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The Best Friend
I take a sip of my beer and look at my best friend sitting across from me. He is a tall, over 6ft, shaved head, stubbled, muscled, gorgeous, big softy. His lopsided smile lights up his navy blue eyes and makes every girl in a 5ft radius melt and want to be the one to make him smile again. He is so adorable, that every one of those girls that he lets make him smile run all over his heart and he comes to me, asking where he goes wrong and why can't he find a nice girl?
By Fiona Morgan8 years ago in Filthy
The First Time
Xander sighed, a soft smile on his face as he placed down the final petal. It was perfect, just like the movies. And he still had some time to spare before Willow would be showing up. If she showed up? She would definitely show up. He was positive.
By Rebecca Sanchez8 years ago in Filthy
The Skull Man: Part 3
HAZEL His hands were always ice cold. He barely touched her, but she could tell by how the others shivered at his caress. Fear contributed to their shaking bodies, of course. That unrelenting feeling of dread pooling at the bottom of your stomach, consistently reminding you how breakable you really are beneath your mask, was nothing compared to the torture she'd be forced to put them through soon.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
The Skull Man: Part 2
DANTE "Who's that woman in the white dress?" Trevor Lee, Dante Jones' defense lawyer asked the question as he chowed down the burger from the driver's seat of his BMW. Dante noticed Trevor trying to advert his eyes from the petite woman waiting for him on his front steps and it only made him smirk. Normally he would keep things short and simple with Trevor, or anyone else who he came across. It was better that way. But today, he felt extremely grateful for everything Trevor had done to gain his freedom, and he decided to actually have a conversation with him this time to repay him.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Loner's Retreat: Santana & Jonas, Part 6
JONAS He couldn't tell if he was having another mind-blowing wet dream, but it felt real enough to make his dick hard. Jonas could feel the pulling of the tip of his cock into someone's mouth and the sensation left him speechless, rendering his body helpless against whoever was giving him such pleasure. When he decided to open his eyes to see who it was, he was disappointed to see nothing but darkness surrounding him. His wife was sound asleep next to him, wearing one of his t-shirts, her naked behind sticking out of the comforter, tempting him to take her from behind like he was dying to.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Hope and Aba
Her eyes cannot move off of Aba’s form. Hope found her own breath catching. She has to stop. Knowing it’s wrong to want her best friend. But the months in agony pretending nothing has changed. Everything is different. 'Aba if only you knew.' The thought teases across Hope’s mind. 'Is it time? Am I ready? Will she leave?' More thoughts torture her mind. Hope didn’t know what to do. All she wanted is to belong to Aba. Finally Hope tears her gaze away from Aba.
By Jessica Montgomery8 years ago in Filthy
Loner's Retreat: Santana & Jonas, Part 5
SANTANA Halfway through Thanksgiving dinner, Santana was starting to worry Daniel wasn't going to show up. She'd left a message for him with his grandmother, along with her business card, since he wasn't there when she had arrived along with Dylan and Lucia. His grandmother, who's name was Carmen De Jesus, had been a very short host. Didn't smile even once in her presence, but she encountered that alot with undocumented workers in the past. They thought of all law enforcement as bad people and she was no exception to them in their eyes. Until she freed them of their burdens of course. She never left a case unfinished. One minute too late could cause an entire family to fall apart and Santana wouldn't be able to live with herself if she'd been part of that.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
