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Willpower, Part Three
As soon as the door closed on Katie's small stuffy bedroom I longed to take her in my arms, but she primly declined. "Don't be horrid!" I cried, indignant. She was such a pain when she decided to be like this!
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
The Fantasies of Jaime
“Remember now, Oliver,” Jamie said. “Just tongue, lips, teeth. No fingers. No penetration. That’s for me. Not for you.” “Got it,” Oliver said. He sounded as breathless as I felt.
By Princess Jekey-Green3 years ago in Filthy
Willpower, Part Two
Katie and I sat together on the bus as we headed back to hers after gym. She hadn't showered and smelled more than ever, but at least had changed back into her uniform which included a skirt, and stockings. These she was absent-mindedly tugging up as she sat beside me, one after the other. I stared, unable to drag my eyes away, even though I was fast becoming uncomfortably stiff in my underpants all over again.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Wardens
There was never understanding on time meeting space. They were not separate characters in a sunset that was coming. They were not made in a lab to be tested by another lab. They were not partners.
By TJ Roddy3 years ago in Filthy
Willpower, Part One
"Katie, you're not supposed to wear underwear like that for gym," I told her, very flushed. "Like it's up to you," Katie replied haughtily.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Hip Hop Nights
Hip Hop Night's Episode 1 Pilot By Brian Salkowski
By Brian 3 years ago in Filthy
Tabula Rasa
Read the storm before the calm in the previous story about Gen and her werewolf ex... It was a calm day. Gen opened the window in her bathroom as she cleaned it. The scent of juniper filled her apartment and still the faint scent of burning grass from Vic’s visit — or maybe she just imagined that. Neither of them understood what her episode with Kevin had been about.
By F. Leonora Solomon3 years ago in Filthy
Racing Against Anna, Part Two
The minute I tried to dive under the hurdle, upside-down Anna smartly swung herself the rest of the way to the ground and landed blocking my path, the heels of her sparkling sneakers clapped together. I stumbled, flushing. If I tried what I'd been planning now, I'd run face-first into her feet!
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
A Dirty Christmas Dolly
All I could remember about the night of Christmas Eve was that it was terribly cold at first, but then I woke up in the most peculiar place, under someone’s decorated Christmas tree, wearing nothing but a red bikini!
By Camille3 years ago in Filthy
Reflections of the Future
by: D.R. Humphreys (the DreamWriter) The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own, then again, it was. I mean, it was an older me, wearing different clothes, reflecting the image of another bathroom. There were women's stockings hanging over the shower curtain rod. I wasn't married. I rarely had women to my apartment, and checking to make sure, there were no stockings hanging over my shower rod. Either I was delusional, or I was still lying in bed asleep, ready to be late for work.
By Dennis Humphreys3 years ago in Filthy
Racing Against Anna, Part One
Anna, snugly clad in power-pale shorts that hugged every curve of her, was limbering-up. She'd annihilated every boy in every event today, and now it looked like my turn. If I won, I'd be the first boy to beat her. First as in ever.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Sweat Streams
Sipping spirits, straining sights shrouded stars' spectacular shades subtly shining so seemingly Seductive songs setting scenes
By B3 years ago in Filthy