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He Came from Narnia
Jessica sat in her room eating mint ice cream and working on her latest photo shop painting, in fact, she was concentrating so hard she didn't realize how quickly she was devouring the ice cream and gave herself brain freeze. As Jessica smacked her forehead in agony her cell phone buzzed with a new text message:
By Khrystina-Lee Meers5 years ago in Filthy
Hell Bound
“You’re never going to get junior editor by sitting around on your ass,” Nikki sighed as she lounged in the chair in front of Lora. “Being afraid will get you nowhere!”
By Alyssa Shelby5 years ago in Filthy
In the night
In the pitch black of the night I was walking through the park when I thought I heard the screams of a little girl. These weren’t just any screams, but ear-piercing screams. The kind that stop you in your tracks and look around to see where it is coming from. I tried to look through the darkness to no avail. I couldn’t see anything. I kept walking and soon heard them again. This time there was someone else past when I reached the streetlight, but they didn’t look phased by the noise. Was this common here? Was I imaging things?
By Maxine5 years ago in Filthy
Love
Coming up from the subway station, Gregory pumped up the stairway leading to broad and locust. The weather was still cold as he clutched on his poncho he depended on to keep him warm. Gregory was very strong minded and came off as if he wasn't scared of nothing in his way. The area he was in was close to downtown a bunch of stores, condos, schools, college and hard working people were. Homeless people laid on sewer caps as the smelly warm steam kept them warm during the winter. A couple blocks away from the client's condo, Gregory was coming up on two drug dealers sitting on a bench talking to each other. One of the dealers was short, handsome, rough beard and had a little weight to him; As the other was slim, dressed very urban with a hood over his head with a coat over his hoodie. One of them notice Gregory from afar and began to tap the other to get him to notice Gregory also. "Yo Buzz, look at this motherfucker here" he says while doing a double-take look at Gregory. "What the fuck is going on here?" "What the fuck was that" they chuckled as Gregory pumped on by without saying anything to them. "I swear 2016 niggas not niggas anymore, the fuck is wrong with him?" as they continued to bash him until he was out of their sight. He reached the client's condo building and pressed the call button on the condo building callbox to alert the client that he was there as he waited to be buzzed in. "Who is it?" the client asked through the condo's callbox. "It's ME!!!" Gregory snapped rolling his eyes as he was now getting cold. The door buzzed unlocked and he pulled the door open to enter. The hallway was very well decorated with nice interior, the hall smelled like mint, Gregory checked himself out in the mirror that was on the wall as he walked towards the elevator door. He pressed the button for up, the elevator doors opened as the elevator was already on the floor Gregory was on. He entered the elevator and press three on the panel of numbers indicating the floor he wanted to be on, the doors closed shut and the the elevator started to move up to the floor he requested. The doors open to the third floor, and Gregory steps off the elevator and started walking down the well lit hallway to the client's condo, he knocked on the door and the client opens the door with a robe on it seem as nothing was under the robe as his chest hair peeked out of the top of the robe, He motioned him to come in. Gregory close the door behind him and the client entered a room while Gregory followed behind. "You can take your clothes off and get into bed." he ordered as he unrobed himself and crawled in bed bearing his naked body. He was in his 70s with hair as white as snow, his skin was as wrinkled as if he was sat in a tub of water for a very long time. The room was very dim lit. "I'm going to get undressed in the bathroom!" Gregory insisted, waving away towards the bathroom closing the door. He goes over to the toilet and put the seat down and sit down putting his head in his hands. He starts digging in his bag and pulls out a summer's eve bottle to prepare to do an anal cleansing, he stands up and look in the mirror and shakes his head again. Deep down, Gregory hated what he was doing but he also hated working at Tootsies as a waiter; But it was easy money escorting than it was being a waiter. He pour out the liquid that was inside of the summer's eve bottle and turned the faucet and let the water run warm and then place the bottle under the faucet and let the warm water fill up the bottle. He puts the top on the bottle and got on all fours position and inserted it inside himself anally and squeeze the water inside of him. he than got up and released the water into the toilet. He repeated the