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Can You Come Over?
“Can you come over?” His voice is soft but he can’t hide the desperation there, and the booze isn’t helping either. She wonders why she answered the phone. At this hour, there’s only one person it would - could - be. “Miss you. Please. Will you come over?” Oh, she thinks to herself as he purrs the last part into the phone. That’s why.
By TheWellReadMillenial5 years ago in Filthy
How I Got Out
I bet you’re like here’s another battered woman telling her story of leaving an alcoholic, pill popper or unemployed “mommas boy”. No see this is about how Prince Charming became my drug and the dealer. He was the source of my mental pain but yet my emotional and sexual healer. This was the first time I felt the saying “Everything that glitters ain’t gold baby”. Because for the first time I seen how someone so perfect, gentle and loving could really be a wolf in sheep skin.
By Healing in the Hood 5 years ago in Filthy
A whirlwind Romance
There is a girl named Anna. She lives with her bestfriend roommate named Shelly. Anna and Shelly have been best friends for 5 years. They first met in High School in their senior year. Shelly had just moved into the town that Anna was living in and just started out at the same school. Anna 17 at the time was walking through the halls at school and not paying attention. She was a bit of a nerd, she was an A+ student and super nice. Anyway she was walking through the halls and bumped into Shelly who was trying to find her locker. “Oh....oh my gosh I am so sorry I was not paying attention I am trying to find my locker” Shelly explained. “Don’t worry about it” Anna said, as she was picking up all her books and paper off the floor. “The name’s Anna. Nice to meet you”. “ Hi Anna, my name is Shelly. I am new here to the school and like I said I am looking for my locker”, “ It is nice to meet you also”. After this awkward encounter Shelly left and continued this frivolous journey of finding her locker. Once Shelly found her locker she had gone down the hallway to the left down another hallway past the girls bathrooms and then took a right. She found her locker and she was right next to the most loved and adored senior guy. His name is Thomas Downing. Tom for short. Tom was super handsome, he had dark brown hair, really pretty hazel eyes and the cutest dimples. Tom saw Shelly and his jaw just dropped.
By Ashley Lynn Hoag5 years ago in Filthy
60 Orgasms in 40 Minutes
My first noteworthy post-divorce dating adventure happens with an irresistibly sexy, very eloquent, and endlessly charming Brit named Andy. He happens to satisfy my three fetishes for the opposite sex: squarish, ultra-masculine fingers; soccer bow-legs; and a low, raspy, radio-worthy voice. We do, however, have a somewhat awkward start to our first date when I obnoxiously dare to order food and Andy proclaims in overt surprise: “I thought we said DRINKS!”. Well, we did, but I happen to have an exceptionally high metabolism, am hungry most of the time, and was too busy chasing my preschooler all day to sit down and have a meal – can’t a girl eat? Andy does put his card down when the bill arrives, but makes sure to immediately declare to me: “NEXT TIME IT’S ON YOU, BABY!”. Despite this anti-chivalrous (and, according to my generous father, whom I eagerly share my exciting LA dating life with on a regular basis, downright revolting) act, the chemistry from the very beginning of our encounter is through-the-roof, to the point where by the end of the date Andy practically rapes me in front of the whole restaurant (yes, I’ve discovered that this can be done in America with no arrest involved!). He then fingers me in the alley on the way to my car, and also performs incredible cunnilingus on me right there in the parking lot. Definitely my hottest date night so far. We both admit to each other that we do not normally do this sort of thing on a first date, but the attraction is just too unbearable to hold back. Sex with Andy is mind-blowing. He actually succeeds in giving me my first ever deep, soul-stretching, earth-shaking, exclusively vaginal orgasm (I have always up until this point needed clitoral involvement). This quickly skyrockets to as many as 60 orgasms within a 40-minute session (and I’m not kidding). We sext about 100 times a day, and for a week I feel euphoric.
By LA Dating Chronicles5 years ago in Filthy
I Lost My Husband During My First Orgy
Getting lost in a crowd is not an unusual occurrence for me. I’ve always been a daydreamer and tend toward introspection, even when I should be paying attention to my surrounds. As my grandfather liked to say, I don’t have a ton of situational awareness.
By Demeter DeLune5 years ago in Filthy
And My Dating Journey Begins
Let’s face it – being single sucks. No matter how many times I desperately try to convince myself that I need to find happiness alone BEFORE attracting Mr. Dream Guy into my already sufficiently joyful life, I unfailingly and repeatedly arrive at this same sad conclusion. As a fresh divorcée, I have the unfortunate naiveté to carelessly believe that I will find my perfect guy pretty much immediately after my divorce. All too quickly I realize it ain’t so easy to find him, especially with the newly developed, post-marriage-failure, persistent conviction that THIS time, I HAVE to get it right. So per my fellow solo female friend’s recommendation, I start reading Arielle Ford’s “The Soulmate Secret” – supposedly the go-to bible for single, lonely women such as myself. (Arielle claims she met her soulmate for the first time at age 44, poor woman). Sure enough, I get a little euphoric from all the inspirational Buddhist wisdom it offers. “Imagine you have already met your soulmate, make your soulmate list, and trust the universe will bring him to you. FEEEEEEEL what it would feel like to be with HIM (she calls this FEELINGIZATIONS). I follow her instructions as precisely as I can, but after slightly over-indulging with even my high-quality dildo gives me a nasty yeast infection, I start craving the real thing. And some human touch. “Set the table for two, make the bed for two”, Arielle says. Sorry Arielle, I am a full-time working single mom of a four-year old – I don’t have time to set the table and make the bed for an imaginary soulmate, and frankly just the idea of doing that kind of freaks me out.
By LA Dating Chronicles5 years ago in Filthy
Revenge served hot!
How could he? I checked the mail Just before getting ready to go to the beach with my husband and another couple, my husband Paul had gone to school with the guy. I stood at the mailbox, My mouth was wide open in disbelief. It was a letter from my lawyer and his investigator. That asshole! How could he do this to me!? Then I got really mad. My chest on fire with prickly heat, I'm a little verdictive. By all rights I should just cut my losses but then I vowed to get even with him. For now I had to get control over myself and play it cool. How long? Not long or I was afraid this would turn into a murder
By Bella Cooper5 years ago in Filthy
Ladies, why do we do this to ourselves? An open letter to my F*** Buddy.
Ladies, have you ever done everything right in a situation for it to still go wrong? Pour your heart out for someone who is reciprocating, but will switch up in an instant to make you feel crazy? They love on you, compliment you, sex you crazy, hold you tight at night, share private moments with you, but won’t commit? Have you put them first completely and felt so stupid? Ever sat by the phone for hours waiting hopelessly for that text or call? I know women that have move to a new state, where they didn’t know a soul, all for the sake of putting their “man’s” feelings and pleasures before your own. We lose so much because we care too much.
By the kitchen sink. 5 years ago in Filthy
L.S.D. - L-Loving
He used to wear a denim jacket. His name was Asyl, and he smelled like top-shelf whiskey. Every time he hugged a girl, he always made sure to hug them super tightly, so his cologne would stay on them as he was marking them as his. He appeared to be the coolest guy in school. The rest of the gang seemed like a clueless flock of sheep. Everybody looked up to him, his confidence, his way of talking to girls was predatory. He smelled like danger, trouble, and experience.
By Mrs. Di Ford 5 years ago in Filthy
