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Sunday Afternoon
“Well if you don't want to get spanked, I guess you should go home.” That statement sort of made me mad. It wasn't that I didn't want to get spanked, I just was feeling self- conscious and nervous and all of the things that this guy should have understood. Not only would this be the first time I played the BDSM game in general, but it's also the first time with him.
By D. Lynn7 years ago in Filthy
Hitting Forty (Pt. 2)
Part 2 (continued) "I am in trouble and need some help. You see, I was abducted and I need help to get home, please. I swear it! I was carjacked and left in a hotel…”
By Sam Marie7 years ago in Filthy
Dark Shadow Tree Man
It was a hot day like no other. The sky appeared to be made of fire and the trees screamed with thirst when I came across my dark shadow tree man. I sat in my air-conditioned studio with my feet up in my love seat as I stared out my sliding doors across the street at a large oak tree. Hidden in the crevices of the tree were shapes and figures too distant to make out, but one image stuck in my head. Who was that? I asked myself. Out there, within the tree branches, almost embedded within the tree trunk, appeared to be a tall, dark, muscular shadow of a man staring back at me!
By Gladys Torres7 years ago in Filthy
Hitting Forty
Part 1 (Introduction) I am sitting here, just thinking to myself, wondering how I ever got here. I am turning 38 this month, and quickly approaching 40. It is frightening as well as exciting. How did I get here? Did I miss something? I feel as lost as when I was a teenager. It's incredible! I became an adult, and nobody informed me of it. As I am in this coffee shop writing this, I feel a soft giggle creeping up, just thinking back on my first experience with bondage.
By Sam Marie7 years ago in Filthy
The Chair
Years ago, the parking lot of this mall would have been filled at 7:00 PM. Now, it’s bare bones as it nears its current closing time of 8:00 PM. Every store that I had ever shopped in is now gone. Not sure how the one department store, or the comic book store keeps it alive, but they do. Most people now use it as somewhere to get exercise, though the three floors have now been reduced to only one being accessible. The only reason I'm stopping by is to use the massage chair that's planted in the lobby. It's strange seeing these two leather chairs in the middle of the floor when there's hardly anyone there to use them. I passed them before on several trips to the Victoria's Secret that is also gone.
By D. Lynn7 years ago in Filthy
For the Love of a Demon Ep. 2
The next episode takes place on same day as the delights in the garden. After an uneventful afternoon and evening, Louisa has retired to her room. Choosing to dismiss the maid for the evening, she sits in a chair, waiting with anticipation for Sebastian.
By Lorelei_Sands7 years ago in Filthy
The XXX Therapist!
My patients, aka clients, have particular needs and problems that I cater to, aka help them handle in their personal relationships. I guide them through a complete breakdown of their situation, then present them with fresh ideas to improve their current relationship. What am I? I'm a sex therapist that specializes in putting an extra spice in your bedroom life. To elaborate further on what I do, I'm going to talk about a particular couple who are recent clients of mine and how I helped them.
By Kai Storm7 years ago in Filthy
Nooner
The anticipation was killing me. I just finished setting up my Tinder account. It had been only a few minutes since I uploaded my picture, and I was anxious to see the responses I would generate.
By Vivian Heart7 years ago in Filthy
For the Love of a Demon Ep. 1
We first meet Louisa when she arrives bloodied and broken at the Phantomhive Estate. At just 18 years old, she has been through a great deal already and is now planning her revenge against those that caused the death of her parents.
By Lorelei_Sands7 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins... (Ch. 14)
It's 9AM on Sunday morning. I look at my phone to see a group chat between Jessika and Noelle making plans for brunch. Just what I need, good food and good friends. I've decided I am not going to let Khyle get in my head, and I will let things happen as they are meant to happen. I put on my favorite green floral sundress and a pair of wooden wedge heels and head out the door.
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
No Place Like Home
He pushed open the screen door with his elbow, in his other hand carried two beers. Slowly, he made his way down the wooden steps of the back porch towards a large oak tree in the back yard. She sat with her back to him, gently swaying in the swing attached to that large stately oak tree. Still in her funeral black dress from earlier in the day. Her shoes kicked off to the side. Her toes dirtied in that earthy worn out spot beneath her. Her feet traced circles in the dirt as she went back and forth on the swing. It was a hot Texas summer evening.
By Susan Smith7 years ago in Filthy
Just Give Me One Shot...
Fuck! Why is my body acting like this right now? I'm extremely wet, like so wet my panties are uncomfortable, but the way the cold, soaking fabric is rubbing against my core makes me want to pleasure myself right here on this bar stool. Oh yeah, I'm at a bar right now, its down the street from my house and after seeing my boyfriend fucking my best friend in my bathroom, it was way to much for me. I stormed out of the house, still wearing my tight red and black party dress with my black red bottom heels, its Alexis's—My best friend—birthday today and we celebrated.
By Rage Mikealson7 years ago in Filthy