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Weekend Worship
Ana rolled over sinking her face into the pillows trying to bury in farther as she slowly came awake feeling groggy and lethargic. As she opened her eyes it was to find that she was back in their bedroom on the second floor. Shifting in the bed she rolled around reaching out to find that the bed was empty. Sitting up Ana looked around the room blinking the last of the sleep from her eyes. It didn’t look like he had just gotten out of bed, reaching out again she felt the sheets and they were cool to the touch, so she climbed out of bed and gingerly walked to the bathroom.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
Weekend Worship
When Duncan woke up the next morning Ana was clinging to him like a vine, very carefully he pulled her off and got out of bed. He showered and dressed and left a note and a silk robe on the bed for when Ana woke up then headed down to fix a cup of coffee.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
Divorced Women Have More Fun
Steph balanced a box of chocolates and a bouquet as she waited on Loni's front porch. The door opened, revealing Loni holding a wine glass. "Good afternoon?" Loni's eyes widened as she checked her watch. 1:30 PM, at least it was afternoon.
By Asrai Devin4 years ago in Filthy
'Whore'
My voice had been so slurred on the phone he'd known immediately what I'd done. 'I'm coming home.' He'd said. I thought he'd sounded pissed off, but then I hadn't been in much of a state to tell. He'd been away for just over a week, and I'd been doing ok, but then last night a few of us went out on the town and I'd bumped into an old acquaintance at a club. One thing had led to another, and before I knew it we'd ditched the others and were whoring our way towards a sizeable pile of drugs.
By Danny Darke4 years ago in Filthy
Weekend Worship
Oh my god, the crazy thoughts in her head. Ana stormed into the house throwing her bag on the floor next to the table where she kept her keys. It had been one thing after another this week and she had done all she could to keep up and not go completely mad, and now with her dark red hair falling out from its pins and her make-up starting to cake from the oils in her skin all she wanted was a hot bath and a very large glass of wine, and she stopped dead in her tracks.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
Taken
Dara was sitting at her desk finishing up some work when all of the sudden a cloth was forced over her mouth and nose making the whole world go black. She came awake with a shriek as ice cold water was thrown on the front of her naked body. The blindfold over her eyes prevented her from seeing her surroundings. She tried to move only to find her wrist bound in metal shackles above her head lifting her high enough that her toes where barely touching the cold concrete floor. She screamed again when ice cold water was thrown on her back. What was going on, where was she. She couldn’t think straight.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
At The Beach
Dara was lounged out on the beach. Her wide brimmed hat shading her face and eyes, but the bikini she wore left little to the imagination. Stan watched her from the shade of the patio cover, sipping his wine. She was breath taking to him, he couldn’t understand why she couldn’t see it, but he guessed it was just the female mind. Setting his glass aside he went to the outside bar to get a glass of ice before joining her in the sun. when he reached her, he took a piece of ice, placing it at the hallow of her throat. Kissing her lips as it slid down the center of her body. Keeping his lips on hers he took a handful of ice and palmed it on her bikini clad pussy loving her gasp against his mouth. Next, he slid the ice up to slip the cubes between her skin and the suit, working them through her hot folds sliding them into her core to melt as he fingered her clit. Still feasting on her mouth Stan fucked two fingers deep, playing with the ice as he continued to thumb her clit. Nibbling his way across her jaw Stan worked his way down to where her throat met her shoulder, biting down hard as he sent her over that blissful edge.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
Forbidden Love
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By Jamey O'Donnell4 years ago in Filthy
Night Out
Stan was holding a leash that was attached to the collar around Dara’s throat as they walked into the building. It was a brownstone in the middle of a high-end residential area, but inside it looked like a manor home from the Victorian era, with a gothic feel to it. They where greeted in the foray by an older woman dressed in an elegant evening gown that showcased her breasts and had slits in the skirt running up to her hipbones revealing toned thighs.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
