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Pandemic with Disco Lights
When her lover is naked, she is hers. When she is in a black shirt and jeans, she is coming toward her. When she is in a suit
By Nauset Press5 years ago in Filthy
Under the Pepper Tree
No matter what, this was not a date. Libby had no reason to think it was. It was drinks. With two people. Two people do drinks all the time. It's the most normal thing.
By Eriko Jane5 years ago in Filthy
Heat
Sweat is beading on my forehead. It's so hot out here I could bake cookies on the deck beside my pool. I'm eager to jump in, but I'm not sure if it would be rude to be in the pool when you arrive. Just as I'm about to disregard my manners and hop in, I dip my toes in the deliciously cool water and then feel someone shove me right in.
By Marie Fronce5 years ago in Filthy
Lulling
He is dreaming of touch. He is dreaming of melting with another person. Melting and combining with him. Drinking in his atoms and his molecules and his fears and his pain.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Filthy
A Girl’s Night Out
I cannot believe I let her drag me here. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for people being free to love who they love, but I cannot believe I'm in a lesbian bar. I have this one friend, we've been friends since we met in college and since I love her so much I agreed to come to a lesbian bar with her. I feel awkward here. I'm not dressed like anyone else here. Most of the women here are dressed as one might describe as "lesbian". I have no idea what that means but apparently it means that compared to what they are wearing I scream "straight" or so says my friend. “Well that seems fitting” I tell her back, she just laughs and drags me further into the bar.
By Alex O5 years ago in Filthy
The Age of Illusions
On a rapidly darkening late afternoon in the City of Dreams and Illusions, two lost souls have arranged to meet each other on a blind date. It’s a Tuesday in December with a full moon in Gemini.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR5 years ago in Filthy
The Lady In Merlot
It's 9:02. Checking the time, I feel irritation rising from my feet. Where is she? She was supposed to be here at 8:30. My irritation turned to worry and then to sadness in a matter of seconds.
By Camu Tao Fan 1999🪲5 years ago in Filthy
I Love Watching Gay Porn
As a heterosexual female, some people are truly shocked when I tell them that I enjoy watching gay porn. It’s actually my go-to genre of pornography. Hetero porn does little or nothing for me. It’s all about a guy trying to exert his sexual power and prowess on a woman. His dick is almost always big and hard, he asks the girl to call him daddy and the girl always begs wanting cum on her face and in her mouth. She also acts like it’s the yummiest thing ever. Cliché.
By Gal Mux5 years ago in Filthy
Mack and Amelia
Mack was buzzed. The loud music and its thumping bass was dizzying as she walked from the bar out to the patio. "I just need some fresh air," she mumbled to herself, as she left behind the three other people that she started out the night with. Once outside she felt like she could exhale and sat down in a vacant corner. It was a relief to feel the late night breeze wash over her drunken body. The sky was black with bright, small stars scattered about. Being as drunk as she was, it was difficult to discern between the natural starlight and the twinkling of the lighted strands hanging around the patio. The loud music had faded but was only replaced by the sound of city traffic.
By CeCe5 years ago in Filthy
Everyday Monsters
It was later than Sam usually went to the gym, but he’d been held up by an end of the day phone call with his most annoying client. He had almost skipped his workout, thinking it wouldn’t hurt just to go home and veg out in front of a Netflix movie for once, but at the last minute, he’d turned into the fitness center parking lot, pleased with his own willpower.
By HipHopAnonymous5 years ago in Filthy
Once Upon a Pole
Her curly hair defied gravity as she slowly snaked around the slick, metal pole. Without a sound, her top popped off and revealed two, perky, small boobs.
By Maddie M.5 years ago in Filthy
Merlot
The red tears from my wine draped up and down the sides of my glass as I sat at my kitchen table once again, listening to them. I spun the glass around in between my fingers before taking another sip. For the last 2 months, it has been like this. I mean, who fucks every night? The only thing I do every night, is brush my teeth and that’s out of pure habit. I sat back and listened to them, but more importantly- to her. The walls, to my demise were made of pure drywall and the rhythmic tapping of the bedframe and her moans were the new melody of my household. Do you think it’s possible to fall in love with the sound of someone? I’ve never even seen what she looks like but she sounds like my soulmate.
By Jillian LaCroix5 years ago in Filthy