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A Peculiar Set up
“Cherry!” My manager's voice boomed over the clang and chatter from the kitchen crew. It didn’t take him long to figure out where I ran off too once the rush died down. After a night of being berated by high society folks It was nice to find a (semi) quiet place to unwind.
By Sarah Lujan 5 years ago in Filthy
The Tempest
HER: I have always abided by every rule. I have never broken any laws. I have always restraint myself from many things but that night, in that room I set myself free. I did things that I never knew I can even do. I let myself go and ended my existence because that night I began to live.
By Madelyne Reynoso5 years ago in Filthy
If Music Be The Food Of Love...
Usually, by the time one approaches the second glass of Merlot, one has a sense of how well things are going – by which is meant how likely it is that the current interview will lead to subsequent intercourse (verbal) and – after the appropriate Bacchanalian delights – further debauchery.
By Tristan Stone5 years ago in Filthy
The Woman in the Black Dress
I can't believe I am doing this. Why am I doing this? Here I am in this nice limo heading to an unknown location about to go on a blind date. I keep thinking to myself, "Can I tell the driver to pull over...Nope that would be rude of me" As I begin to sweat under my suit I check my phone and see a message from Ben. He sent me a smiley emoji and says, "You can do it kid! Don't embarrass yourself!" I put my phone up in annoyance. Long story short Ben signed me up for a blind date without telling me because he says I need to get back out into society since my last breakup. I don't blame him because honestly I have been a turtle hiding in my shell since I lost my "heart". As my mind begins to go down the rabbit hole of despair, the limo abruptly stops. The driver opens the door and before I can get out of the limo my heart stops.
By Joaquin Lee5 years ago in Filthy
A good telling off
This a story that starts a very long way from those usually on the site but gets there in the end, I promise. It started with an activity I do a lot with my fiancé, blowing up zombies on her game system. Its something we had in common when we got together 4 years ago, both keen on shooting various beings with as much gore as possible.
By ASHLEY SMITH5 years ago in Filthy
Mile High
“…the seatbelt sign has now been switched off; you are free to walk around the cabin…” Macy undid her belt, shifting in her seat so she could get closer to her husband. “You know what I’d like to do right now?” she whispered directly into Sandy’s ear, keeping her voice soft and low to pull his attention from the Captain’s message.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Part Four of - I Accidentally Fell in Love With My Ex "Best Friend's" Ex-Boyfriend
Back again to write more in this series about how I accidentally fell in love with my "best friend's" ex-boyfriend. You may wonder why I have a picture of a bottle of whisky and a bottle of wine; well, all you need to know is whisky and wine is my kryptonite. If I mix these two things, it's a guaranteed blackout, and I mixed these two things this very night way back in April 2018.
By Kayla Nicole 9995 years ago in Filthy
Chapters
Tonight is the night, I got up the courage to tell him how I feel and now it is up to him to reply and tell me how he feels. Keen to know but super nervous to read what he has to say. I am just not sure what to expect, I think he feels the same, I mean... he feels the same.... oh man.. I hope he feels the same! Maybe I should go to sleep and when I wake up in the morning he would have answered me back... hhmmm this is so crazy, for one I am thinking about this way too much and two I am writing it down in my diary and talking to myself, out loud of all things. Ok, ok! Sleep it is! Get a good nights sleep and wake up to a reply and know once and for all how he feels, I mean how he really feels, no more second guessing, no more thinking too much about every word I say or every move I make.
By Melina simpson5 years ago in Filthy
Forgotten Pleasure
Katie giggled at the images on the screen: well-muscled men with massive cocks pounding the flesh of thin, young women. Katie found the poor acting and non-existent plot amusing, so she was surprised to find herself aroused by what she saw. This was the first time she’d looked through Chad’s adult collection. Unlike her friends, Katie didn’t begrudge her husband his porn. To say her libido had dropped after her children were born was an understatement. Chad had given up asking a long time ago; he needed an outlet.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
