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Her Dragon Slayer
Part One There weren’t always dragons in the valley, but shortly after they came, he arrived. Mallick was the bastard son of the fairy queen that had been sent into exile. He had arrived in their valley with nothing but the clothes on his back, the first dragon he slayed had earned him what was left of the village and ten chests of gold and jewels. He had taken that treasure and built a stone fortress into to the mountain, and that was where everyone went when they needed help, or protection from the dragons.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
Taken by Lesbians
Patsy gave Dora a big smooch on the lips and pushed her onto the couch. “So what do you think, built-in bookshelves floor to ceiling? Steampunk style with wood and metal?”
By Bam Kizbee4 years ago in Filthy
The Doomsday Shift
Tom was laying in his hammock, his wife, Doreen was laying beside him. The kids were swimming in the water hole that he had made. It was a warm summer day and they were all just taking it easy and resting up, it was a day off from work, for everyone. They were going to have a picnic later on. They seldom had days like this one, and Tom was enjoying it immensely. He loved to just lay beside his wife and hold her. Tom closed his eyes and was just soaking up the warmth from the day.....
By Darlene Dawson4 years ago in Filthy
A Sexy Sultry Sorority Girl
It's a beautiful Indian summer night. I take her hand; she grabs her shoes. She's walking barefoot. I take off my loafers. We walked hand-in-hand, holding our shoes.
By Timothy Kincaid4 years ago in Filthy
For the love of an It
Eve saw him on the other side of the room and time stood still. It felt like watching a movie, like fantasy was making reality disappear. That click. That hum. That look when you meet a man's eyes and you know he's the only man. Of course it had to be a fantasy. What other explanation could there be for knowing that a complete stranger was the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with? But that man was no stranger, though that could also be a fantasy. After all, a long time had passed. Eve stared at her drink before she dared to look at him again, but this time he turned and, although he was disappointed to see that the man did not share her fascination, she was able to study him to his heart's content. She was almost certain it was Luke. She had black hair and a proud face that Eve looked at as if she wanted to memorize her features or remember them. Hard, smart black eyes, a Roman nose and a mouth that was both seductive and ruthless. She was attractive and sexy, and had a confident look. The room was full of rich and prosperous men, but he stood out with his golden skin that shone like silk and his muscular body. He looked like an aristocrat from another era, but at the same time he was a modern man. Eve used to get an idea of people quickly, but she could have stayed there all afternoon. The man was wearing elegant clothes: a white shirt with a strong body and black trousers that highlighted his long legs. hard and muscular. Although he was calm, he exuded a vitality that made the other men seem insignificant. He had his head tilted to one side and listened to the blonde woman next to him wearing a shiny dress. The woman spoke with an enthusiasm that suggested to Eve that she was not the only conscious person in front of a man who seemed to be from another world. But this did not surprise her, because any woman in the fullness of her mental faculties should feel attracted to him. The woman spoke with an enthusiasm that suggested to Eve that she was not the only conscious person in front of a man who seemed to be from another world. But this did not surprise her, because any woman in the fullness of her mental faculties should feel attracted to him. The woman spoke with an enthusiasm that suggested to Eve that she was not the only conscious person in front of a man who seemed to be from another world. But this did not surprise her, because any woman in the fullness of her mental faculties should feel attracted to him.
By Ianis😜4 years ago in Filthy
Touch my soul
"Don't tell me you're not ready yet, Dante!" We should have been there by now! I hear the brunette's tickling voice as she nervously enters the bedroom.
By Ianis😜4 years ago in Filthy
Let me love you
get off my dad's plane and breathe in the fresh, inviting air of New York, a city that has always welcomed me with open arms. It smells like new world, summer and new home. A new stage in my life follows, a new page that begins with the landing of my and my step-sister, Samantha, at JFK International Airport.
By Ianis😜4 years ago in Filthy
Under the Full Moon's Light
Richard was elated when Wilbur told him that he accepted his proposal and would be giving him Gwen's hand in marriage. Never doubting that his proposal would be accepted, Richard already had many of the wedding preparations started. However, having this confirmed to him caused Richard to go into a craze, he wanted to have Gwen as soon as possible. As a result, Richard ordered all the wedding preparations pushed to be finished as soon as possible. Richard's excitement could be felt throughout the town. Everyone knew that Richard was the Minister's son and this was going to be one of the biggest weddings the town had ever seen. Richard packed almost every business in town with wedding orders; flowers, cakes, food for 500, and of course a beautifully tailor made dress for his beautiful bride. He wanted this day to be perfect. Of course, "perfect" was whatever standard Richard demanded. Not once during the wedding planning process had the thought ever crossed Richard's mind to consider what Gwen would want or be comfortable with. Charlotte could see that Gwen was doing the best she could to keep a smile on her face, after the night the sisters were told the news, Gwen hadn't let a single tear stain her face. As they went about the town being ushered from place to place being shown all the decadent things Richard planned to have at the wedding, Gwen would smile nod and every once in a while she would mutter a quiet little,
By S.J. Parker4 years ago in Filthy
Love is Part VII
We are the ones who are unexpected, doubted and pushed aside. The basket cases. The rebellious bunch. The fighters and the truth seekers. We are the wounded warriors transforming our pain into pleasure and breaching through the paradox. We are fearless and we are coming for everything that is ours. It’s our time.
By 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝐼𝓈 𝒮𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 🌹4 years ago in Filthy
My Southern Gentleman 8
"He's g-gone," Jewel sobbed. December gasped. "He died?" Jewel nodded. "They j-just told me five minutes ago. His heart stopped during surgery, and they c-couldn't restart it."
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Filthy
My Southern Gentleman 7
On Christmas day, December, Damian, and all Damian's family went to the nursing home to visit Alan. December noticed that Paul and Fawn were holding hands and beaming at one another.
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Filthy
My Southern Gentleman 3
Damian parked the car and went around to the backseat, where his daughter still slept peacefully in her car seat. Very carefully, so as not to awaken her, he took the carrier out of its base, and he and December walked to the front door.
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Filthy