relationships
Love, sex, single, committed.
Lust or Love I Can't Decide
“When we first met, it was like lightning struck the ground and electrified every cell inside me. I couldn’t get enough. I felt like a schoolgirl on her first date. Unable to concentrate, constantly thinking about him. It was intense! Something changed though. He was so into the things I liked, we constantly went out. The love notes, the texts…he made me feel like a princess in a movie you know? It’s all so different now. We don’t seem to have anything in common. Our sex life has changed. He gets upset that I’m not interested in just getting “down to it” how can I make him see how much I miss what we had?”
By Rebecca Brooks4 years ago in Filthy
Awakening
I lay on the bed in just my underwear. The summer heat is stifling. Sticky. No breeze moves through the open window. The old metal fan oscillates slowly, hitching at every turn, threatening to quit at any time. The air it blows isn’t much cooler than the rest of the room. Perspiration saturates my hair and sweat trickles down between my newly budding breasts, as I sit up. Grandma is calling me down for supper. I shrug on my thin cotton dress and head down the stairs.
By Tracy Stockard Letts5 years ago in Filthy
Sweet Tooth
"Does that tickle?" His breath caresses her navel as he dribbles chocolate across her chest and down her stomach. The chocolate is sticky and thick and just warm enough that it burns in the most intoxicating ways, leaving a sensual tingling trail over the surface of her skin.
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Filthy
New Years
“Hey, you made it!” I said to Teo as he walked into my apartment on New Years'. I went up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a big hug. I was a few ciders in and feeling fucking hot. I was wearing a mid-riff top and skirt with a slit down the side. It was a warm New Years being mid-summer and I was going to enjoy every moment of heat today. “Can I get you a drink?” I offered.
By Blondie_Sprinkles5 years ago in Filthy
Tales of Bette: Ozzy's Perspective. After the Photo Session
Bette On It: Weird Adolescence. Senior Year 2003-2004. Excerpt... It was Sunday December 21st. Bette and Ozzy were working on their psychology homework together. They weren't in the same class period, but they had the same teacher and the same homework, so it was easy to have an excuse to get together to do the work. The psych homework was done quickly. Bette wore a long skirt that day so if she and Ozzy could have an opportunity to hook up, she'd be able to do so quickly. She also brought her camera with her to get some shots of Ozzy for both photography class and for themselves. She put in a separate roll of film in the camera just for them. She told him to take his guitar and play in a place that felt natural, where he felt his best; he sat on his bed. She told him to keep playing and she would do the rest. He started performing songs from his notebook. She adjusted the blinds and let the natural light come in. It was difficult to work with, but she loved the lines it created on him. The snow outside enhanced the brightness of the sunlight. She gave him a fixed point saying this spot was his audience, if you're going to look, look there. She moved to different points of the room focusing, refocusing, and clicking the camera while he performed for her. She constantly had to adjust the blinds to the changing light, but she didn't care. He was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen and she loved him. She stood in the spot where she told him his fixed-point audience was and she watched him through the camera. He was sexy, passionate, and alive, but something was missing.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her5 years ago in Filthy
