even in ACUs, her breasts full and perky. He knew she knew he was watching her. She and her friends then turned to him, going into a riot of giggles, as if to confirm the already known. However, it was not just her laughter he heard…it was her moans that rang louder in his ears.
By Alyssa Vaughn4 years ago in Filthy
Holy Head
Holy. Holy. The word repeated in my mind. I had never had this kind of experience before. I had never given a man head and thought that it was Holy, and yet that is how I felt here in this moment. That’s what I had always been missing, I realized. But this man was a safe harbor.
By Jennifer Lancaster @jenergy174 years ago in Filthy
Flanno v2
We both like it when you get back from work. Sometimes I wait to get you worked up; teasing you while cooking dinner with light touches, curling up beside you on the couch while we watch movies and purposefully brushing against you while twining myself against you, and other times I don't; sending you dirty texts while I wait, straddling you naked while you're playing COD, or coming up behind you in the kitchen and wrapping my arms around you tell you exactly how I want you to fuck me.
By Serena4 years ago in Filthy
Birthday - FFM
I’d chosen this hotel specifically because of the furniture, one piece in particular at that. Sturdy and covered in velvet of the darkest emerald, the wingback chair was a stark contrast to the rest of the suite which was neutral.
By Serena4 years ago in Filthy
Rules of Engagement
The trail of discarded clothes and candlelight met him at the door. The wooden paneled floor reflected in the dim lights, he rested his brief case down by the coat stand and slid himself out of his Gucci loafers. He opened his mouth to call her name, but there was no need. He knew where she was.
By K Michelle4 years ago in Filthy
Redefining Love
As she took off her dress and walked over to her next client sitting naked on the futon, she caught a glance of his body and the lines of time etched deeply upon his skin. This man was old, really old, and his hunched bony physique spoke to her of a life of many wounds.
By Vanessa Beauchamp 4 years ago in Filthy
...And a Slutty New Year
New Year’s Eve, the biggest party of the year, and as a group of the closest people I don’t know cheer in the apartment of some stranger’s living room, I’m in a walk-in closet getting fucked stupid on the floor.
By Samantha Willows4 years ago in Filthy