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Magic Words
I looked down at my phone. The number lighting up the screen didn’t have a name assigned, but it wasn’t foreign to me. It was where I’d just come from, in fact. The person on the other end probably knew me better than anyone I’d ever met. And no one called me more often than the number lighting up the screen. But still I continued to stare, not answering. It wasn’t lost on me that I refused to save a number that called more frequently than any other, but that’s just how it is. I have to regain some control over this situation. This is how I’ve chosen to do it. My voicemail kicked in and the ringing stopped. I looked up and out the window. The city raced by, all dark spaces with pockets of light from storefronts and street lights. I sighed. I leaned my head back, hoping to close my eyes and doze for the rest of the ride. But the ringing started again. The phone in my hand lit up, vibrating and squealing. I felt like it was yelling at me. Yelling that I wasn’t in control, that I never would be. I pressed the button and held the phone to my ear, pissed.
By Shameka S Erby5 years ago in Filthy
The school part 4
The school soon decided classes should resume but delay the showcases for a few months, instead our new teacher is wanting us to rehearse a show in memory for Miss Hail. I have been trying to get to grips with the whole routine but even though I am here living my dream, I cannot shake the fear over what happened with Mr Black. On top of that I still have not figured what happened on my first night when I blacked out. Not many students talk to me much but they do talk about me and do not attempt to hide it. I should be more concerned but right now I feel like I'm caught in a whirl wind. Throwing myself into practise as much as I could is the only thing that allows me to stop the anxiety. The bell broke my spell of clarity signalling the end of the day, I purposely hung back to ask the sub if I could practise a little longer. He shrugged and said "knock yourself out, the doors lock in an hour" and wandered off.
By Sophie larissa5 years ago in Filthy
Fatal Attraction
I watched him from across the room. Everything about him was just perfect. Perfect smile, perfect physique. Just too good to be true. I observed as he worked the crowd, smirking as he maneuvered through the group of women that had surrounded him. It had to be a pain to be that attractive. He finally broke free from the ravenous tendrils of available women. I watched as he slid into a seat at the bar, deciding that now was the time. Even though I hated to be a part of the drooling entourage of “desperate” single women, I couldn’t resist. I just had to get close to him.
By D.N.Burton5 years ago in Filthy
UNDERCOVER GIRL IN OVER HER HEAD.
Jennifer walked into the club, surprised to see several of the guys from D.O.A. were there, all of them congregated around the managers' table. She walked right by the table, intentionally trying to hear anything that they might be discussing. It wasn't her night to work but Steve called and told her they were short-handed and it might be a good night to make some real money. Knowing the mentality of dancers, turning down the opportunity might damage her cover identity. So, she gathered her bag of outfits and make-up, tried to call Lucia to let her know she would be in play, and went into work.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Filthy
Ghetto Love
I started dating this guy who came from the ghetto part of Kingston, Jamaica. Despite his area where he was from he knew how to treat a woman. He always was well dressed to impress and smell so divine. His aroma was toxic and inviting. I knew his schedule something he never realized I was studying. He always told me “baby nuh studi me wereabout mi nah easy fi program!” I just laughed and kissed him and ignore the nonsense that came out of his mouth. Because women are always one head a step of their men.
By Nathina Blake5 years ago in Filthy
Garden Of Lita
I was admiring my neighbors beautiful roses - she had the most gorgeous garden I’d ever seen. I would stare sometimes for hours out of my bedroom window into her little backyard oasis. I would daydream about going over to her home for tea in the garden, laughing, making conversation, basking in the flowers.
