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Justine (Chapter 7)
The poor, bedraggled Justine made her way to Marcel, a town situated just outside of Paris, a suburb for the affluent. It was here that, broken, bent and bleeding, she made her inquiries as to where, "In the name of sweetest mercy, kindness and charity, I might find a doctor!" She was directed by the servants at an inn to the home of one Rodin, a neighborhood surgeon known for the astonshig efficacy of his ministrations.
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Filthy
The Rebound
At the end of part one Amber has learned that her husband of 15 years Aaron has had an affair. She had been a dutiful and loving wife but looking back she saw the signs particularly his lack of intimacy. Amber is feeling unattractive unloved and unwanted when her best friends Ann and Mike decide to hook Amber up with Mike’s friend Dan for a night she’ll never forget.....
By Amanda U6 years ago in Filthy
Therapist's Therapy Part III
Belle flashes her smile at me for the third time this minute. I bless her with my movie-award-winning smile, but for Christ's sake, this shit is getting old.
By Ashley Alleyne Van-De-Cruize 6 years ago in Filthy
Madame Luxe: A Brothel Story
1997 Janice tossed her head back and let it lie on the side of the bed as she relaxed. She was with her favorite client, Dade. Dade was a fourty-year-old country redneck from Alabama who came to visit her every time he and his wife were in town on vacation. Dade treated Janice well. Well as l as one could be treated for a whore that a man snuck to see a few times a year. He sent her allowance once a month and sent her love letters a few times a week. Dade promised to leave his wife for her one day soon, but Janice knew he never would. Which was more than fine with her.
By Author B.Commodity6 years ago in Filthy
Madame Luxe: A Brothel Story
It was 7:02am and Josie stood at the Reno bus station as she pulled a final drag on her cigarette. “Last one, better make it count,” she thought to herself as she held the smoke in her throat before letting it release through her nostrils.
By Author B.Commodity6 years ago in Filthy
Room 508
There were cracks in the walls along the burgundy bathroom ceiling and zigzagged down to the cabinet mirror. The mirror needed wiping as it was disgustingly smeared and perhaps it was smeared with random, sweaty hands. Her eyeliner and mascara were smudged and her coily hair had run dry. The girl was exhausted and her jaw ached. In fact, her legs along with her thighs terribly throbbed, and her back felt agonizing. Her hazel gleaming eyes were the most alluring, but exotic feature; let alone the built curvy hips and full lips she possessed. Chocolate freckles laid in abundance spreading across the bridge of her nose to her brassy cheeks. The eye shadow she wore sweated off, however, the colors didn’t compliment her to begin with. She let out a deep sorrowful sigh. Before leaving the bathroom and back to her client, she took one last look in the mirror. What did she see in her reflection; a dirty girl or a soulless being?
By JB6 years ago in Filthy
Spoils of Victory
The icy fingers of fear gripped her throat as she jumped to her feet. Her heart pumped faster, spurring her feet to move as she ran. Her stomach swirled as she sought an escape, knowing she may not make it to safety.
By Asrai Devin6 years ago in Filthy
Room 305
Click*, the sound the door made. The deluxe suite made her believe she was partly in the garden of eden but also partly cloud nine. Rose petals scattered from the entrance of the door way, leading onto the California king, illustrating a heart in the middle of the bed. They wined and dined earlier in the evening and it had also been their fifth date. Interestingly enough, there was an aged record player with a vinyl on it in the living area, collected in dust almost looking somewhat discolored.
By JB6 years ago in Filthy
Fallen Deep
Mo: Rushing into the hospital behind the medics, they were talking to the nurses and doctors. Panic grew in my gut shanking as I dialed Rac’s and Jerry’s numbers for a group call.
By Habby Grac6 years ago in Filthy
Avenues: Ch. 8
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to feel seeing my father for the first time since the day they locked him up for good. I didn’t feel the familiar rage I’d been carrying around all these years. Pity was also not part of the equation as I watched the guards haul him into the visiting area and push him down onto the table as they un-cuffed him. I was numb from head to toe. I believe this is what Susie would call a defense mechanism. I couldn’t let a single word this man would say get to me today. I couldn’t take anything personal. I was here for one thing and one thing only. I needed information and that was all this needed to be. A cordial transaction.
By Sharlene Alba6 years ago in Filthy
Fallen Deep
My brain was too busy racing between Bash and Gun, that I didn’t get any work done, and lines were starting to run together. This was our last reversal for the last episode tomorrow. I’m not sure where Gun and I stand and also what about Bash?
By Habby Grac6 years ago in Filthy
Forbidden (18+)(part one)
tags for this fan fiction #flirting #peterage16 #adult content #anal sex #first times #tony is bad at saying no to his desires
By Lucas Embredoment Blackblood6 years ago in Filthy