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How Scott Got His Promotion
Today was no ordinary day for Scott Jenkins. He worked for the same company for ten years and knew that soon he would be getting a promotion and moving up in the company. Today was the day that he wore his best suit and tie and wore his new classy shoes to impress the bosses. He worked in a manufacturing company and he was already a supervisor over his department and could hardly control his enthusiasm about this promotion that had been circulating around work for about a week now.
By Brandi Payne6 years ago in Filthy
Making Heads or tails
I admired his sense of adventure. He was enigma!. A strange amalgam of contradiction, romance, attitude and volatility packaged in delicious manhood. And when he would get that look in his eye, I knew he was about to suggest some crazy shit, and I was helpless to resist.
By Cixtian Trybe6 years ago in Filthy
Swinging
I had gone to a swinger’s party when it was greedy girls’ night. On these occasions, women got in free. I had dragged my fuck buddy Sarah along as she head never been to one. I had introduced her to Frank who owed the barn and ran the events. He had always had a soft spot for me so as we were talking, I could see the bulge in his trousers twitching. I loved to tease men. They all had that 1 stereotypical view of greedy girls in that we wore our hair in pig tails and dressed like Daisy Duke.
By Lucy Lilithian Brown6 years ago in Filthy
Now or never
She couldn’t help herself. Over come with pure passion. Following every primal instinct. Finally able to let go , making one of the most independent adult women decision of her life. Constance sends the text.... and one more to a different phone number.. Lighting candles and putting on her favorite perfume , a sense of perfect warmth & wonder comes over her whole body while admiring her shifting curves dancing to soft music in a well placed full length mirror, showing off the reflection, standing in front of silky bedding. Staring out the window not wanting to seem anxious, quickly drawing the curtains back closed. Hoping this would be the night, that thing , every woman’s favorite secret. Anticipation tickled her lap. Everything was to be magical. This was a moment that had been planned for months , almost a full year. The day started early, thinking she better have time to get a nap in later. You see, sleep would not be on the menu tonight. First stop local cafe. Decided to have tea instead of coffee. Fruit rather than scone. Catching a few flirty glances on purpose and sending some back with confidence. Still keeping it light. Yoga at that new joint , all the ladies say there is a movie star looking , young limber instructor that likes to get close. Not usually into that- kind of creepy... but today, she wanted to be touched. Just enough to get the blood boiling. Contance would enjoyed every pose.. Anyway , wanted to show off a new yoga fit, proud of all the effort she has been putting in towards better health. And shit, may as well of poured herself into that brightly colored perfectly snuggled outfit. Today...Everyone could get a little peak. Her favorite song plays entering the nail salon for full mannie and peddie. This was her day. Enjoying the foot massage and day dreaming of the night to come. A jolt of electricity and comfort overcome every sense of her being. She ask for a cold towel before exiting the massage chair. Patting her face and neck on the way out the nail salon. Back on solid ground, warm sun and a slight breeze blows over her freshly painted toes. Feeling the rythem in her thighs as she twist just right to her very own soundtrack towards her favorite sidewalk bistro. A salad and lite glass of white wine. Then a long slow walk threw a naughty store, for just the right things. Shame was off the table tonight. Arriving home , she would straighten up first, shaking off the gitters and then enjoy a long shower and an even longer bath.. Then gracelessly obliging herself with the nap promised. Visions of hot wet slippery lust filled her thoughts. The vividness of her dreams awoke her with passion. Home alone for the weekend. Determine to explore any and all fantasies. A total unhinged experience that would forever be her favorite dirty little scene to call on anytime she needed. This would be hers. Rage and fury take over as contance flips threw the envelope filled with pictures of all the women she never knew had been in her bed. All those day trips to were ever , with her girls... Paid in full by what she thought was the perfect one.. She’d done everything right. Built a satisfying career, Kept a beautiful home, and was planning to raise a wonderful family some day with the one she loved. How could this be? “Why me “ she thought. With each picture her anger grew. Yet not to destroy all the hard work done over the years in creating her dream life. Determined no one would benefit from all that molding. And this fool was going to ruin it all! Not excepting defeat a plan was devised. This would give her all the peace required to tolerate a life with a broken heart. Everything was set, nothing left to do but wait and prepare for the earth to move. Tonight is the night. Just then a text chimes. Excitement takes over. Too much to even reach for the phone. Breathing heavily, she reaches for the phone. Then suddenly she stops and thinks to herself “ I am in charge tonight!” Gathering herself for a moment before checking the text. Then reading, “Hey there , how was your day?” Wanting to quickly return the text with every honest word in her soul, “I have only imagine a night with you, crossings paths in crowded halls. Feeling the kind of tension that could break steel cords.” Threw testing the waters! Soul screaming ! “lets make our wildest dreams come true!“ Yet keeping a bit of mystery, writes back “not much, just having a me day. “ Thinking to herself , “and soon to be a very me night.” A response chimes in “ Sounds like the best day ever. Hopefully we can top that together.” Not feeling the games she was getting ready to play. Constance sends one more text to two numbers “ see you just after midnight, text when your outside I will leave the door open for you.”
