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Loner's Retreat: Santana & Jonas, Part 4
JONAS Jonas was relieved the housemates were busy preparing for tonight's Thanksgiving dinner. Santana had barely said a word to him during breakfast and it had caused noticeable awkward tension between them this morning. But when she decided to head into town with Dylan and Lucia for some last minute ingredients, he took the time to contemplate his next move.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Loner's Retreat: Santana & Jonas, Part 3
SANTANA "If we end up chopped up behind a dumpster, I'm blaming you," Dylan Lopez, her newest friend claimed as they stood in front of La Rosa, a popular bar in the city of Pablo San Lucas, Mexico. Santana figured it was a bad idea coming out here at night, but she'd have a better chance at finding something about her Daniel here, according to the information she gathered from her sources. She'd made the excuse of trying to find Daniel for an old case she was working on for another client and here they were. She would've dragged Jonas out here instead, but since he was against her mission to find her childhood friend for some reason, she didn't think of inviting him.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Wainya Syndicate
Something inside her stirs a deadly storm. Already powerful among all she controls, her calling call is written in blood. Who fears such a woman? I’ll tell you. Other killers. She is not like any other. Each kill has been precise and beautiful. Her name is Wainya. She runs a new kind of Syndicate. Of course, it’s not your run-of-the-mill Asian organization. No, no. No, Wainya changed the script. What she did was give others something to fear other than themselves, being the monster that did not only kill with a contract but with own personal motivation. If another stood in her way of changing the dark world of killers, Wainya put an end to them or him or her. Her vision is clear. Wainya wants to be the elite organization not for the personal power but for the security, needing the respect and resources of all other organized killers to protect her and her own. Like all people, she had something to fear, it being far more frightening than knowing Wainya will spill your blood. Let’s not talk about such things. In this world, there is more than just blood. Wainya had a hunger for the flesh in another way. It did not matter who you were; if she wanted you, you bend to her. Aside from being a pentacle of nightmares, Wainya’s beauty is striking. Only the killers she employed under her knew her true appearance. Wigs, contacts, and clothing hid her identity from the world. It kept her safe.
By Jessica Montgomery8 years ago in Filthy
Not So Casual Encounter
We both agreed it would be just casual. No strings. Little did we both know that it turned out the way it had. The text finally came in. He was waiting downstairs for me. Craigslist was perfect for those lonely moments where you need to let loose. We didn’t exchange pictures. Set it up that way so we wouldn’t have to worry about getting too attached. Instead we treated this like a one-night stand. Only problem, my best friend had not left like he promised. Kevin didn’t know who this person was coming over. I was too embarrassed to let him know my intentions. We aren’t the type of friends to keep things from each other. But I have not ever done anything like this. I was as he called, “a good girl prude.” By no means am I a virgin. I just preferred to have dated a guy a few months before letting it get that far. To be honest I haven’t had sex for two years. Had relationships that failed before we made it to the bedroom. Suffice to say I was more than willing to throw my morals away for fifteen minutes of pleasure.
By Jessica Montgomery8 years ago in Filthy
Liquid Courage
Something about that Friday night out with the girls seemed different. It was the kind of thing that you looked back on later in life and recognized as the moment that everything began. Everything changed. But that night I was just excited to unwind after a hectic week and spend time with the girls. Then I met you. The first time I saw you I was standing at the bar. You were near the crowded dance floor. You stood out and it wasn't because of your 6'7'' stature. There was a glow about you. A jolt shot through my body that I rarely experienced but I immediately knew meant trouble. I brushed it off as just being horny and went back to the dance floor with my girls. You never left my peripheral. Not ready to go home when the lights brightened signaling the end of the happy hour my girls and I decided to club hop. I lost you in the crowd. While I was excited to be with my girls, I was disappointed that I didn't have the pleasure of hearing your voice. Or seeing the way your lips looked when they formed my name. A missed opportunity. After dancing until our feet hurt the ladies and I decided to call it a night. Ears ringing from standing to close to the speakers and already starting to feel the effects of the bottles of Ciroc that we enjoyed, we stopped at the nearest gas station for some Advil. Just like in those cheesily, predictable romantic comedies you were there when I wobbled out of the gas station. I think that it was a mixture of the alcohol induced bravado, and not wanting you to slip away again, that gave me the courage to walk up to you. "I saw you in Rain earlier. I just wanted you to know that I think you are hot! Thats it! Have a good night!" 5...4...3...2..."Wait!" you say. "Bingo!" I turned around with a huge smile. "Whats your name?"' you ask. "Bianca and yours?" "Dominic." I checked your car and saw that you were all alone, not with the crowd of guys I saw you with at the club. "Ladies, I'm going home with Dominic!" I got in your truck and fastened my seatbelt as you exchanged information with my girls. Vivian flashed her taser, and Kaithlyn opened the trunk to display her widow-maker. They were my best friends, I expected nothing less from them. "Dominic," I called to you before my little thugs scared you away. "Let's go!" You got in the car looked over at me and said, "This is happening right now! You know that right?" I was in the moment. I wanted this and I wanted you. I simply nodded.
