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Don’t Take it Off
The first time he saw me in a dress, I knew all of the things he had told me before, about how beautiful I was, about how sexy I was, about how much he wanted me all the time, were true. I saw it in his eyes. The way he stared at me, even licked his lips when he thought I wasn’t watching.
By thWrtr8 months ago in Filthy
Different Expectations
Nathan hadn’t had much luck in the dating department lately. It had been a few weeks since he’d been out, so when Amber agreed to meet up for a lunch “date“, he jumped at the opportunity. He knew from past efforts that a lunch date didn’t necessarily bode well for the future, but he didn’t care.
By thWrtr8 months ago in Filthy
Just Swipe Right
When I started online dating, I had already heard plenty of horror stories. Most of my friends and colleagues told me they hated it, the very idea of it. The window shopping of the whole thing. They despised the apps and wanted to throw their phones into the ocean for all the good the swiping did them.
By thWrtr8 months ago in Filthy
A Good Sweat; Chapter One: Behind The Gym
“That’s it,” my instructor said as I lifted the bar one more time. “And good!” I sat upright and smiled. It was a personal best.
By Alexander Martin8 months ago in Filthy
Charles’s Adventures
“Charles!” my wife, Amrah, shouted. “What!” I responded. “You didn’t put out the trash again!” “Fuck!” I yelled as I ran down the stairs.
By Alexander Martin8 months ago in Filthy
Thanks for Sharing. Content Warning.
The seven o'clock Narcotics Anonymous meeting is loud as everyone takes turns introducing themselves by first name only, identifying as addicts and alcoholics. The room reverberates with the monotonous introductions. It’s supposed to be a safe space, the place where we lay our cards down, spill the bullshit we’ve built our lives on. But all I can hear is Jerome’s voice, low, murmuring in my ear just before I slip away from the group.
By Stephanie Wright8 months ago in Filthy
A Trench Coat Surprise. Content Warning.
"You think that's sexy?" Ben looked up from the stack of papers he was grading, eyes glancing back down at the magazine that sat between them on the kitchen table, before he looked into his girlfriend's eyes. "I mean, yeah? You don't?"
By thWrtr8 months ago in Filthy
The Dance. Content Warning.
After a few months of dating, we settled into a routine. He knew he didn’t have to, but he still text me before he was on his way over. More often than not he’d even ask if it was okay. I always told him it was, even teased him about it more often than not, but it was endearing.
By thWrtr8 months ago in Filthy
Beau in the Guest Room
Beau pulled Austin’s cheeks apart to admire his fat cock, shiny and slick, fitting perfectly into the tight hole. Austin lay on his stomach, his legs cradled Beau’s back, his arms crossed under his head. Beau leaned in and let his cock push the full length inside Austin.
By Guy Valley8 months ago in Filthy
Keep Playing. Content Warning.
During our first date, as we sat at a small table in a bustling pizza place, I randomly brought up that I play video games. She had smiled at me in a way that I would grow to recognize as an indicator she thought I was adorable, albeit misguided for one reason or another, but still adorable, and then changed the subject.
By thWrtr8 months ago in Filthy
Recall. Content Warning.
I wake up the same way I have for the last three months, on the mornings I was lucky enough to get any sleep at all the night before. With a memory. Not a dream —I don’t remember my dreams anymore— but a recollection of how my days used to start so often.
By thWrtr8 months ago in Filthy
This Tiny Thing Is a Massive Predictor of Divorce, According to an Expert
I’m now a 33-year-old woman living in the suburbs. Setting up a birdhouse outside my home office window is a rite of passage.
By Olivia Chastity8 months ago in Filthy