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Closure
The two lovers lay nestled between blankets tossed across the bed. He caresses his love along her stomach as the sunlight shines through the blinds. She awakens to find him there. She then thinks back to the night before remembering the multiple explosions he caused between her thighs until they both exhausted themselves.
By Lanai Jackson4 years ago in Filthy
Besti3s
So I took my Sneaky Link (SL) out to a party Saturday night. As I’m going to the bar to get us drinks who do I see but Big Moose (BM) sitting at the corner of the bar 🤦🏽♂️. In my head I’m thinking this gonna be some shit but I play it cool. I walk down to her & give her a kiss as I normally would do when I greet her (consistency). She ask who’s the other drink for & I say a friend. She rolls her eyes a bit but keeps her composure. I ask if she wants a drink knowing she doesn’t really care for alcohol but I ask anyway. She orders some wine & a bottle of water . I tell her to follow me back to where I’m sitting. When we get back I pull over an extra chair & introduce them to one another,they didn’t know each like I previously thought so that was a plus. Now I have to deal with SL attitude as I introduce them. Once BM chose to follow me back to the seats knowing I was with another woman I knew she was for me. SL with her face slightly twisted takes the drink & starts to sip.After about her third sip she says is this who you be with when you don’t answer my text & my reply was yes & you’re who I’m with when I don’t answer hers. She nodded & called me an asshole & BM chimes in & says PERIODT!!!👀They both laughed quickly but went silent shortly after that. I had them sit next to each other so they could converse without having to yell over the music.After a few minutes of silence SL leans to me & says “she’s cute” 😉 . At that moment I knew 😈
By Deon Ruffin4 years ago in Filthy
When Does An Open Relationship Cross the Line Into Sex Work?
I don't think of myself as a particularly naive person. I've known many people who dabble in the lifestyle — myself included — and a few people for whom it is a pretty full-time passion. And, of course, I know of people who engage in sex work and others who engage sex workers.
By Chai Steeves4 years ago in Filthy
A Christmas Jennie
It was Christmas night. I had just driven back from a gathering with my family through a building snowstorm. Glad to be inside and warm, even if the rest of the holiday would be spent alone in my apartment. It was a nice place in a high rise. Downtown Chicago with a western exposure. Tonight, with the storm in play the city lights had given way to a white gossamer shimmer through the floor to ceiling wall of windows. I enjoyed the warmth and the restful feeling of having dispatched commitments while dodging the glowering phantom of familial past grievances this holiday.
By Pete Symes4 years ago in Filthy
One Man, One Collar; One Metric Ton of Lessons
I didn’t want one. I knew they represented something. You thought they looked hot. Even to you who knew nothing of the significance, somewhere locked in the recesses of your mind was an idea, a justification forged from your many experiences of seeing them. What you forget is that they “look hot” for a reason.
By Shauna Callaghan4 years ago in Filthy
Open Hollow
Chapter 01: Welcome to Open Hollow The tiny bell above the door trilled throughout the bookshop. The tone was inviting, bringing a subtle charm to the silence it broke. The patron stopped, inhaling the smell of old books and incense. The runes in the door frame made everyone pause, as though they held a spell preventing everyone from venturing further into the shop. The door behind clicked softly, the lock carefully catching, preventing any wayward spirits from entering.
By R.A. Thomas4 years ago in Filthy
Arising to the Top
There was a bustle; though it was mid-December, and the slush of the wintry mix had begun to accumulate in its glistening majesty. Not for long though. Never long, for the pristine beauty of the white landscape was something that would soon enough be tainted by the ruts of tires and mud as it slung to and fro to clutter the gutters with the scum remnants of what had once been an untouched blanket of beautiful possibility. Within this flurry, a beautiful young woman with skin the color of light sandstone and emerald eyes, called Arisela, strode down the sidewalk of Seattle with a curious grin planted upon her rosy lips. Seemingly the sun was radiated down upon her with golden tendrils that spread out across her body; clad in a dark-colored downy jacket with pleats and round buttons, which made it difficult for the shape of her welcoming body as it was covered in such a modest jacket. And yet a ribbony shimmering brightness like that of the wintry sea in the gulf seemed to shimmer like lapis lazuli with glimmering luminescence within her dual-colored eyes.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Filthy
