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Vincent
Droplets of something sweet fall on my lips. It was the blood of someone not from this land, but from afar, almost flowery, like chamomile. I wake up looking to see Vincent standing over me with someone's neck above my face. I pull it to me, too weak to raise up. It was a woman. Her soft, black hair fell on top of me, covering my face. Aromatic waves of lavender and honey hit my nose. I breathed her in like the best cocaine a drug lord kept for himself.
By Jennifer Cypert7 years ago in Filthy
Vincent
We stayed in the shower for hours, fucking, kissing, biting, growling, cumming. Our bodies wrapped together in gravity defying acrobatics, never tiring. The one thing that made us stop was our will, yet, even that was hard to tame.
By Jennifer Cypert7 years ago in Filthy
Vincent
"Will I still get to see my family?" I ask, tears in my eyes, suddenly aware of the notion of never seeing them again. "Of course you can. I am a vampire, not a monster," Vincent replied, reassuringly, putting a hand on my shoulder.
By Jennifer Cypert7 years ago in Filthy
Wet Sheets Saga
"Where IS he?" I think to myself. I've been coming to this same coffee shop day after day hoping for a chance to run into Michael again. I really have no clue why though. Maybe it's just curiosity.
By laticia lorde7 years ago in Filthy
Life After Love: Part 11
SERENA The appetites for twin baby boys was no joke. I've been breastfeeding for at least two hours now, back and forth, back and forth. My nipples were raw and I needed a break. I pumped what I had left in me into a few bottles for the middle of the night, which was when they loved to wake us up. I had no idea why we even bothered to have a damn nursery when they just kept sleeping with us.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Filthy
Vincent
My heart is beating and I have little wispy butterflies in my stomach as I return with the waters. I wasn't gone long, but I was glad to be back. There is something about his presence that intimidated and pulled me to him. I felt sexy and alive when I was around him and yet not myself at all. I looked forward to coming to work, just so I could sit across from him in the cubical.
By Jennifer Cypert7 years ago in Filthy
Romancing Satan
Have you ever heard the idiom "The devil is not so black as he is painted?" Figuratively it means a person isn't as bad as people say he or she is. When I say it I mean it quite literally. The devil may not be as bad as people say. There is that theory but then there is also the thought that maybe my soul is more damaged and corrupt than people say. Maybe I'm not painted nearly as black as I should be. Why else would I dream of romancing Satan?
By Susie Brooks7 years ago in Filthy
Bow Wad Bowshock (Part 02)
Part 01 here _____ Never before in his life had he experienced the extra-genital regions of another being's body. It was arousing sexploration on the purest level. Yet, he had to free himself of this mad woman and her space crabs.
By Made in DNA7 years ago in Filthy
A Lustful Heart
Her heart's deepest desire was to be loved. She wanted to be loved as much and as deeply as she loved. In her innermost secret places, she was a romantic who believed love could fix anyone, heal anything, tie the tightest bonds and give the most freedom. In fact she attached most of her emotions and awareness to love. Very unhealthy, she knew, however her sense of self worth, her sense of belonging, her fear of abandonment and rejection were tied up in love. She couldn't help believing that love would make everything in her world right and whole.
By Jasmine Smith7 years ago in Filthy
Blowad Bow Shock (Part 01)
She had crabs. Very large, very brutal fuckers. The very sight of them engulfed his flesh in an uncontrollable burn-itch that mushroom-clouded forth from his groin. Chagrined, he quickly waved the cloud away.
By Made in DNA7 years ago in Filthy
Strike 2
Heat. It was kind of heat that would slap you in the face and put your mother’s stove in the summer to shame. No life, no vegetation other than the mirages your mind conjured as you looked in the distance as the verdant green mirage of a wadi dissipated. It was Summer Break according to the calendar back home. Your sister would be giggling with friends as they were getting ready to go to the Lake for the yearly sojourn back to Heron Cove. Closing your eyes momentarily memories of the cool breeze off the water as you sat on the deck and watched the sunset, an ice cold beer in hand... you were shaken from your reverie as you were jostled by a fellow Marine. Breathing in the sun baked air, you hoisted your pack and walked down into the pits of Hell.
By Blake N.7 years ago in Filthy
The Hotel
It was becoming a long week for Sarah; these business trips were not all that fun to go on, but she had no choice in the matter. She is the best market research advisor her company has and so they send her on all the business trips. She was going to be leaving for home the next day so after her meetings were all done she headed back to her hotel to have a few drinks at the bar and people watch before she went up to her room and packed for the trip home. The bar was not as crowded as she had seen before, so she found a booth in the back and ordered a dirty martini. Not long after she sat down with her drink did a man come over to talk. He was a tall man with a handsome face and a body of a god, Sarah could tell he was trouble, but she didn’t care because she would be gone the next day anyway. He asked to join her introducing himself as Jake. Jake was a contractor who was in town also on a business trip and was looking for some company before he went back home, he saw her from across the room and had to come over.
By Two Lips7 years ago in Filthy