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Tales of Bette: On Her Ray-dar (Full Version)
The sequel to... Saturday July 12, 2014 The evening was getting late and the party was starting to die off. A lot fewer of her old friends went to the reunion than she thought would go. There were over 400 people in Public North's graduating class of 2004; maybe 120 showed up to the reunion party that night. She was hoping to see Ozzy, Mark, Tylor, Jenna, Vanessa, Tina, and others. The only close familiar faces she ran into sand spent time with were Katie and Ashleigh. Jenna was on the fence at best about going, she lived over an hour away and didn't want to impose on Bette's family with her; even though the Wheelan family was more than welcoming to her, and always had been.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her5 years ago in Filthy
Rebound
Your first rebound after a nine year relationship is never easy. It’s even worse when the rebound is your cousin. I know. How the fuck could anyone do that? Like really, how could anyone do that? I mean, it’s your fucking cousin. Your family. Your blood. Well, I’m here to tell you, it’s easy for you to say that. Because your cousin isn’t as hot as mine. I mean, she’s a dime. A ten. A perfect score. Like, if she were your cousin, you’d fuck her. I know you would. You’d know it if you saw her.
By Angus Gunn5 years ago in Filthy
Phone Sex Operations
His Voice- the man on the phone. Kate immediately recognizes that she has known him for years. She knows his real name. She knows his credentials. Quickly, as they venture into the well-known/now dull to her territory of sexual banter, it is with a striking fear of his Voice which befalls upon her consciousness. Kate is an operator. She has entertained men on the phone many times before; sometimes even managing to please herself as well, but this time is different.
By cora lynnish5 years ago in Filthy
International House Party
Our house party is in full effect, the red strobe light gives our living room a club feel. The wheels of steel pumping Public Enemy reppin New York and NWA reppin California are in the mix. A big tin tub of ice filled with Schlitz Malt Liquor Bulls reppin Ledbetter. The bar area has Patrone reppin Mexico and Popov Vodka for the White Russians making it an International Affair. We got all my mates from the Squad; strategically placed Snow Bunnies; Red beans and rice didn’t miss her Sistas posted up at the bay window waiting for the Frat boys from Sigma Ki to put in their bid.
By Timothy Kincaid5 years ago in Filthy
In The Heat of Summer
Moving to the middle of butt-fuck nowhere was never my plan. I prefer the city, the noise, the people. But when the office started making cuts and gave the option of 4 weeks severance or move to the "rural office" with moving expenses, I selected the latter.
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Filthy
Avery's Story
A strong feeling of despair filled me as someone rushed past. Even worse, I was one loaf of bread lighter. I rolled my eyes and shed my cloak to reveal a pair of bright, red wings. Every time I disguised myself as a human to indulge myself in marketplace treats, I had to put up with thieves and today was no different. I flew after the thief and found her disappearing down an alley. I reached her in moments. "Got you!" I grabbed her arms and pinned her against the side of a building. The woman glared back at me. The only sign of her fear was the quick rise and fall of her chest with her rapid breathing.
By Amora Jones5 years ago in Filthy
Not For A Million Likes
The first half hour of my interview and photo-shoot was at best painful for all parties, those two girls we had watched finish their shoot and leave had clouded my mind. All the notes I had written down blurred into a big mess in my mind, I was languishing on that school chair in front of that screen with the green ribbon backdrops they had ready.
By Peter Harrison5 years ago in Filthy
Eléni & M Move to Athens - Part 21
This new series has its history in the form of several short stories, several poems, and a 13-part series that is linked at the bottom via Part 20 of this series. Anthi Psomiadou has graciously agreed—I have it in writing—to play the role of a fictional character also called, Anthi, as she already did in the first series, but with the full name, Anthi Kanéna, in this series. I feel like another brick in a wall of Greek flowers that have begun to surround me with no way out. There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad. Homer, from The Iliad
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
