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The Loner's Retreat: Part 1, Cassian & Lucia
CASSIAN Loner's Retreat. Four thousand square feet of beach land in Mexico, and it all belonged to Cassian Romano now. Or at least it will be, when he convinced the current owner, Lucia Johnson to sell it to him. According to his real estate developer, she was behind on a few payments and the bank was pressuring her to come up with the money soon, or she'd be out by the end of the month. The property had been in her family for generations but over the years, the maintenance on this place became expensive and business went down during a big storm last summer, when the gusty winds alone tore through this place like a tornado. Cassian would have it renovated with modern touches and sold at a higher price as soon as he got this Lucia out of the way. He'd never met her in person, but he had seen a few pictures of her on some promotional ads online for the retreat. Cassian would be lying if he told himself he didn't find her the least bit attractive. Her shoulder-length dark and wavy tresses and dark eyes were what caught his attention at first. Now that she was on her knees, pulling weeds out of the garden with her perfectly round ass sticking up in the air and sounds of her frustrated grunts filled his ears, Cassian felt his dick harden.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Things I Didn't Know Being A Young Writer (Pt. 1)
To preface this, I have been writing since I was about seven years old. My sisters introduced me to fan fiction and I was immediately hooked. In my 13 years of writing experience, I always thought I would write a book and be published young. It was honestly my dream. It is always harder than you think.
By Sora Strife8 years ago in Filthy
Polyamory: Chapter 1, An Introduction
“I’m not boyfriend material.” What an opener. We had only just met, we’d been apart less than 10 minutes and those were the words he chose for his opening text. I barely knew what material the clothes I was wearing were made off, let alone the type I’d want my next shag to be. Now, call me old fashioned, but I always thought “Hey, we met at the bar last night, how’s your head this morning?" or something frivolous like that was the way to start a conversation.
By Stella Stamper8 years ago in Filthy
Depraved and Enslaved
Erotic novels are absolutely nothing new. From ancient Greek lesbian Poet Sappho, who wrote, "Eros, again now, the loosener of limbs troubles me, Bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable creature..." and referred to her schoolgirl lover as "Like the sweet-apple reddening high on the branch, High on the highest, the apple-pickers forgot, Or not forgotten, but one they couldn’t reach."
By Christopher Wagoner8 years ago in Filthy
Writing for Adult Sites
Writing for adult websites may seem simple, but in my albeit brief experience, it’s harder than you might think. I was trying to earn a few pounds by bidding to do small writing jobs brought to my attention by a go between agent. I wrote once about decorating concrete paths, another time about guns for a soldier doing a test at work. So, when the job called for 70 short pieces for a new adult web cam site I decided to give it a try. It sounded like an easy few pounds but was much harder to do then I thought it would.
By ASHLEY SMITH8 years ago in Filthy
Promise To Be Tender: Part Nine
We stayed stretched out in the bunny rabbit bed sheet fort for awhile, recovering and mellow. I pondered the power of what we had done. Our sex was hot, but loving, too. Jenny came twice, and I couldn't erase the fucking smile from my face. That was when I told the girls that it had been my first time having "doggy style," and Jenny laughed and rubbed the front of my boxers.
By LP Steinbeck8 years ago in Filthy
Sex Files: Part 11 (Sky)
So, I was living with my buddy D-Rail at the time, I had been in quite the dry spell. Working at Jimmy Johns, trying to get school back on, and my life back on track. Things hit me pretty hard, to be honest but, I wasn't about to give up on anything. D-Rail and Mah called my stressed behavior out as a, "You needa get laid kid" kind of moment so, D-Rail called up his girl, who called up a friend of hers to come out and play around. Sky was her name and she was a bad bitch for sure.
By Zachery Lee8 years ago in Filthy
Sex Files: Part 10, Naomi
There was this girl at the last high school I went too, Naomi. She was, or seemed to be, one of the popular girls. I hadn't noticed her much until I heard that she thought I was cute. Some of the "friends" I had hung around her, so I would wave and say hi but, it never REALLY went anywhere. Not until one day, she approached me and asked why we never hung out. She ended up in my 2nd hour class so we saw each other more often than usual, which definitely sparked some curiosity on both ends. One thing led to another and before you know it, I was picking her up to go hang out back at my place.
By Zachery Lee8 years ago in Filthy
Promise To Be Tender: Part One
Confession time. I have been couch-surfing at the homes of different friends for several months without much effort made to find my own place. All but one are unattached guys like me. I never stay long with any of the guys if I have a chance to stay with my one female friend, Kris.
By LP Steinbeck8 years ago in Filthy
