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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
Darkside: What's a Girl to Do?
A tall, broad chested figure walked slowly to Sarah’s car. She couldn’t make out his face because it was still early and still dark. Her heart pounded as the cop got closer. Her chest grew heavy, making simple breathing difficult; like giving a speech to a crowd of 1,000 people. Sarah kicked herself. She should not have used that card. Now, the police have been alerted and she was going to go to jail, then Joseph would take her away to do unspeakable things to her.
By Jennifer Cypert7 years ago in Filthy
The Train
Lee boards the train not really knowing what is waiting for him, he just thinks about the business trip that he is taking and how long it's going to be; he finds an empty cabin and puts his bags away wishing for the time to fly by, so he can get off and go. Waiting has never been one the things that Lee is good at and he sits down and waits for the five-hour train ride to be over; this will be the ride of his life and doesn’t even know it yet. The next four hours fly by, only slowing when the train stopped to pick up new passengers. At the four-hour mark the train does its usual thing to stop for new passengers, only this time it's different. A woman with dark brown hair looking to be about 5'7'' gets on and goes right to the cabin that Lee is riding in, she poles her head in and Lee sits up straighter and takes notice of her big brown eyes. Jen, her names is Jen, asks if she can sit in the cabin with Lee complaining the other cabins are too noisy and that she just wants to find a nice quiet place to sit and rest.
By Two Lips7 years ago in Filthy
Fantasy Games
He walked over to me and gently took my hands, sat down on the bed, and put me over his knee. Then he pulled my skirt up and slid my panties down by my knees, and gave me a few firm slaps on the bottom, telling me as he did that I had been a really bad girl today, and that I had to be punished so I would learn not to be so bad. Then he stopped spanking me and began rubbing my pink bottom, caressing it and gently moving my legs apart as he did. I was wet with anticipation, and hot for the fact that he knew I liked being spanked. I ached inside with the thought of what would come next, when he suddenly slid his finger inside me and began moving it around and in and out at the same time, causing me great waves of what was the beginning of a huge orgasm.
By Denise Willis7 years ago in Filthy
Mercy
She could hear his footsteps. They were heavy and muffled but they were coming in her direction, closer and closer, until they stopped in front of her door.
By Amanda Lyons7 years ago in Filthy
Jizzemboweler (Part 02)
Her mouth closed over his meat in a wet, sultry heat he closed his eyes to. Her tongue slipped over his head, encircling it, while her hand continued to fondle his nuts. She mixed it all with timely administrations of slight teeth gratings that sent panic-tainted electric excitement through him. His cock bulged, growing until he felt the vein-laced, porous meat inside might burst from its skin. Finally, he could hold his buildup back no more. She brought him to climax.
By Made in DNA7 years ago in Filthy
Jizzemboweler (Part 01)
"Permission tat, please." The man smiled at the female security officer guarding the gate of the Floating World and nodded, "Of course."
By Made in DNA7 years ago in Filthy
Exes and Oh's: Part 13
MARLEY Photography was often a hobby I turned to on the days where words weren't enough to express how I felt. So I took it upon myself to capture anything and everything that held both beauty and melancholia at this old and abandoned beach house near Sylvan Beach on Bayshore Drive. I ran into its owner at the supermarket the other day and since we're both photographers at heart, she handed me the keys and offered to let me take pictures whenever I felt like it. Since I was taking time off from the magazine and everything else for that matter, I figured I'd take the time to go back to my first love, taking photos.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Exes and Oh's: Part 8
SERENA "Are we going to talk about it? Or just pretend like Michael didn't just rock your world last week," I mentioned as Marley joined me at our favorite table at Fiona's Cafe for a late lunch. She handed me my caramel frappucino along with a side of avoidance. She knew this was coming. I was pushy and overprotective and wanted nothing but the world for her. I was concerned she and Michael were getting caught up in something they couldn't come back from.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Exes and Oh's: Part 7
MARLEY This was it. The defining moment. The final round that would determine who won this poker game. Michael had the upper hand thanks to me. Prior to this game starting, he had oddly requested I sit on the armrest of the sofa while Freddy sat next to me. Now I know it was because he wanted me to tell him what cards Freddy had in his deck. They must've had a good wager going if Michael couldn't afford to lose.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Do You Love Me Like This?
Do You Love Me Like This? The gazelle had a dream. Sometimes in the afternoon when the sun was hottest, this dream became so real for her she stood quite still for hours, lost in imagination. She learned to pose a certain way, lifting her delicate face, extending her hind legs to show the graceful curve. Always mindful of dark eyes watching her, she pretended to be unaware.
By Marian Toews8 years ago in Filthy
Open Your Eyes
The sun had finally set behind the horizon, the smell of rain filled the air, as the cold of the night set in. Ellie pulled her jacket tighter around her body, leaning against the wall to see around the line of people filing out of the nightclub. Temptations await you was spray painted on the bricks just under the welcome sign. She stood on her tiptoes to see over the ridiculously tall man in front of her. He smelled like tobacco and body odor, she gagged and stepped back into her place in line.
By Artemis Herondale8 years ago in Filthy