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The school part 2
September 5th, I step out of the taxi and push that moment away and grabbed my suitcase. I began the acescent up the steps to my destiny and glided through the glass doors. The marble floors were magical, and the reception was almost like a palace foyer. I was greeted by a woman who looks like royalty herself. I curtsied trying not to look to common which she met with a smile. "Miss green I assume?" she extended her hand, "yes, that's me". We shook hands and I felt the need to curtesy again and the nerves had well and truly set in. I felt the sweat forming and hoped I had not transferred any to her hand. She let out a little laugh and awkwardly called over a member of staff and wished me luck. I tried to let out a thank you but all that came was sounds I did not know I could make. I burned up feeling ashamed of myself that I acted so abnormal in front of the head of the academy.
By Sophie larissa5 years ago in Filthy
Lipstick Diaries
Have you ever been f*cked in a nightclub bathroom stall by a complete stranger? Chuckles. I have. For twenty minutes of the thirty-seven years of my existence I had the most intense and unforgettable orgasm in all of my sexual life and he was a total and complete stranger....
By Keisha Anderson5 years ago in Filthy
A Secret Romance Chapter Four
Chapter Four. A trinket of Hope. As the sun began to rise giving a wintry haze upon the landscape outside the window, Manfred awake carefully casting his eyes down to the beautiful women still laid asleep beside him on the rug of the floor. He knew that it wouldn't be long before the bugle played out in the morning light to awaken the men ready for their day preparing them for another chancing glance, risking their lives and giving death across the war fronts.
By Alixzandra Wiseman5 years ago in Filthy
Roscoe Forthright. GRIMOIRE
GRIMOIRE. BOOK 2. PART 1. No person has an easy time going back to their normal, predictable ways of life after talking with a 5000-yr.-old archangel especially when the archangel is the trumpet-player, Gabriel (known to his jazz-playing friends as, Gaby Silverhorn.) Roscoe Forthright returned from Canada to his home in Washington State, without mentioning his conversation with Gabriel to Amber Riverwood, nor the other witches of her coven. Even with his lovers, his closest friends: Amber, Gina, Rosalee, and Bea, Roscoe was too stunned to know what to say. There is no calm, reasonable, believable, credible way to speak about Gabriel without any supporting evidence. There exists nothing except the experience as he remembers it. The Celestial Trumpet-Player did not record any tunes for him to play for anyone . And , the narrative as it exists , would get him locked -up in m ost places ! He met an elderly Canadian Aboriginal , who talk e d about his wor k as an Archangel , then disappeared into a scrying pool , and waved to Roscoe as he walked off with his camel in ancient Egypt . Who would believe that tall tale !? Truly , the whole thing is too far from both Christian and Aboriginal beliefs to hold any water at all . Even his lovely pagan witches dancing naked in moonlight and evoking the Horned God , would rolled their eyes to Heaven , thinking the old guy has at last lost his few remaining marbles . Roscoe also questions the motivation of a Christian, Muslim and Jewish archangel. What business does he have showing up in the forests of British Columbia. Is he really the same guy Aboriginals call, Raven. Not likely! Roscoe knows his girls would not laugh at him. They are too polite for that. He knows Amber would smile and say, “What have you been smoking, my love?” In this, Roscoe now knows what anyone seeing a UFO must feel like, trying to explain it, or even describe the event to other people . Roscoe was not at all inclined to talk about it , at least not for awhile .
By Roscoe Forthright5 years ago in Filthy
A Secret Romance Chapter Two
Chapter two. Trail of Innocence. Sofia awake the next morning to the sound of rain falling heavily against the glass of the bedroom window of her hotel room. She found it hard to pull herself from the warmth of her bed knowing that the winter chill was bitterly cold to the bone, but managed to leave the warmth and comfort of her bed and began to wash and prepare herself for what could be her life sentence.
By Alixzandra Wiseman5 years ago in Filthy
A Secret Romance. Chapter One
Chapter One. Old Friends. Sofia bathed in the hot spring water, hidden within the woodland south to the town of Velu that was about a six minuets drive from the hidden air base of the widely regarded for their strength war effort of Jasta 2.
By Alixzandra Wiseman5 years ago in Filthy
A Fortunate Coincidence
I had already yawned to many times while my ass was glued into my seat at the bar. I'd been in the Hotel Arroyo lobby for under an hour, and I'd already put down two rum and punches. Think of a rum and coke, but make it with fruit juice. Pineapple, cranberry, whatever. as long as I could taste the bite of the rum I was content.
By Tristan Palmer5 years ago in Filthy
ANAKIN
I don't know why I fell in love with this boy so quickly. When I say boy, I say it purely in a manner of fact sort of way, where boy represents his youthful appearance, his younger age and the gender for which he appears. In the LGBTQ world we discriminate against each other each and everyday, and this particular boy didn’t treat me the way most boys outside of my league do.
By GÆRY SKYeWALKER5 years ago in Filthy
