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The Love Chapter
DISCLAIMER: The following creative writing is explicit in nature. It has sexual content. For New Year's Eve, he invited her to a party at a French Restaurant in Georgetown, that he was DJ-ing. It was her first New Year's Eve party ever and she was very excited. She couldn't decide what to wear. She pondered for several minutes and decided on a platinum mini dress, black fishnet pantyhose and black, knee-hi boots.
By Lisa Nelson8 years ago in Filthy
The Skull Man: Part 6
DANTE If there was one thing his mother taught him it was to never come in between a girl and her best friend. Friendship was sacred to women. Dante didn't bother trying to understand it. Which was why he didn't think it odd when Elle showed up at his estate, frantically searching for Hazel no less than an hour later. There was a hint of desperation in her eyes when he let her inside his home, which he chalked up to just her being worried about her friend sleep-walking in the middle of the night. He didn't like having strangers in his home. But he'd have to make an exception this time. For Hazel's sake. Whatever was going on with her, she obviously couldn't be left alone for too long.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Dark Delights
It starts with dinner. We meet at a restaurant. Me in a dress, stockings and heels. You in a suit and tie. We sit at a table. I'm so nervous I can barely keep my hands from shaking. And I'm already wet. Wet at the thought of meeting you. Being with you. And you...you know it. You smirk at me, find ways to touch me that are innocent enough but leave me burning. Aching. You order for me and dammit, I like that.
By Eliza Bennett8 years ago in Filthy
Romance and Eczema
She stands in front of the man of her dreams as he looks at her, his bright blue eyes taking in every inch of her skin. His hands make short work of her lacy bra pushing the satin strap excruciatingly slow down her shoulder, following it's path with featherlight kisses. Her heart beats a furious tattoo in her chest as her dream man moves his lips over to the tops of her breasts. Feeling his hot breath dance over her sensitive skin she shivers, drawing a smile from her man's lips against her. His expert tongue laps at her rosy coloured nipple as it puckers in his mouth...
By Fiona Morgan8 years ago in Filthy
Daddy Knows Best
Being a young girl is the key to getting every and ANY thing you desire. Whether it be free food, free drinks, or free dick. I like to use this to my advantage while I can and the best I can. This was my attitude when it came to almost anything in life that could get me by. I'm newly 21 and enjoying everything the young, fun life has to offer. I love going out, partying, meeting guys (young or older), and, of course, I love to fuck. If I could, I would make a living by fucking and sucking as many cocks as I could fit into the years. I know what you're thinking: I sound like the perfect porn star candidate, but I like to think that I have a little too much class for that, and besides, I come from the most prissy family as prissy gets, and daddy would never allow his baby girl to partake in such "degrading activities" blah blah blah...
By QUEEN QUEEN8 years ago in Filthy
Sideways
“Come by my apartment after work. Just so we can talk privately,” I read the email and immediately knew that Andrew didn’t want to just “talk privately.” Since our intense break room make-out session, we had been dancing around sex. I want it. Damn, do I want it. I want it in the bathroom, I want it in the backseat of my car, I want it on my desk; I just want him to fuck me sideways. He wants it too. But something keeps me dancing around it.
By Victoria Lee8 years ago in Filthy
Just for Tonight
We'll meet in a bar. You'll be sitting across the room, a beer in your hand. Your eyes will travel up my body until they burn into mine. I will be sipping on a jack and coke to let you know that I'm a tough girl, because everyone knows bourbon-drinking women are strong. You'll strut towards me, taking your time so you can come up with whatever pickup line you feel like using on me. You'll make yourself at home on the stool next to me, never letting your eyes leave mine. We'll flirt, and I'll squeeze your arm. Your hand will rest on my thigh ever so lightly. It will be high enough to make me wonder, but low enough so as to make sure I'm not uncomfortable.
By Bryanna Burshnick8 years ago in Filthy
