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Three-Pete
Pete and I decided to have an afternoon date at his place. He has his own business and works at home so he could just work in the morning and take a half day off. We would have the whole afternoon for play time. I reminded him that he lived by my favorite pizza joint so I offered to pick up a pizza on the way over. I hopped in my Jetta, cranked up some tunes, lit a cigarette and headed to Pete's.
By Juliet Adelaide5 years ago in Filthy
Mine For The Day
Jeremiah sent me a text around ten o’clock the previous night to ask if I would like to join him the next morning to smoke weed and chill. We had already facilitated good vibes between us previously, so I said yes. What was the worst that could happen?
By Akiah Thomas5 years ago in Filthy
Friends Helping Friends, Part 6
About 3 PM Saturday, Amanda came to my barracks and asked the messenger to come get me. I was already dressed on standby in preparation for her to come by. The way it works in the Navy, at least back then, and on that base, is only males are allowed in male barracks and only females in female barracks. No coed barracks in Great Lakes that I knew of anyway.
By Anthony DeDionisio5 years ago in Filthy
Friends Helping Friends, Part 5
When I woke up Saturday morning, I was a little displaced. At first, I thought I was at home and was trying to make out the lighting coming through the window like the one at home, from before I even joined the Navy. After a few seconds, I figured out where I was and who I was with.
By Anthony DeDionisio5 years ago in Filthy
Friends Helping Friends, Part 4
I woke up Sunday morning and waited until I heard some movement in the house. I always hate to be the first one up and about. I just laid there and thought about what was happening and told myself this was just a temporary relationship I was in, and I could not let my feelings for Amanda get out of hand. But I think I was also fantasizing about her leaving her long-time boyfriend for someone she had only known for a few weeks. Reality sucks, but at least I did have some time with her.
By Anthony DeDionisio5 years ago in Filthy
Friends Helping Friends, Part 3
Saturday, I finally woke up from another dream about Amanda and just laid there and thought about things. It was about 8:15. I assumed everyone else was sleeping in so I turned on the TV and just watched it for a while. Eventually I heard the stairs coming down creaking and turned to see Hank walking down.
By Anthony DeDionisio5 years ago in Filthy
Friends Helping Friends, Part 2
After we got back to the base on Saturday morning, we parted ways and did not speak again until Monday or Tuesday. I spent the rest of the weekend hanging out with a roommate, just chilling. I did not tell anyone since she had a boyfriend, and she was already involved in some drama with a female classmate of hers.
By Anthony DeDionisio5 years ago in Filthy
Losing my Virginity
It begins at work. I showed up for my first shift and she was there. I noticed her short thin but still curvy stature. She seemed to have this glow about her that I’ve never noticed within anyone before. Then my boss drops the greatest news on me that I’ve gotten in the longest time. She will be training me. Fireworks sounded throughout my head.
By lil citrus5 years ago in Filthy
The Scent of Jasmin
Saturday night had come and gone as it had for the last nine months. The same crowd. Same old men. The same bad jokes and even worse tips. But that's what she liked about this place. She lived here in this small town for almost a year trying to forget about her past to forget about “Jasmine”. Her shift was winding down and she began to clean the bar before she shut her down for the night, the same routine, wipe the tables, sweep the floor, stock the bar and close the till. She began to let her mind wander and she closed the gate and locked the bolt on the door. “Jasmine?” the voice startled her out of her memories and she spun on her heels fearing someone had found her this far south. Standing before her was the most cliche man she had ever laid eyes on. “Tall dark and handsome, oh please get over yourself” she mused before the weight of what he had said struck her again. “Jasmine?” He asked again almost pleading. “I’m sorry, you must have the wrong person, my names Meghan” she blurted out, the instinct to hide from her past so strong it was the only thing she could say without turning and running. The light of a passing car fell across his face illuminating the most striking eyes, bluer than she had seen in years, so blue oceans wept in envy. “Oh, my mistake. You look like someone I used to know. Sorry to bother you” her gave her a once over and gave a little smirk before he turned to walk away. It was just her luck the light of another car shown on his head, dark full hair. It was almost to much she wanted to reach out and run her fingers through it and she held his face between her thighs. “What the fuck are you thinking” she berarted herself as she watched him go. “Sober for a year and the sight of one sexy stud is gonna knock you off the wagon!!” She was angry and herself and she turned and walked swiftly to her car, she has a new life her, a new job, and one that doesn’t tempt her to sin! She had lived that life, lived it since she was 14 and she had sworn to the gods that she wouldn’t go back. The drive home was short and easy, only a 5 minute drive from the bar. It was time for a bath, that man had shaken her more than she had realized. As the bath filled she added a few drops of her favorite oils, rose and jasmine. She had been soaking in the tub for about 10 minutes when her mind began to wander, she thought a thought that had come to her many times as she relaxed back, "this tub is to fucking small!" But that was the last cohesive thought she had before her mind slipped back into memories.
By Jacob Tucker5 years ago in Filthy
