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Physical
PHYSICAL Chapter 1: I FEEL PHYSICAL, Physical, Physical! Ashley, Emily and Jessica all met 10 years ago, after they married three men who were best friends and business partners. They became the step-mother's of 8 year old boys that each husband had. The boy's birth mothers were all killed, when they were on a shopping trip to the outlet mall, when a drunk driver crossed over the median and hit them head on. [Please don't drink and drive!]
By James B Morgan4 years ago in Filthy
The Spa
I got out of my car and my eyes were met with an amazing view of the night sky. As I stood there looking up, my mind was taken for a ride through space without trepidation. Each star brushed my soul as I was guided through a sea of sparkling gems. They hung in the darkness, like beads of shiny rain drops, clinging to a spider’s web. There were no direct pathways, no rules, no plans, just a feeling of eternal peace. I was momentarily lost.
By Shannon Burger4 years ago in Filthy
A Late Night Locker Room, Part One
It was late Friday night and I had no plans, but it had been a long week so I needed to blow off some steam. I briefly contemplated jerking off, but had done that every night this week and was still feeling stressed. Eventually I decided to pack some workout clothes in a bag and go check out the new twenty-four hour gym that had just opened across town.
By Dick Buttersworth4 years ago in Filthy
"Under His Skin"
“UNDER HIS SKIN” ‘A new sensation’ -A Gay Erotic short story- By Chris M Richards. Warning: This is a story for adults only. Content contains graphic sexual descriptions that cannot be shared with those under the age of 18+. This story is a fictional fantasy written for entertainment only.
By Chris M Richards4 years ago in Filthy
Losing It.
I was Freshman when I lost my virginity. It was the perfect Friday afternoon in San Francisco. All the fog had cleared and the sky was left with streaks of white clouds against the blue sky. It was also super warm out, it felt like Indian summer had come early. My boyfriend a Senior at the time was so hot, standing about 5‘8, Japanese and White, wearing ripped up vintage tee’s with tight dark blue jeans and combat boots. His name was Max.
By Kyle Thomas Shea4 years ago in Filthy
