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Falling for Miriam
Dex I had placed ads on fetish websites many, many times. I’d even gotten girls to answer me. But Miriam was the first one to show up. We had arranged to meet in the parking lot at the mall. I told her what my pickup looked like and where I’d park.
By Bam Kizbee4 years ago in Filthy
The Vampire's Human Mate: Leaving Pain for Passion
Jayne walked a little quicker, tugging at her husband’s arm and pulling him closer, ignoring his mutterings. as the cold wind whipped around her. She had felt a strange presence for days, movement in the edges of the shadows, whispers in the quiet, early hours of the morning. It had never felt threatening before, but today the wind had an edge to it. It had started as they had left the store. She would call it malevolent if it was possible for the wind to give off feelings.
By Lorelei_Sands4 years ago in Filthy
Temperance
Temperance woke as soft rays of sunshine gleamed into her eyes. Her naked skin dripped with cool dew drops. She slowly rose to a sitting position, dark waves of hair falling over her exposed breasts. Her hazel eyes took in her surroundings, trees dancing silently in the breeze. Her gaze falling upon her spotted mare.
By Juniper Woodstone4 years ago in Filthy
Your Son is in The Yacht Club
It's ironic and also disgusting that I'm re-reading Lolita, I need to clear my head and not cave into an urge when this young woman arrives for the weekend. I'm laying on my bed in boxers, the sheets I changed a few days ago, reading every page twice. I'm lonely but that's okay because my sheets have been keeping me company, I thought it was a good idea to start doing my own laundry, not letting Mother know what I've been doing in my free time in my room with the door closed. I don't watch porn, I don't look at naked pictures, I don't even use my imagination, just the words off pages in books, the pictures painted for my pleasure. I forget the name but I recently read a book and a woman was on a beach alone in her bikini and it wasn't sunny. It was cloudy, windy, not chilly but humid even without the sun... I'm still reading, and my hand moves down my own body, but I stop it. Everything in this moment feels like a Tyler The Creator video. I get up and walk over slow and turn the record player off. I'm looking out the window that overlooks the driveway of the beach house. Large hedges on both sides, gravel leading down to the road, cars in the circle lot. No new ones yet though. I do not throw on a shirt when I walk over to the dresser that's holding my clothes inside up against the plaid wallpaper. Tacky. I hear voices after I close my eyes for a few minutes still standing, hearing the car she's in pulling in. The company got out, said hello as I watched from the window. Taking out their expensive luggage from their expensive car and she got out too. Headphones, sunglasses on. Bikini on, it was black like the one that woman wore in the story, she even had a towel wrapped around her waist. But it was her large breasts that caught my attention, they seemed as to be the size of the suitcases, if I grabbed them would it be considered helping? I heard the voices in the house now, I looked myself over in the mirror in my room before going down, what did I see? I walk down the spiral steps slow, the conversation getting louder as I approach from above. The first thing I see is her blonde thick hair tied up while her face is looking at her phone glued to it like I want to be glued to her chest. I said my hellos to her mother and has the only man in the house at the time (the other being on the yacht) I grabbed their bags, me and the nymphet did not speak yet but I noticed she looked at my shorts, I looked at her and she smiled, I said hello, she said hello back as she followed me to her room. I put her bags down, I left the room. Walked into my room and put pants on. I put a record on and played Spill the Wine as I used my imagination to fuck her. It felt uncomfortable so I didn't want much detail, but in my head was a place of dangerous lust.
By Jackson Picco 4 years ago in Filthy
Requited
Morning light shone through the pale-yellow curtains, warming my soft sweater as I curled up on the sofa with morning coffee. The clouds had parted, giving the sun its time to melt the newly fallen snow. My thoughts wandered back to the previous night and my lips lifted in a smile.
By JB Ingland4 years ago in Filthy
Good Sex continued.
Fast forward six months; Brad and I have seen each other every week; two times where we went about ten to fourteen days without contact, and on the rare occasion twice per week. Our nightly interludes last about four and a half hours; the only planned thing is the time and place of meet-up.
By Shannon Lemire4 years ago in Filthy
A Series: Chapter 8.
Nervously Steve follows Marissa into her home after she opens the door with her key "Well here it is" She says starting to take off her shoes and hanging her coat. Steve does the same "Here come to the kitchen I want to show you something" She says leading him into the kitchen. A small detached home with the kitchen being only separated by a counter from the other room (which was a TV room and dining room split in two) Marissa stretches up, her belly being shown from her shirt and pulls down two glass flutes. "So, I just ordered these online last Tuesday and I loveee them" She holds them up and hands one of the flutes with a tacky, basic design on them to Steve "Oh wow" He tries to sound enthusiastic (not really caring about the damn glass) "They're cute right? I got them specifically for mimosas" She laughs as she places her glass down on the counter. Marissa then walks over to the fridge and bends over as she opens it looking for champagne and orange juice (on the bottom shelf?). Steve holding his glass is starring at her ass, mouth open and his grip on the flute tightens. She grabs the items and closes the fridge pouring them into her glass "You want one, right? Stevie don't let me drink alone" Steve nods and she fills his glass too, but she made his heavier on the champagne "Okay so I know I dragged you over her to hangout and help me straighten up, rearrange and whatever and we are already drinking sorry" She laughs sarcastically knowing she isn't sorry. "Hey, no worries, like I work...harder when I'm a little buzzed" He says back making her laugh "I bet you do" She takes a sip, but her eyes don't leave Steve's vision as she sips slow.
By Jackson Picco 4 years ago in Filthy
I didn't know love could feel like this
I despise funeral homes. I can't stand the smell. It's overwhelming and sickening, like something you'd expect from a horror movie or depression-era novel that details what happens after death grips people's souls in its cold embrace,
By Irina Patterson4 years ago in Filthy
A Series: Chapter 17.
Standing outside of Benoit's down by the street, next to an alley in the same suit he was wearing for the interview, Steve is smoking a cigarette. After a few drags a woman, older, wearing blue jeans and a low cut black shirt comes outside the restaurant and walks over close to him. She lights a cigarette.
By Jackson Picco 4 years ago in Filthy
