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Reconnecting (Part 1)
I put down my peppermint tea for a moment and look around the foodcourt. I just arrived in this college town a few days ago, and I'm feeling so lost. Maybe moving here was a mistake. Most of my time here has been spent clinging to the one person I know. Tonight, however, she has "a seriously important work thing" and so I'm on my own. I take another sip and finish my tea. Damn it. What am I going to do now? I've already circled through the mall three times and I can't afford to get another tea. I have absolutely no idea what to do with myself. I don't know anyone in this town and I've never been good at making friends. I take out my phone in an effort to look busy.
By Liv C8 years ago in Filthy
Love Shadows: Part 6
"You've met someone, haven't you?" Elle Dubois, her closest friend in town grilled her from the next isle over in Phil's Pharmacy, and Lena immediately regretted being out in public with her. She had a nasty habit of seeing right through people, and Lena wasn't sure she was ready to tell everyone about Ethan. It was new, and exciting, she didn't want to jinx it. She didn't want it to be tainted by expectations or pressure. She wanted to do it right this time.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Love Shadows: Part 5
"I haven't been honest with everyone here. And quite frankly, I'm not sure any of us are being honest with ourselves anymore," Lena began her speech at her group therapy the following week, and her silent audience was an indication that they, too, could relate to the mess collecting and building inside of her. She made her son a promise. A promise that she could no longer keep avoiding. She needed to overcome the grief keeping her hostage for not only the perfect family she tried to keep together, but for herself. Lena had lost parts of herself she hadn't been in touch with since the moment Emmett walked into her life and claimed her heart and she intended on rectifying that mistake sooner rather than later.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Feathers
She has no concept of just how sexy she is to me or just how easy it is for her to turn me on. I don't ever have to work at being aroused, that craving can just rush at me out of nowhere. Bless her. Most of the time, when she says or does something that sends shivers through me, she's not intending to spark a sexual encounter. But, Oh My God, I can't help myself. She is just irresistible with every breath that she breathes.
By Leslie Beyan8 years ago in Filthy
My First Time
Everyone I have talked to described their first time as a horrible experience. "It was awkward" "It hurt" "I regret not waiting"
By Ray Dizzle8 years ago in Filthy
Voyeur
I realize I’m not like the other women you usually go for. I’m far from the leggy blonde that I’ve seen you with and so far from the big-boobed woman that you called a cab for a few days ago.
By Kiruina Rrrr8 years ago in Filthy
Her Part 2
She didn't sleep well that night. She woke up feeling frustrated. The last thought she'd had before falling asleep was of Lisa's elegant fingers gently gliding down between the space between her breasts past her stomach. Her dreams were cloudy but she couldn't shake the feeling that they were of the raunchy variety, especially when she walked to the bathroom and felt a wetness between her thighs. She showered and checked her phone. Four texts awaited her from Lisa. Two from the night before, making sure she'd gotten home okay, and two from this morning. The first asked again if she was okay, the second offered coffee. As she was replying, a call from the woman herself came through.
By Nicole H8 years ago in Filthy
Filthy
His hand was playing... teasing, going up and down my stomach and right when it hit the outline of my breast, it stopped. My hand was playing one inch away from where I realized his dick was, just gently caressing his pants, barely feeling it. But he could feel me.
By Kiruina Rrrr8 years ago in Filthy
The Plane Ride
I stand up and straighten my skirt, hoping my panties catch all of our juices as they run out of me. We walk hand in hand towards the gate. We decided last minute to upgrade so we could have a little more room and privacy on the plane. We sit in the first row of first class and draw the curtain, blocking the other passengers from view.
By JLM fantasies8 years ago in Filthy
The Married Woman
She knew that as a married woman, having sex with someone other than her husband could be considered morally wrong. In her defense, her marriage had felt more like a chore than a marriage as of late. Her husband didn't notice her and certainly didn't appreciate her. There was no intimacy and what little sex they had was not about her pleasure. He had become a selfish lover and seemed not to care about her wants, needs, or desires. She met Luis during new employee orientation. She was taken aback by how tall he was, and hairy. He had a full beard and a bushy ponytail. There was something striking about him, his size was impressive, and his presence was commanding. She studied him, the way he walked, the way he talked with a slight accent, and the way he sat, wide-legged and spread eagle.
By Meranda Watley8 years ago in Filthy
Love Shadows: Part 4
Mother's Day in St. Cloud was in full affect. And it just so happened to fall on a Saturday, when her son didn't have school to distract him. Lena usually let him plan the day, and it occasionally involved them having breakfast in bed, followed by an outdoor activity, ending with them watching their favorite movie, Godzilla, and pigging out on popcorn and candy.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Tentacles
I wanted her with every vibration in my being. She walked out onto the deck of the ship that day like a rose unfolding in the dawn of a spring morning. The closer she walked towards me the harder it became to breathe at a normal pace. It was irrational. At that point, I had known her touch before, I knew every curve and crevice. And yet, she was ever-changing into something more glorious than I had experienced the time before.
By Leslie Beyan8 years ago in Filthy