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Your Sweetest Lies
"I'm starving," I said as my stomach began to growl in response. He looked over at me and his eyes grew wide. "I completely forgot to get you some food!" he exclaimed. "I'll go order a pizza, how's that sound? I'm really sorry." He was very apologetic, he must have really felt sorry for forgetting. I smiled.
By Amanda .7 years ago in Filthy
For You I Will – Chapter Two
A Month Later: Admittedly, our situation was strange. I'd been using a lot of my time trying to wrap my head around its complexities.
By Waverleigh Rose Garlington7 years ago in Filthy
Your Sweetest Lies
I bit my lip and looked down at the cold cement floor, hoping he would stop doing this to me. "Don't pretend to be all shy now. I know how you are. You're not the shy girl, you're the party girl. The girl who isn't afraid to get a little dirty." The way he said dirty made my skin crawl. He doesn't know me. He doesn't know a thing about me. Why do I feel so guilty all of a sudden though?
By Amanda .7 years ago in Filthy
For You I Will - Chapter One
The love we shared was like straight out of fiction. I still wake up in the early hours of the morning, in a cold sweat, having dreamt of you. Your skin brushed up against mine and I was in heaven. Those are the best dreams, the ones where you're still here with me. It's the waking up that hits me like a ton of bricks. The sudden realization of your immediate absence. You've been away for so long now but every passing day is a constant reminder that life marches on. Life goes on without you whether I like it or not.
By Waverleigh Rose Garlington7 years ago in Filthy
Your Sweetest Lies
I couldn't talk. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't speak. I didn't even know where I was because my eyesight was blocked by something. All I knew was I was somewhere cold and musty. The air was thick and smelled old and dirty. I was sitting on something. A wooden chair, most likely. I wiggled around to check my assumption. I was right, it was a wooden chair. There was also something wrapped tightly around my wrists, some sort of fabric I was assuming.
By Amanda .7 years ago in Filthy
Every Touch (Pt. 2)
Finally, we got to my new house. The house wasn't huge. It was a two-bedroom, one-bathroom home. I didn't need a big house, nor did I want one. The house was cold when we walked inside. I shivered and wrapped my sweater tighter around my body.
By Amanda .7 years ago in Filthy
Every Touch (Pt. 1)
I wish I could say I liked moving. You'd think moving to a new area would be exciting and refreshing but for me, it wasn't. Moving, to me, means unpacking and heavy lifting which are things I don't like doing. What also makes my move terrible is the fact that it's almost October. October means snow, and snow means cold. I don't like the cold.
By Amanda .7 years ago in Filthy
Pancake House
I’ve waited inside this small restaurant for about 15 minutes…a new discovery. It was hard to find, I had to come to this more obscure part of the city to get here. While I had accidentally found this place, I thought to myself that it was a really niche type of restaurant.
By Camille Juteau7 years ago in Filthy
Hot, Bothered, & Exposed!
Just in case I've never shared this, I'm going to go ahead and share it now as it is very important to this story/blog. Then again, if you've been checking out and following my blogs (for that I thank you and love you big time) you already know this. The fact is I am a big fan of sexy gossip and scandal. I read celebrity gossip blogs, watch and follow celebrity gossip bloggers on YouTube (my YouTube channel), and I do share my opinion on my social media when/if I have one. It's hardly ever that I have any access or pieces of juicy celebrity information that no one has ever heard before as I don't run in those circles to be privy to such information (if I did, YOU KNOW I would be dropping it like it's hot). There are times, though, that because of the type of blogs I write, people will email and share things with me that are so juicy, I have no choice but to turn it into a sexy blog because as I read what is shared, a storyline develops in my head that needs to be shared for the people and by the people... which is me, of course!
By Kai Storm7 years ago in Filthy
In the Service
In the Service©2014, Made in DNA Even in the diplomatic corps' special relations division, Maya Lyn was a sexpert. When Earth needed orifices to open, they called her into to lube them up.
By Made in DNA7 years ago in Filthy
Banging of the Doors of Heaven
Four, five,six, seven, eight. The eighth floor was eerily dark, since it was to be a new wing and on a weekend. Construction workers wouldn't be there until Monday. I walked by one of the first rooms. It was pitch black. Creepy chills ran up my spine.
By Jennifer Cypert7 years ago in Filthy
Playful Seduction, Part 2
I grab him in my hands and tell him I want to taste him… he’s eager to comply and moves slowly rolling off of me onto the bed. I’m enticed by how soft his skin feels as I slide my hands across his chest, dragging my nails gently through his curly chest hairs. As I roll over, I get that faint whiff of his cologne from the movement in the sheets and I’m savoring the taste of him even before I’ve had a chance to put his hardness into my mouth. As I sit up in preparation to mount him he grabs me and removes my gown, exposing my dark, hardened nipples that he gently rubs between his thumb and index finger with his right hand. He grabs my waist to have me bend down to taste myself again, lingering on his lips with his left hand. This man truly knows how to drive me crazy and I love it.
By Charisma Dawn7 years ago in Filthy