process about three times until he was satisfied, he trashed the bottle and cleaned himself off with a rag he brought that was inside of his bag. Gregory opens the bathroom door and walks over to the bed and sighs, he climbs in the bed unclothed with the client who had already handcuffed himself to the headboard of his bed. Gregory climb on top of the client's waist and leaned over and whispers sweet nothings in his ear, The client bit his lip enjoying the words coming out of Gregory's mouth. "Bite me" he requested while his boner thrust on Gregory's butt, Gregory rolled his eyes and bite him on the chest making the client moan. Gregory continued biting him guiding himself to the client's penis, wrapping his lips on the tip of his penis after a few up and down motions with his mouth the client release his semen into Gregory's throat causing him to gag a little. Gregory got up and went to the bathroom to spit the semen out of his mouth into the toilet, washing his mouth out with water and mouthwash that was in the bathroom already. He began putting his clothes on as a knock on the other side of the door scaring him, money slid under the door to Gregory's feet, picking it up off the floor and counting it "You can get the fuck out now" the client said walking away from the door, Gregory sighs counting about three thousand dollars in cash; He quickly gathered his things, rushing out the bathroom walking pass the client at the front door "God Bless you, asshole!!" Gregory snapped as he walked out the condo. He got on the elevator and press L for the lobby as the doors opened and Gregory walked in he looked in the mirror inside the elevator and burst into tears. Gregory hated what he did and how he made him feel after because his clients treated him like crap after they paid him. He walked a few blocks from the client's condo before passing the two drug dealers Buzz and Derrick, who were still outside chatting on the bench before he walked by. "Alright Derrick, I'm bout to slide to Geez's crib to smoke, you wanna come with me?" Buzz said to the Derrick. "Nah, you go ahead I'll catch up to you later. I'mma try to sell these last two bags before I head home." Derrick responded got up off the bench and started walking off after. Derrick noticed Gregory walking and looked around before he said anything to Gregory, "Yo... Yo.." derrick said he a low toned voice as Gregory ignored him, He gets up off the bench and walks up on Gregory and taps his shoulder. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" "What do you want?" gregory rasped. "I just wanted to see what was up with you." Derrick said cautiously looking around. "My mom told me not to talk to strangers..." "Wait a minute, what is all this attitude that you giving me? I don't like all this dramatic shit you giving me right now. I'm just trying to come over here because you seem interesting to know and i felt as though i came off to you a certain kind of way and i just wanted to kind of apologize for that..." "A certain way, you mean how you and your little friend continuously disrespect..." Gregory rasped to Derrick who was shorter than Gregory. "That don't really be me, it be more so on my friends part but you know i feel like we getting off on the wrong foot here like what do you doing later on tonight?" Derrick asked still looking around suspiciously "Nothing...Nothing at all." Gregory replied. "How about you slide to my place and i cook you dinner." "To your place?" Gregory questioned "wh...why why would i come to your place?" "Because i'm just trying to meet new people and like i said you seem cool like its 2016 we need to leave all that beef shit behind us." Derrick tried his best trying to convince Gregory into coming over, "You right" gregory gave in with a smile "you gotta number or something?" Derrick asked while taking his cracked screen phone out of his pocket "Yeah my number is 267..." Gregory hesitated but still gave it to him. "OK cool is 8 o'clock okay with you? "Yeah that's fine" "Ok great I'll see you at 8" derrick said with a smile and turned the opposite direction of gregory and walked away, Gregory rewrapped his poncho and started walking home to rest up and get ready for tonight.
By JaeMar5 years ago in Filthy
Dagon's Story
The human was floating helplessly in the water, her body completely limp. Dagon could sense some life still left in her. He could save her if he wanted to. But did he?
By Amora Jones5 years ago in Filthy
Extra Credit
As a requirement for his degree, Gabriel had selected Psych 101 as one of his classes for the spring term. He had expected it to be led by a stuffy, nasally old man who psychoanalysed his students into tears. Instead, he had gotten Mr. Henderson. The man was perfect. Broad shoulders, thick thighs with a soft belly. He looked like he could bench press Gabriel and then make him pancakes afterwards. To top it off, his voice was soft, warm and buttery--pure music to listen to.
