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Sole Survivor
Sole Survivor It was a chilly morning in the winter of 2020 when I was awoken by the sound of my letterbox rattling and the rustling of envelopes falling onto the laminated floor in the hallway. I looked at my bedside alarm clock which read 07.45am which was a little early for my usual postman and after pulling back my silken eiderdown and cotton sheets I shuffled my half-asleep obese body to the edge of the bed and slowly sat up with my feet on the floor and my rolls of belly fat rippling and rolling around under my heavy sagging breasts. I have been aware recently that I have found it difficult to stand up from a sitting position and my muscles and bones have ached more than usual. I was rather hoping that my recent sexual encounters would have helped me to lose a few pounds but because of my mental health issues associated with losing George and Covid19 blighting my life to the point of an enforced hospital stay my appetite went through the roof. I have never been a comfort eater before and I had a very healthy eating regime prior to all the difficulties recently encountered. A bowel movement every morning happened like clockwork but just recently I have felt bloated despite expelling anal gas at every opportunity whilst attempting to do my daily chores around the house which was unusual for me.
By Emily Spankfirst5 years ago in Filthy
Romancing the Wild
Natalie was running. She had no idea that she was running, but she did know this happened every time there was a full moon. She ran through the forest, taking in the scenery of dark trees, following every scent, and jumping streams and rivers. She ran for hours; she was tired, but her instincts told her not to stop. She covered 12 miles of forest, then suddenly she stopped behind a tree, feeling exhausted. She was just drifting off when she got a sudden overwhelming feeling that somebody was watching her. She could sense it, both in her mind and in her body. The feeling was overwhelming to a point where it woke her up, and she started running again, even though all she wanted to do was sleep. She used all her senses, checking every single nook and cranny of the forest, but she couldn't see anyone.
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Filthy
Taken But Not Forsaken
Taken But Not Forsaken It was another beautiful spring day in Little Bush as I ambled through the village with the warmth of the early morning sun beating down on the thin summer dress that barely covered my obese and rounded figure resulting in dribbles of perspiration trickling in between the gathered folds of ivory flesh tucked into my silky underwear. It has been so long since I have had one-to-one communication in public as the lockdown of my small village due to Covid19 has taken the lives of so many and caused such heartache in the community. Many friendships built up over the last seventy years have been taken from me and the social network that I once enjoyed can never be replaced by the new resident's association members. It is good to be alive for which I am eternally grateful to the NHS as they bought me back to life several times during a brief spell in hospital. I have now had both injections of the vaccine and look forward to many years of adventures as I continue to cope on my own following George's death.
By Emily Spankfirst5 years ago in Filthy
Triangles of Love
It was a really frustrating night, sat in Carmen's Bar with Leo and Tammy. Ruby could almost feel the heat radiating between her legs as she sat there. She was really confused by this feeling. She had dated both men and women, of whom she found very attractive, and she had even dated Leo on more than one occasion, thinking that she had fallen in love with him. But was she in love with him? That was a question that went through her mind more than once. She eyed Leo, then Tammy. Tammy was dressed in a very slinky red dress with a v-neck, showing her gorgeous breasts and delicate legs, complete with tiny red shoes that just let her dainty feet poke through. Ruby had always thought Tammy to be beautiful, but she felt like she never really noticed her until now. She felt that the women she had dated in the past had been some kind of experiment with her sexuality, and she had lost interest in them fast. They were gorgeous, but she couldn't connect with them on an emotional level. She tried to shrug the attraction to her friend off. 'we have been friends for years, and this has never happened.' She told herself quietly, still staring at her friend as she had never seen her before. Ruby needed an excuse to get out of there, this was getting far too much and the heat between them almost scorched her.
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Filthy
