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Blue Eyes
It was her eyes. Something about the way they moved across the floor searching for someone, for something. It was as if they were calling me. I could not help but stare. Then her eyes caught mine. My heart stopped for a brief moment hoping it was me she was looking for; then they shifted and I sank back into the dreadful beer I ordered. Man it was horrible, but it was cheap. I decided to head out, another night without a woman in my bed. I grabbed my coat, tipped the waitress and walked out the door, but not without getting a chance to look into those eyes again. They were ocean blue. But they had found what they were looking for, her boyfriend, or husband. A man that was not me.
By Justine Hibbert6 years ago in Filthy
The Lesbian Factor
I will be using the term "straight men" as I write this piece, so before I get any backlash, let me just say, I know—hashtag not all straight men. And technically, I probably shouldn't just be saying "straight men." I should be clarifying that I'm referring more generally to cisgender straight men, or more specifically, probably those who would identify as allocishet.
By Allison Holland7 years ago in Filthy
Married
She walked up and gently pushed me into the wall, wrapping her arm around my waist, pulling herself closer to me. She looked me in the eyes, waiting for permission to kiss me. I nodded breathless. Wanting to feel her body, I pulled her closer with my hands, feeling the curves of her body.
By Brookanne M7 years ago in Filthy
Comfort and Pleasure
Levi was anxious to meet with Tom; it had been almost a month since they'd hung out in person, but their messages had brought up feeling in them both that would need to be expressed. Tom sat across from the tall and thin raven haired man, coffee drinks in hand.
By Kira Lydia G.7 years ago in Filthy
Sex Exploitation
Tammy sat and watched as the camera continuously snapped pictures of the young lady who wore a cowboy hat and nothing else. Letting her eyes roam over the young girl's breasts, amazed how perfect they were. Admiring the flat, flawless stomach, and her sexy, tiny frame. Holding the box fan she walked to the left, so the model's hair would blow a little as Hank snapped his pictures.
By Vivian Heart7 years ago in Filthy
Me, Myself and I
It had been a terrible week. My moves on the new guy had gone unanswered, which was completely understandable seeing as he had a girlfriend. She came to pick him up after work and when I saw her I just went back home with my hopes crushed to a mush. If I wanted to get some action soon I would definitely have to start a Tinder account.
By Clementine Lips7 years ago in Filthy