By Mister Ree8 years ago in Filthy
High Altitude
Tent: check. Bags packed: check. Stunning female companion: check. Today was going to be an immense day for John. Today he would be ambling towards the dizzy heights of Everest, his biggest challenge yet. Man he was looking forward to the view. By view, yes, he could mean the panoramic blue skies and landscape, but ultimately, it would be the vision of her, Catalina, fully kitted out in her mountain gear ready for the climb of her life; her long-awaited ascent to oblivion.
By Ava Sheridon8 years ago in Filthy
The Proposition Pt 5
I have been Mr. Alexander's personal sex toy for the better part of a month. After the first two weeks, I had given up going home at all. There was no point, I was on call for whenever he wanted me and the man had a healthy appetite. For the last few days, he had been coming home for his lunch hour for quickies in the laundry room, or the bed, or the kitchen counter, and one time in the car when he was in a particular hurry and called me down to meet him in the garage for a back seat romp. After making him wait a week to enter me, he was sure to make up for lost time. This morning before he left for work he informed me that he was going to be in meetings all day and wouldn't be coming home but I should stay available just in case. I really had nothing to do, my rent was paid months in advance and all my bills had been paid up. Plus, at the demand of my employer, now that I had a bank account set up there was no need to leave, I could do all of my shopping and pay all of my utilities online. I had made myself completely available. I sit in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal, casually skimming through the pages of the abandoned newspaper, when my phone rings. It's a number I don't recognize but I answer it anyway. "Hello?" I am met with the familiar voice of Mr. Alexander's assistant Kayleigh. "Hello, Elizabeth? I'm calling to inform you that Mr. Alexander has requested that you join him for lunch today in at his office." I'm at a loss for words. Do people know what we do? How do I introduce myself? Am I his escort... his whore...his girlfriend? "Like where he works?" She doesn't hide her laughter. "Yes, here... where he works. He wants you to be here at 2 o'clock, please don't be late." I agree and she cheerfully ends the call, "Okay, I will put you on the schedule and see you at 2." I check my phone, it's only noon so I have time to get take a shower and get ready. I'm suddenly not hungry anymore so I dump the remaining bowl of cereal down the drain and head to my room to get ready. I rummage through my closet and pull out a little black dress with a zipper down the back and a pair of black heels to match. After pairing my jewelry, I walk over to the drawers containing my panties and lingerie. Keeping with the business theme, I pull out a pair of black stockings and the garter and bra and panties that go with them. Mr. Alexander had chosen the ensemble the night I was cleared for intercourse. He had me crawl around in it before fucking my brains out; I hoped for the same results today. I take a quick shower and fix my hair, apply my makeup and hop into my outfit when right on queue, Cornelius knocks on my door. "Miss, we must go now or you'll be late," I shout my acknowledgment as I give myself one more go over in the mirror, a few moments later we are in the car and pulling into traffic. My stomach is in knots the way it was when I was first brought to his apartment, I am part nervous part ready to cum. In the three years of being a prostitute, I had never come. Most likely because I never enjoyed it. It was just a job, a way to survive, never anything pleasurable or desired. I wanted him, I needed him to an extent. Beyond the money and the upgrade on life, my body ached for him. Smelling his cologne when he left for work in the morning made my pussy wet and come 6 o'clock, I would sit like a trained dog and wait eagerly for him to come home. I wouldn't say I was necessarily in love with him, I was in love with the way I would feel after one of our hour-long fuck sessions. My body felt like there was electricity coursing through my veins. I felt as if I could conquer the world, I felt confident and sexy and valuable, and everything I didn't feel whoring around for next to nothing.
By V.E Sanders8 years ago in Filthy
