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The Harrington Brothers
Brenton His body is flawless. Everything I desire in a man, is right in front of me. From deep within me I want this. I watch him as he stands there in his glory; the length of his manhood is 10 inches. He is all the man I need. He is my Mr. Perfect. His height, his built, my God what a man. Excitement races through me as I watch him remove his shirt. His large shoulders and rock hard abs, his smile is to die for. Passion is in his eyes. He wants me. I want him, no I need him. I feel my member growing between my legs. His frame matches mine, I am ready but I long for more. I want to make love to his soul, I want all of him. Sexy must be his name. He licks his lips, and slides his hands over his chest. My heart beats faster, as he walks slowly over to me, biting his bottom lip. His eyes are low, as he watches me ease to my knees. I am ready to serve him.
By Jacquice Carter6 years ago in Filthy
University
Katherine was a young student at university. She was in her first year of a 5year course. She had always been a clean-living kind of girl. University was a big wake up call. So many couples cavorting in the court yards. Drugs were prevalent and drink was so common. She kept herself to herself. She was in a dorm with 2 other girls, who were constantly talking to their friends about where they were going drinking, or who they were hooking up with. Katherine just sat quietly on her bed reading the material from her lectures. They had asked her numerous times to go with them, but she was not interested. She had asked numerous times if she could change rooms, but the student body would not let her. They thought that mixing with people who are more outspoken, that she might come out of her shell.
By Lucy Lilithian Brown6 years ago in Filthy
Sunday Footie
I played Sunday football for a women’s league and I have been told I am one of the best in our league. I had been playing in the first half on this Sunday, but I had been injured just before half-time. The coach had checked me over and decided I shouldn’t continue in the second half as we had a cup match the following weekend and he wanted me fit for that game. This meant an early bath for me. I returned to the changing room and got in the shower. I was busy washing my hair when I heard movement behind me. As I turned, my blood boiled, the bitch who had injured me with a rough sliding tackle was standing behind me. I kept my cool and resumed washing my long hair. Next thing I knew she was stood in the next shower along. I turned my back to her, not wanting another confrontation with her as my coach would be pissed if I did. Suddenly, I was slammed into the wall. I tried to push back to get her off, but my hands were soapy and had no grip. She pushed her full weight into me, and I was unable to shake her. She told me to settle down and listen to her. I calmed myself and went quiet. I could feel her hands on my back and naked crotch level with my butt. I was uncomfortable with the situation but thought if I didn’t fight back, she would leave me alone. She leant into me and spoke quietly into my ear. She told me that she was glad that she hadn’t hurt me to much but that the coach would want to keep me fit for the next weekend and send me back to the changing rooms. This is why she had got herself sent off so she could join me here and know we would have time before the rest of the teams showed up.
By Lucy Lilithian Brown6 years ago in Filthy
What Never Was
Chapter 2 It had been a week and one day since school started. It was after school Friday at soccer when Nick noticed Veren once again watching him from the bleachers. The coach was with him this time. Marko poked fun at him for being gay and a weak fag. Honestly he could probably kick Marko’s ass. Nick couldn’t stop staring at him. He was wearing white khaki shorts with a blue and black short sleeved button up over a black shirt.
By Kol Mikaelson6 years ago in Filthy
What Never Was
Chapter 1 It was a new year and the final one for High Schooler, Nick Morass. He was a seventeen year old senior and he was ready to graduate and move on to college. Nick lived in Sanctum, Missouri. The city was thirty minutes south of St Louis. Nick finishes his hair and grabs his keys to his 2018 Jeep Wrangler.
By Kol Mikaelson6 years ago in Filthy
