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A Man's Toy
The naked man in the gilded cage didn’t lift his head right away when I entered the room. He was a little older than the last one, fairer skinned… perhaps a touch more muscular. He would be handsome of features, of course—they were all handsome. He rose as I approached, smiling at me through the bars.
By Bey Deckard5 years ago in Filthy
Heat
‘As thus: mine eye’s due is thy outward part, And my heart’s right thy inward love of heart’ Shakespeare, Sonnet No. 46. Sacha was a music teacher, an accomplished pianist whose guitar was an extension of himself. He had delicate hands and long, lean, spatulate fingers that plucked the guitar strings in a way that would make your heart weep. Sacha was a quiet, solitary person who enjoyed his own company, only venturing on nights out for a drink with a couple of close friends occasionally. Of course, that somewhat precluded the opportunity to meet Mr Right. Despite his introverted character, Sacha was quick-witted and easy-going. His friends were always bemoaning his single status asking how it could still be so when he was such a great guy and so easy on the eye too. Sacha wasn’t blind, he could see when he looked in the mirror that there wasn’t a monster looking back at him. He was one inch off six feet tall. He was lean but solid, thanks to years of playing football. His long black hair was usually tied in a plait revealing his high cheek bones, full, red lips and bright blue eyes. Unfortunately what Sacha’s friends did not know was that it wasn’t just Mr Right that Sacha was looking for. He had known for a long time that he was naturally submissive and because he wasn’t comfortable with online dating he had accepted the fact that he would just have to wait for Mr Right to appear. It wasn’t just a sub/dom relationship he wanted but someone who would truly love him, care for him, look after him and direct him but who would appreciate Sacha’s need for independence and solitude sometimes.
By Julie Murrow5 years ago in Filthy
The Day the Party Ended
2019: The Year of the Party (Part II of III) The first month of us being "boyfriends" in January felt like I was on cloud 9. I couldn't imagine that I was going to feel this way again. All of those breathtakingly beautiful butterflies and gut wrenching feelings of happiness and excitement. The fact that we were long distance just sort of added to it. Not only were we both admitting to those feelings - but we couldn't see each other for a while and it added to the longing and the excitement and we decided our first trip we should spend as a couple would be in Cancun.
By Eric Machine5 years ago in Filthy
A New Experience
Elenarra had woken up that morning to a mouthful of sand. As she attempted to open her eyes, she heard seagulls squawking above her. She quickly spit out the sand, crawling slowly towards the water lapping at her feet. She rinsed her mouth out with the briny water, then splashed some in her face quickly. Looking around, all she could see were broken bits of wood lying about her in the sand. The horizon was clear, the complete opposite of the previous evening.
By Kit Kitsune5 years ago in Filthy
