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Awkward First Romance
Prologue I remember the night it happened. Alex called me on my cell. He checked on me like he always did but this time it was different. This time I couldn’t say I was alright. This time, my parents were fighting for their lives and Alex’s dad was the one trying to save them. I don’t resent him not being able to. There isn’t a lot you can do when a car is thrown from the highway, down a hill rolling before landing on a tree. In truth I was amazed they survived the initial crash.
By Veren Strife4 years ago in Filthy
Awkward First Romance
Chapter 5: Alex Well I’ve jerked it three times and I am still wanting more. I’ve been trying to sleep for over an hour now. I can’t believe I kissed him on the cheek. What’s more is I can’t believe what it has done to me. I can’t stop thinking about how great it felt to kiss him on the cheek. I can only imagine what a real kiss would be like. This confirms it for me. I am completely attracted to my best friend. I can’t say I’m gay. I just know I am sexually attracted to Jack. I should clean myself up but I am finally tired. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.
By Veren Strife4 years ago in Filthy
Awkward First Romance
Chapter 4: Jack Why did I say that? Why did I say any of those things? I am the biggest idiot and asshole in the world. How could I have said the most homophobic things in the world and to my best friend that I’M IN LOVE WITH? I know I hurt his feelings. He thinks I can’t tell when he is emotionally upset but I can. He gets quiet, withdrawn and usually his eyes lose their glow. All of those things were present. Alex was so upset with me or the situation.
By Veren Strife4 years ago in Filthy
Awkward First Romance
Chapter 3: Alex Jack follows me to my car, a Lexus RC-F. It’s a gorgeous sleek black car with black and red interior that my dad bought me for my 18th birthday a month ago. Jack had come up for the day to spend time with me and likewise I went to visit him when he turned 18 two weeks ago. I startup my car and we drive off towards my grandfather’s house. Despite the house belonging to my father now, I still refer to it as Grandpa’s. My Dad does the same, though he obviously calls it his Dad’s.
By Veren Strife4 years ago in Filthy
Physical
PHYSICAL Chapter 1: I FEEL PHYSICAL, Physical, Physical! Ashley, Emily and Jessica all met 10 years ago, after they married three men who were best friends and business partners. They became the step-mother's of 8 year old boys that each husband had. The boy's birth mothers were all killed, when they were on a shopping trip to the outlet mall, when a drunk driver crossed over the median and hit them head on. [Please don't drink and drive!]
By James B Morgan4 years ago in Filthy
The Spa
I got out of my car and my eyes were met with an amazing view of the night sky. As I stood there looking up, my mind was taken for a ride through space without trepidation. Each star brushed my soul as I was guided through a sea of sparkling gems. They hung in the darkness, like beads of shiny rain drops, clinging to a spider’s web. There were no direct pathways, no rules, no plans, just a feeling of eternal peace. I was momentarily lost.
By Shannon Burger4 years ago in Filthy
A Late Night Locker Room, Part One
It was late Friday night and I had no plans, but it had been a long week so I needed to blow off some steam. I briefly contemplated jerking off, but had done that every night this week and was still feeling stressed. Eventually I decided to pack some workout clothes in a bag and go check out the new twenty-four hour gym that had just opened across town.
By Dick Buttersworth4 years ago in Filthy
"Under His Skin"
“UNDER HIS SKIN” ‘A new sensation’ -A Gay Erotic short story- By Chris M Richards. Warning: This is a story for adults only. Content contains graphic sexual descriptions that cannot be shared with those under the age of 18+. This story is a fictional fantasy written for entertainment only.
By Chris M Richards4 years ago in Filthy
Losing It.
I was Freshman when I lost my virginity. It was the perfect Friday afternoon in San Francisco. All the fog had cleared and the sky was left with streaks of white clouds against the blue sky. It was also super warm out, it felt like Indian summer had come early. My boyfriend a Senior at the time was so hot, standing about 5‘8, Japanese and White, wearing ripped up vintage tee’s with tight dark blue jeans and combat boots. His name was Max.
By Kyle Thomas Shea4 years ago in Filthy