By Astrid Hannah Westwood5 years ago in Filthy
My First and Last Time
All my life I'd vowed to never pleasure a man with oral sex. I was taught that that type of behavior was degrading and whorish and I'd hear horror stories about sexually transmitted diseases being transferred from the penis to the woman's mouth. I'm 39 now and recently divorced after 18 years of marriage. My husband always went down on me but respected my strict belief of not reciprocating. Eventually, he found someone who would and I caught him in our bedroom in our bed getting sucked off by some middle aged blonde tramp. Long story short I packed his shit and made him leave despite his begging and crying. That was 8 months ago. Last month I met Halo, this gorgeous, dark skinned kind and loving gentleman with a body the gods would envy. We haven't made love yet but tonight..... Well, tonight I just might have to give him some. It's 7p.m. I'm in the bath tub soaking, exfoliating, and shaving every place I want Halo to lick tonight. I get out and moisturizer with Shea butter and coconut oil then towel myself off... My body is smooth and irresistible. I put on my new black bralette and matching thong I purchased from Gahdess Boutique. Just then my doorbell rings, "just in time", I think. I'm nervous, my breathing is slightly labored and I feel lighter on my feet as I inch closer toward the door to greet Halo. I reach the door grab the knob and pause as I take a deep breath. I didn't expect I'd be so nervous but I guess the first time with anyone can be a little intimidating. I finally open the door. He looks absolutely delicious, 6'3, chocolate with the musky fragrance of sandalwood. My panties are immediately soaked. I see his eyes drift down my body while he's lustfully smiling and licking his sexy full lips. I'm about to tell him to come in but before I can Halo picks me up and carries me to my couch. He's licking and sucking my breasts and grabbing my waist firmly just the way I like. I'm moaning and he's growling, a sound I didn't know both our bodies could produce and we sound delicious together. I feel his thick erection bulging against my panties. I can't wait to feel him inside me. He's ginding against my pussy and kissing my lips, my neck... Everywhere!! I can hardly catch my breath. I reach down to unbuckle his belt but he pulls my hands up over my head and holds my wrists like he's cuffing me, still kissing and sucking. He kisses lower, lower, then... Oh yes! He pulls my panties down with his teeth then his mouth is on my clit. I gasp as he moves his skilled tongue in a counter clockwise circular motion while moving his thick middle finger in and out of the tight walls of my vagina. I grasp his head with my hand and grind my clit against his tongue. My clit starts to spasm as I'm about to cum and he stops.... HE JUST FUCKING STOPS!! He looks up at my frustrated face. "My turn" he says. I'm scared. My heart starts pounding hard and I'm nervous. I'm trying to think of a way to get out of it but before I know it he's standing over me with his dick in my face while I'm sitting on the couch. Suddenly I blurt out 'I've never sucked a dick before, I don't suck dick." He looks confused but as horny as I am I try to stand my ground. "Whatchu mean you don't suck dick? He asks... Like never??" Never, I say. He pauses then he bends down and gives me the most passionate kiss and whispers... "Ok but you're going to try it today, let me teach you." I don't want him to leave, it's been almost a year since I've had sex so I did what I had to do. It's so massive though, I'm sure I won't be able to take the whole thing in my mouth like the ladies in the porn videos do. I take a deep breath and try to relax. "Just the tip for now', he whispers. He brings his dick closer to my mouth. I kiss the tip and it's not bad are all, a little salty from his precum .. I start to tongue the head and he starts to moan causing my pussy to throb. I decide to take a little more of him into my mouth. "Suck it with your cheeks", he whispers. I oblige. I suck in and out faster and harder like the girls in those videos do but then he stops me. Did I do something wrong? I ask. No baby you were perfect he says but we're going to try something else. He grabs my hand and tells me to get on my knees, I obey. He tilts my head back slightly and tells me to breath through my nose. Halo starts to gently make love to my mouth slowly but I can feel his dick going deeper with each stroke. His moans are getting me so wet. He's pounding my mouth now, harder faster I feel his massive cock in my throat then... He tries to pull it back and.... It won't budge. Halo's dick is stuck in my throat. He keeps trying to pull but it hurts my throat.... Omg! Tears well up in my eyes. Don't cry baby, I'm going to call 911. He reaches for his phone that is in his pants pocket by the couch but it's too far. I have to crawl while he walks to get his phone. Halo calls 9-1-1. I'm sure the operator asks what the emergency is because he stammers as he tries to explain. Eventually paramedics arrive and I'm so embarrassed. They try to pry us apart to no avail. They eventually give up and transport Halo and I to the nearest hospital. The nurses and doctors all try to pry my jaws off halos member and after 48 long minutes it works. My mouth is now penis free and I'm never performing fellatio ever again!
By Marie Helm5 years ago in Filthy
The school part 3
The next morning I instantly felt the karma coming at me full force. As soon as my eyes began to stir so did the sickness and the pounding headache. I could only roll myself off the bed and stager to my feet to get to the bathroom in time. The sickness wavered and I managed to use the sink to support myself and caught sight of my clock's reflection in the mirror. I cursed to myself and hurried to dress and freshen up, I packed my bag one handed while using the other to sort my excuse for hair. Giving the map of the school one last check on my wall, I dashed off running as fast as I could across the wooden floors to class. To my dismay the class was well in swing and checking the clock on the far wall , turned out I had missed pretty much all but 10 mins of the whole morning classes. I quickly debated whether to just head to my next one or face the music. Even thought skipping would be an easy option, but I knew I had to be tougher if I got into this school. So here I go, I ripped off the Band-Aid and entered the room ignoring the stares and the sudden collapse of the music.
By Sophie larissa5 years ago in Filthy
