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Echo the Escort: ‘The Day I Died’ (Pt. 8)
10/11/2018 (12:52 AM) The Silmont Motel was just how I remembered it. Dodgy, dirty, discreet, and huge. The motel contained 20 floors and each floor had their own individual staircase that led from the lobby to their respectable floor.
By Edwin Betancourt Jr.7 years ago in Filthy
Tricksy
A month after Kat returned to Germany, Kathy became severely depressed. She had lost her best friend, the only person in the world who understood and accepted her for who she was. The flat felt like a very lonely place now without her regularly dropping by for a cup of coffee and a chat. She felt that she would like to go back to the Misfits club—a place where she felt completely at home—but she did not know anyone who she thought might be ready for such an experience. Certainly, none of her friends seemed to fit the bill and, for a while, she simply did not know how she could find another friend as open-minded and liberated as Kat.
By K.D.McVey 🌹7 years ago in Filthy
Echo the Escort: ‘Why Me?’ (Pt. 7)
10/11/2018 (12:10 AM) Slipping out of the party was easier than we thought. Everyone was too busy either dancing or fucking, to care if we were missing. Of course in the back of my mind T was probably pissed at me for punching that guy, but I didn’t care. Someone needed to teach that pompous asshole a lesson and I was glad to do it. If that ruins the friendship, T and I have then so be it. At least it wasn’t in vain.
By Edwin Betancourt Jr.7 years ago in Filthy
Daddy Dishes Out Discipline
I meant to be a good girl. Honest! I was just out of the bathtub, dried off and waiting on the rug, as Daddy had instructed. Daddy came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and another that he was using to dry his long hair. He walked to where I stood and slipped both arms around my waist. His warm lips had just landed on my neck when his work phone came to life and emitted a loud siren that demanded immediate attention. Ugh. Work.
By Phoenixx Fyre Dean7 years ago in Filthy
Echo the Escort: ‘The Dominican Top’ (Pt. 6)
10/10/2018 (11:50 PM) It’s been a full week since Dave offered me an amazing opportunity but I didn’t have time to fully think it over. I had clients, after clients, after clients, after clients. So, my week was booked. Most of them were Erik’s clients.
By Edwin Betancourt Jr.7 years ago in Filthy
His Brat (Pt. 5)
Walking home, my mind is screaming at me. I shouldn't have done that last night, but nothing can change it now. I won't go back and work for Marcus tomorrow, for some reason I like him so going back will just make it harder. He doesn't want me, that was clear from the way he acted.
By Author Billiejo Priestley7 years ago in Filthy
Insatiable
Damn you. Damn your delicious body and your perfectly groomed facial hair. All I ever want to do is run my fingers along your face, muscles, flesh and as Meg Myers put it: "skin you with my tongue." It's not fair that I get turned on just by looking at you. I'm so annoyed with myself but all I can do is think of that last time...
By Xena Warrior7 years ago in Filthy
Echo the Escort: ‘The Opportunity’ (Pt. 5)
9/29/2018 Many people forget about my mantra, “Escorting is 60% sex and 40% emotional support.” What does that mean? It means that escorting isn’t just us having sex with strangers; it’s about us being a companion for hire. Some clients hire us to be their boyfriend for a day, or for a weekend, and some are just going through some difficult shit and want someone to listen to their problems.
By Edwin Betancourt Jr.7 years ago in Filthy
Taken by the Biker Gang (Pt.1)
I wanted to hit something almost as much as I wanted to cry. Operation: get Jack interested again was a complete bust. I locked myself in the bathroom and looked at myself in disgust. I spent three fucking hours and over two hundred dollars on this look. My hair cascaded down my back in golden waves and my skin had been exfoliated and moisturized until it was as soft as the crimson, satin nightgown I had splurged on. I even did my makeup with Jack in mind, painting my lips in a sexy pout and highlighting my eyes. Not that he gives a shit.
By Amora Jones7 years ago in Filthy
Playing Together
You can build up toward coming when you're on your own. Drawing close and then pulling back, taking it to the edge, then stepping away. It is a kind of art that takes practice—keeping speed without crashing—and like all heartfelt expressions, it can be the more pleasurable when performed with someone else.
By Jamie Warren7 years ago in Filthy
