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Misty's Wet Panties
Misty is your old fashioned kind of gal who is very conservative and naïve to most things that are modern and considered the norm today. She is in her early thirties and has never met the man of her dreams. She is still considered a virgin even with her age. Misty has never even kissed a man for fear that she would be ridiculed and called names.
By Brandi Payne6 years ago in Filthy
Betray - Part 5.
https://www.wattpad.com/user/chelsealeighstories Grey I go inside after Brodie but by the time I get push my way through the door packed with sweaty, drunk people, she is nowhere to be found. It's obvious she doesn't want to see me, so I give up.
By Chelsealeighstories 6 years ago in Filthy
The woman who had it all
CHAPTER 1 As i was getting ready, doing my hair, putting my make up on to go shopping to find a nice slutty dress for my man. The phone rings it was my mother she wanted us to go out for lunch. I told her i be ready in two minutes. Noticed my dog Cheerios was out of water and food so I quickly fed him I finally got to the restaurant. My mother wanted to talk about my marriage. What she told me was quiet a shock she said “i seen your husband with another woman yesterday“ I couldn’t believe it as you could imagin. i needed to put a shock on my face as my mother didn’t know that i i already knew about her. I had a plan for that slutty dress to tease my man with. This got me thinking could i use this to my advantage. I got home and slipped into the new red slutty dress.
By Jonathan Evans6 years ago in Filthy
UPS Knows How To Deliver Packages
Moving can always be such a headache. Switching banks, forwarding mail, getting internet, and cable, meeting neighbors and if you have kids getting them started in school. Unpacking and finding the local grocery stores. It can be a very daunting task getting all these things done.
By Casey Keller6 years ago in Filthy
The Heat Between Us
He grasps my attention with his charm. His smile has me linger and I am captured by his vibe. This aura that surrounds him has me intrigued. I know he isn’t all that he seems. This one is smarter than most I’ve dealt with. He raises my curiosity and extends my walls higher to hide the things I know he will see right away. He looks through me but I can camouflage like the best of them. I can’t let him see the hurt just yet. I can’t let him know what a comfort it is to just say how I feel and get a response of his feelings that has my insides melt and my walls descend alittle lower. The more we talk the more I’m caught. My defenses fight back but this one is clever because he disarms me with his words and that look he gives I can’t describe but I know a beast lurks below. He surfaces sometimes and shows me his teeth and how he hopes to bite me soon and make me his. His senses are so acute to my smell that I try to keep my composure when he asks me what I want. I can’t say I want him to kiss me. I can’t say bring out that beast you keep locked away. I can’t say be mine. He will sense my hunger and know that I’m willing to be his prey but he is just as afraid as me. My heart is still broken and I know his is too. He doesn’t show it ,doesn’t say it but damn my aura feels it sometimes. A man who dreams of death every night feels everything and nothing. Only few get a glimpse of his emotions. My feelings are always hidden unless I’m ready to face the truth he gives. It resonates through me lifting off shades I purposely put in place letting in the reality. He unties my bodies insecurities and I like it. If this is just the mental tip of him who knows how the rest will feel when we get physical.
By Erica Robinson6 years ago in Filthy