By Mr. Furthermoore 6 years ago in Filthy
Camping Trip
Noah and Jules were six days into their camping trip and starting to get bored. They spent the last couple days hiking, canoeing on the lake and cooking their meals by fire. Though they both loved camping and the great outdoors, they were both getting flustered and needed something new to do.
By Jo. Schmidt6 years ago in Filthy
Gym Time
I have been using the local gym for the past six months, I am getting near fifty and a bit podgy. I thought it was time to do something about it. I would go there around 2am when I knew it was quiet. Petra had been there every time I was and over the months, we had gone from the greeting nod to 10 - 15 min chats. She was 20 something, 5'6" and absolutely gorgeous. I was amazed that she needed to use the gym she was perfect. She had thighs that could crush walnuts. After my work out and the usual chat I made my way to the showers only to find them out of order. I decided I'd shower when I got home so I packed up and headed for my car. Outside I saw Zara stood by her car scratching her head. Going over I saw that some little toe rag had stolen her wheels. She told me she had called the police and they said they would be there some time tomorrow. Being a gentleman, I offered to drop her home which she thanked me for as she accepted. On the drive to hers she became very touchy feely making little rubs of my arms and leg as we chatted. We finally got to her house and I was offered a coffee. I politely declined the offer as I wanted to get home and shower. She looked a bit put out and offered the use of hers whilst she made the coffee. I decided to accept and made my way inside with her. She showed me to the shower then left me to it slapping my arse on the way out. I thought it was strange but guessed she was just being friendly. There was no way she could fancy me I am old enough to be her father.
By Lucy Lilithian Brown6 years ago in Filthy
Two's company, three's...?
It was a cold winter's night. Helen and Adam had gone to a gig. Adam had booked a smart apartment in the city centre and they were looking forward to watching the band and then coming back to the flat and enjoying level of intimacy unfortunately rarely achieved. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and maybe it was the fact that they were able to together only once or twice a month but their ardour for each other hadn't diminished in the year or so they’d been seeing each other. It only took the slightest look from Helen and Adam would start to stiffen whilst Helen had only to look into Adam's eyes and her knickers would start to get wet.
By Adam Chant6 years ago in Filthy
Gay Bar
I was at the gay club which I am a regular at. Since it opened 3 years ago, I have been there every night. It is a great safe place to meet other me. I don’t hook up every time but most nights I go home with someone and it is never the same person. Anyway, this one night I was feeling particularly horny and was desperate to take someone home for some much needed relief. The music was pumping out through the sound system and the drinks were flowing nicely. I had spotted a “newbie” standing alone in the corner, sipping on a martini. I had noticed many other guys go over and talk to him, only to walk away a few minutes later. It was unlikely that anyone was going to score with him, but I still fancied my chances.
By Lucy Lilithian Brown6 years ago in Filthy
Lip Service
I had been at university for a few months and I was struggling to fit in. All the other girls were pretty, slim, athletic with loads of money. I am the plain Jane. My parents had sold their house and moved to a condo in order for me to get my education. My peers all drove road in Camaro’s and Mustang’s, I rode round on a push bike. It was all getting a bit much for me. I spent most of my time in the library, avoiding the rush of people going about their day. This is where I met Angelica. She was like me, plain and not very outgoing. We would nod whenever we saw each other but kept ourselves to ourselves.
By Lucy Lilithian Brown6 years ago in Filthy
