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Obsessions of the Lustful Mind
Chapter 1 I can’t believe I’m late again. You would have thought that living only 50 meters from your place of work, that it would be impossible to be late. But, no. Here I am again, scrambling over slippery cobbles in heels, trying not to break my neck. I guess it would be a blessing in disguise though, breaking my neck. Well, maybe not breaking it, but you know, a little bump to the head. Concussion. A small one, of course, nothing serious. Just bad enough that I get sent home and told to rest until tomorrow.
By Lucy Barewood4 years ago in Filthy
Mercy
She has the left side of her body draped over mine with her head resting on my chest. Her body jerks, which tends to happen when her muscles start to relax in preparation for sleep. It is startling, but terribly adorable. I hold my breath briefly to make sure I’m not the reason she might be waking up, but she returns to relative stillness and I exhale. I stretch my neck forward, like an awkward turtle, to reach the top of her head with my lips. I kiss her gently and inhale deeply.
By Kathy Williams4 years ago in Filthy
If only...(Part 2)
How is it that you are so completely irresistible to me? Whatever it is about you, I simply cannot deny it—my body wants yours, on a deep, instinctual, animal level. I am flooded with need for your warm pussy wrapped around my hard dick, need to fill you with all of me. This craving, this fiery, desperate need for you, to take you, please you, make you and keep you mine, it's all I can think of.
By Victor Vibes5 years ago in Filthy
Ellen Joy
Ricky and I were out in the parking lot playing our version of handball. Really it was just slapping a tennis ball against the factory wall and keeping a pseudo type of tennis score. Boy it was hot that day. One of those steamy August days in Chicago. As usual Donna and Annie were sitting on the shipping dock watching us spend our lunch hour running around working up a sweat. At nineteen years old neither Ricky nor I had a clue why these two 40 something women would watch us so intently, or had any idea of the thoughts that were going through their heads. Call us naive.
By Pete Symes5 years ago in Filthy
Witches and Wolves
The remote mountain town of Brave Hollows stood small and proud but surrounded by the thickest forest in the northeast. Before the last hundred years the town had been plagued by attacks of the worst kind, nightly attacks by many creatures of the deep dark nights. This portion of the country was overrun by Wendigos, Flesh Runners, and many malevolent spirits, including a boog hag or banshee. It was a lovely town with such a kind environment and lovely people, now that it was more modernized people were more able to survive but the attacks were held at bay or quickly responded to by the clan of wolfmen now living around the town. The town had found them to be civilized a hundred years ago and a deal was struck. Protection from the creatures if any witches or at least eight young women were sacrificed every year to mates to the wolves.
By Kira Lydia G.5 years ago in Filthy
I Spy
Looking back on that afternoon, there are a couple of things that I hold responsible for what happened. The crisp and salty sea air, for one. Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve loved the beach. The sound of the ocean waves breaking, crashing against the shore; the fine spray that permeates the air; stepping lightly through rock-pools as they glint in the sunlight; hearing the steady lap and savoring the sensation of sand and sea water sucking at my toes as the water recedes, and returns, then recedes again. Or sitting at the top of a cliff and watching, hearing and feeling the thunderous power of the waves smashing violently against the rock-face.
By Jupiter Grant5 years ago in Filthy
The Sweetest Taboo
His hand stroked my face gently. His bright blue eyes smiling, he ran his forefinger over my warm, partially opened lips. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, and lowered his mouth to mine. I hummed with pleasure as his tongue found my own and softly twined against it, his lips brushing my skin.
By Jupiter Grant5 years ago in Filthy
Freaky Elon
FREAKY ELON By: H.M. Ortiz PART 1 – DOG FOOD Is ten a.m. and my alarm keeps snoozing and all I can think of it’s her. I wonder if she made it, I really hope she did I thought to myself while I scratched another mark on the bottom of the bunk bed above me. So far is been three weeks. Still feels like it happened yesterday. The air is now starting to clear out; we can at least see some sunlight however we must still wear these stupid gas masks, so annoying…
By H.M. Ortiz5 years ago in Filthy
