relationships
Love, sex, single, committed.
The Boss’s Secret
In the dimly lit corner of the office, where the scent of leather and power collided with the faint whiff of a thousand forgotten secrets, the unspoken dance between them had begun. His eyes, sharp as the edge of a freshly honed blade, pierced through the veil of professionalism to the raw, pulsing need beneath her meticulously crafted exterior. She knew it was coming—the moment when the lines between boss and subordinate would blur into something far more primal, far more potent. Her breath hitched in her throat, a silent symphony of anticipation.
By Great pleasure10 months ago in Filthy
Making Joan Moan
Joan knew that this was no normal Friday night. She had arranged everything in advance, she knew exactly what was going to happen. As she slipped her pink sundress over her head, she briefly considered going without panties but decided that excitement dripping down her legs on the way to up to the hotel room would draw a little bit too much attention. She put on just a touch of blush, some eye liner, and mascara before finishing up the look with a nice, neutral lip shade. She snapped a quick selfie before slipping on her flip flops and heading out the door. Tonight’s the night. Her fantasy is finally coming true.
By Karen LaRue10 months ago in Filthy
I waited until I was 25 to lose my virginity — and I don’t regret it
That isn’t to say that it didn’t come with SOME regrets. According to the CDC, the average woman in the U.S. is 17.3 years old when she loses her virginity. I defy that average, and I’m not the only one.
By Dena Falken Esq10 months ago in Filthy
The Night We Let the Storm In
The rain hammered against the windows of the remote mountain cabin like it was trying to break in. Lily hadn’t wanted to come here—not with him. Not after six months of tense silence and half-hearted texts. But when their mutual friends gifted them this “relationship reset” weekend, she’d reluctantly agreed. Now, trapped by the storm with her ex, Jake, she wondered if the universe had a cruel sense of humor.
By Dena Falken Esq10 months ago in Filthy
Why Are So Many Educated Women Single?
The other day, I was sitting at my favorite coffee shop — a quaint little place where the espresso is as strong as my opinions. I had my laptop open, supposedly working on my startup, but my mind was somewhere else. A question kept circling my brain like an annoying fly: Why are so many educated, ambitious women still single?
By Savorgastronomy10 months ago in Filthy
The Heat of the Corner Office
Mr. Daniel Kelly was a man who thrived on control. At forty-five, he’d clawed his way to the top of Kelly & Associates, a law firm synonymous with power in the city’s legal circles. His office, a sleek expanse of glass and mahogany on the thirty-second floor, was his kingdom—every detail meticulously curated, from the leather-bound books on the shelves to the panoramic view of the skyline. But lately, control had begun to slip, and it all traced back to Elise, his secretary.
By Great pleasure10 months ago in Filthy
Desert Whispers
The sun dipped low over the horizon, casting a molten gold glow across the dunes that stretched endlessly before Ken and Emilia. They had arrived in the Arabian country of Al-Qasim just hours ago, their honeymoon unfolding like a dream woven from silk and spice. The air was warm, heavy with the scent of oud and jasmine, and the distant call to prayer echoed through the twilight, a haunting melody that seemed to serenade their arrival. Ken stood behind Emilia on the balcony of their private villa, his arms encircling her waist as they gazed out at the desert. Her dark hair fluttered in the breeze, brushing against his cheek, and he couldn’t resist pressing his lips to the curve of her neck.
By Great pleasure10 months ago in Filthy