By Alya Sugarman5 years ago in Filthy
I Would Destroy This World For You - Chapter 4
Rand grunted softly as the sharp chirp of his phone's ringer started in the room. He groaned and looked at the clock on his bedside table, the bright white numbers reading 1:30am. He sighed deeply and reached for his phone, yawning as he ran his fingers through his wild hair. Once his eyes saw the number on the Caller ID, sleep left him in a rush as he sat up, pressing the icon to answer the phone.
By Wakane Ebonheart5 years ago in Filthy
LOVE & LOYALTY
"Divorce?? Divorce?? Is he serious? After all these years I have given him, he wants to talk about divorce?" Ebony could not believe that she was being served divorce papers!! She forgave Anthony when he brought a child home and he wants out? She thought he was head over heels in love with her! Love does not just switch off like that! He took good care of her! He got her EVERYTHING she wanted, and he even catered to her when he was home from work! He married her! He loved her, how could he not love her? All she needed to do was be alone with him, and not his new toy! She's only been around, what, a couple of weeks. Ebony has been around for life, and nothing can come between the bond that her and Anthony had created over the years. She needed to talk to Anthony!
By Alicia Fisher5 years ago in Filthy
Their little mate chapter 5
Caius places me on my feet in one of the biggest, most beautiful rooms I have ever seen. They see my stunned face and chuckle to themselves. I look around and go and take a seat in the sitting room area.
By amber poconuts5 years ago in Filthy
Love Beyond Lust
Horny was an understatement for the way she had been feeling lately. Thinking about him and his dick drove her whole being insane. The way his strong manly hands caressed her full-sized breast as he used his fingertips to flick her hard nipples. A sigh released from her mouth as she leaned into him. Waiting for his soft juicy lips to touch and locked with hers making her heart skip a beat. Feeling the warmth of his breath gave her body goose bumps and her clit began having palpitations as his tongue danced around with hers. The deeper and passionately as they kissed her pussy peaked with anticipation. Pussy walls began flexing so hard she started to squirm. Soaking her panties, her sweet nectar dripped down the inner part of her thigh. Removing his lips from hers he turned his focus on kissing and licking her piqued nipples through her tank top. Moans of pleasure and surrender filled the room. He loves the music her energy and body makes. Through her moans sounds so tantalizing and indescribable. Signing up for the dating site ‘Myztical Mizfitz’ that her friend Audrey told her about. As soon as she logged on the website she was intrigued. This was the boldest thing that she had ever done in her adult life. She has always been shy when it came to talking to men, even though she wasn't a virgin. She lost her virginity just like any average high school girl, to the school hot head, the bad boy, the high school jock,Mason Fleming. He was every girl's dream, star at football, basketball and being mister popular, but not english. Trinity was smart but exceptional in english, so when her teacher asked her to tutor him, she became aroused. Her face turned red and her mouth became dry but she mustered up enough spit to tell her teacher she would help him pass the class. Excited and barely able to do anything else Trinity watched her calendar as the week slowly passed by. Sitting at her desk she felt her mind drifting off to a place she has never thought of actually going but she knew her imagination was something amazing.Imagining myself I can picture:
By Daytra Lawson5 years ago in Filthy
JUST FOR ME-Fanfiction-Ch*7 (Party Planning)
Jimin pov: I am almost positive I interrupted something when I knocked on the door. I am not certain of what, but I know it was something. My animal is telling me it was about to get heated. Oh yes, I am also a shifter. I am a wolf though. I am not entirely sure what these guys are. I think they might be bears though since my wolf doesn't react to them like he does to Colin and Myra. I love those cats, but he doesn't. Let's see if I can help these too along.
By Stormeseye5 years ago in Filthy
Shelly's Fantasy Continued
After leaving the bar and parading herself through two blocks of crowded streets Shelly's appetite could barely be satiated. We stormed through the hotel and straight up to our room where Shelly, for the first time, kissed me long and passionately. I had loved her since college but always been afraid to show it, afraid to show my true self. In this newly aspired America I could feel free to be who I was, a woman that longed for the love and affections of another woman.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Filthy