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Project Genesis
Project Genesis; Maddox The hum of the machines was almost defending, the only other sound was that of Ester's labored breathing. I stared down at her. There was blood. A lot of it. The smell was sickening and made me throw up. Ester just laughed at me. "You get used to it, Maddox." She smiled up at me, through bloody lips. "Ya wanna know something?" I didn't reply so she kept talking. "I never really thought about how my story would end." She stopped to take a shaky breath. She was leaning against the tank, her long lags starched out in front of her. "I always figured it'd end in blood, but I never know how far I'd get. Ya know, if I'd really find her or not. I never thought past that." As I looked down at Ester my heart was smashed. She and her mission were the only things I'd cared about for the last six years. I'd modeled my life around them and now it was all over. I knew that I was just an extra in her story. That Ester was always the main character, the heroine or villainess, depending on where you stood. And I'd always stood behind her. Well almost always. "I'm sorry..." I looked at her puzzled, she'd never apologized for anything in her life. "Why?" It wasn't that she'd never done anything wrong, just the opposite. "For dragging you along with me. For killing that girl in front of you. Not for killing her mind you, just for doing it in front of you. And for coming to you that first night, I can't help but think it would have been better if I hadn't made it to you." Here she closed her eyes. "I loved you." She said it in a whisper as if she hadn't wanted me to really hear it, but had needed to say it. "I still love you, Ester." She opened her eyes and they stared up at me dark and gray. Then she coughed up a lot of blood.
By Sierra Reding4 years ago in Filthy
The Toucher in the Ranunculi
Claspen Nymfield found out one gusty afternoon that he had a gift, namely the aptitude and penchant to make women happy, or at least happier—the gift par excellence. He had finished his lunch in the flowery park, a few minutes’ walking distance from his confined office, when he noticed one of those beautiful women who could take your breath away with a smile let alone a direct glance, walking past him. He looked at her dotingly, trying to visualize some of the splendour beneath her clothes, when all of a sudden, he saw an image of nymphaea flickering in his mind, her labia minora, as he later surmised. He felt the craving to caress them, stroke them ever so lightly with the tips of his fingers and see them open up like a sex book, but he could not imagine that his longing could influence them and affect her directly. She had slowed her pace and then came to a complete stop, feigning forgetfulness of some sort at first, but then revealing some initial surprise followed by more than a trace of satisfaction.
By Patrick M. Ohana4 years ago in Filthy
DON
Emer's tears were ignored. The only person who could hear and witness her cries for help was the man who was responsible for them. Don's smooth tanned hand met Emer's pale face with a crack. Using duct tape to quieten the sounds that came from her cracked, dried, pink lips. Taking a step back, Don admired his work.
By Lolita Civic4 years ago in Filthy
Getting What I Need From an Affair
The good thing about having an affair is that we know what turns each other on. No “what if’s” or “I don’t feel like it” or “not now” crap. We don’t play games with each other. We want to be together at that moment more than anything else in our crazy lives.
By MonalisaSmiled 4 years ago in Filthy
Sex! Give It To Me Or I'll Kill You
It was raining the night she got into the taxi cab. Dress falling off her shoulder. Breath smelling like men who like women who can’t handle their liquor. Surely, he would have his way with her. Knowing she was that kind of girl. The kind of girl that likes to have sex with men she barely knows. She didn’t know why his juicy fat lips and his sexy toned abs lured her in like they did. All she knew was she wanted him to ravage her. Take her clothes and put them on the floor. Put his penis so far into her she wouldn’t be able to form sentences. Why was she like this? Why did she so badly want the feel of man inside her at all times. She had a husband at home who would kill her if he found out what she did when she was supposed to be at work. But tonight, was her night, like every night before she would allow a man to penetrate deeply into her. Knowing all he wanted was to cum, but knowing she reached for the same quick penetration that would end with cum dripping from her fat swollen vagina.
By PoetsCloset4 years ago in Filthy
The Hunger
I want him. I want him so much. He’s absolutely gorgeous. From the second I first laid eyes on him, I have fantasized about him. Imagined what his kiss would feel like, the sensation of his hand cupping my chin as he lowers his face to mine and presses his lips to my mouth. Imagined how his tongue would feel as he uses it to gently part my lips, coaxing mine with languorous swirling and sliding movements. I’ve dreamed about his hands pressing me against him, at the waist at first, then down to my hips, before cupping my bottom as he nudges his growing erection against my groin. The sweet, delicious pleasure of his fingers unzipping my skirt and easing it down my legs, before returning to my panties and creeping their way under my waistband.
By Jupiter Grant4 years ago in Filthy
Mr. Kingsley
So what does a Billionaire have that I can't sleep my way to get? That's what Stella Henry thought as she slept between the legs of her regular client. Fortunately, her life is about to hit a 180 when she wakes up next to the dashing Donovan Kingsley, the hotel and casino billionaire, and the owner of the escort company she's currently employed.
By Elaine Barnes 4 years ago in Filthy
