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Mr X
I was brought into a room. I didn’t know where I was precise; I was blindfolded and bounded by the wrists. People referred to him, as Mr X. He told me not to move, nor make a sound. My heart was racing—almost like an automatic bomb or Tale-Tale Heart. The way it would pound in my chest or the way it would stop and start again; had me on high alert. Hearing the sounds, increasing; growing louder and louder by the minute. The anticipation was daunting. Stood to be six-foot-five. Slim, broad shoulders, hair pushed back. His bread was trimmed to fit his face, and that smile; brought all the ladies to their knees; like myself.
By Mazikeen Quinn5 years ago in Filthy
Rendezvous
She liked this bar. She has been coming here for weeks now. She slips into the same booth, in the corner, hiding in the shadows. People left her alone and that was the way she preferred it. She got enough attention during the day and she didn’t need any now. The dark shadows provided the protection she wanted in order to be able to watch.
By Karen 5 years ago in Filthy
Dirty Angel
Dirty Angel I’m so bored. Angel thinks to herself as she checks out the next customer. A balding middle aged man slaps a huge bag of dog food on the conveyor belt.
By Phaedra X5 years ago in Filthy
True Romantic
This was the last week she was going to be in the states and he had gone cold. All the texts, phone calls, lunch dates, steamy office sessions all out of the window. She was more than just upset. She was pissed the fuck off. Tony wasnt going to just fuck off without an explanation on her last week before she had to go back to Wakanda with her boss and finish her research there. She was not going to let him Stark his way out of it.
By Jade Long5 years ago in Filthy
Imona's Prison - Chapter 3
Imona sniffled as she smoothed her dress down over her legs. The dress was now horribly dirty and tattered from her journey here. She remembered how long it had taken her to come up with the simple design and to finish sewing it. She had put so much heart into it not that long ago just for it to be ruined.
By Nikki5 years ago in Filthy
When Strangers Meet | Sophie & Alana
Part 1 It's a cold morning in Ocean Grove, the air smelling of low tide. Sophie wore her black wool coat to keep warm, but could feel her hard nipples pushing against her bra. She liked it. Her light brown hair descends from a grey beanie. Green eyes shine through red backdrops induced by her morning cannabis ritual. The coat hides her curves, but even so, you can tell Sophie takes care of her body. Her high-waisted jeans reveal enough without being restrictive.
By Noname Johnson5 years ago in Filthy
Walking away from BDSM
Cassie sat in her office, stunned. She didn't normally take personal calls at work but she made an exception. Clearly, it had been a bad idea. Her father, Thomas Alexander, shared the news that her stepmother, Carmen, had just died. No Cassie had to muddle through the rest of her day, three hours, in shock. Though she had respect and love for the woman, they had fussed and fought for the last twenty-five years. Each woman believing that they knew Thomas best. The funny thing was now none of that mattered because she was quite unexpectedly gone.
By Michelle Moore Dickerson5 years ago in Filthy
Imona's Prison - Chapter 2
It had been a while since they had started walking, at least two hours. Imona was starting to break. Her feet hurt, her neck and wrists hurt, her legs were burning. She couldn’t even stop to catch her breath. Even with the horses walking at a slow and steady pace, if she even paused for a second, she was dragged along the dirt and rocks. The guards ignored her and chatted idly on their horses. There were four guards ahead of her, and then Killian’s horse at the front.
By Nikki5 years ago in Filthy
Luli
“We have just touched down in Sydney where the weather is a balmy 36 degrees, a reminder to remain seated with your seatbelt fastened until the aircraft comes to a halt and the Captain switches off the seatbelt sign,” Luli says through the intercom somehow impossibly chirpily despite it being for the fourth time today. She was tired and couldn’t wait to get back to her hotel for 3 days rest and actually enjoy a weekend for the first time in god knows how long.
By Frank Mcgrath5 years ago in Filthy
Jackuum
"The orc Clan Leaders are on their way, General." The large man standing over the map of the battle field nods in acknowledgement. "Good. We'll need them to break the line on humans once we can form our legion. Are the others coming?"
By Aurora Watson5 years ago in Filthy
Imona's Prison - Chapter 1
Imona was frustrated. She had been sewing all day, and still her mother would not let her leave the house. There were places to go, fruit and flowers to smell! She sighed. She hadn’t been able to leave the house for the last week, all because some stupid boy pulled down her hood and spat in her face. She had just finished her second dress, when she heard the front door open and close, followed by talking in the front room. She figured her mother was seeing a customer.
By Nikki5 years ago in Filthy
Darlin', won't you ease my worried mind (pt. 2)
The club was too dark and the music too loud. The electric bass thrumming through the speakers pumped through her body and beat inside her chest. The song had a sexy rolling beat that paused at just the right places. It was a true clubbing song with hardly any words at all, except for the rare occasion when a man's deep voice boomed as the music lulled, stating simply ‘the devil’s hands have been busy’, and then the beat would boom richly in her chest again. Multi-colored spotlights swirled around the dance floor, the only light that illuminated the massive center of the club. Strips of red tinted LED’s ran across the walls and wall scones held electric candles that didn't provide much lighting at all. True, it was dark outside, but the city glow and the street lamps lining the sidewalk were terribly bright compared to the inside of the club.
By AF Howse5 years ago in Filthy