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Shades of Black and White.
It would eventually become necessary for me to come up with a plan to blackmail Mrs. Kentise into surrendering. In the selfsame manner as she had done it to me. That was after I was to have gotten myself hooked on Libby. Some of her very own tools of-the-trade would come in very handy in bringing that about too, tools such as the camera and the sound recorder. And voice recording apps, on the phone.
By E. Lloyd K6 years ago in Filthy
Clinical Sensations
Chapter One Dr. Johnathan Beckman “Congratulations!” I recognized the voice immediately and was anything but happy to hear it. I had arrived at my new private office early to finish some paperwork I needed to catch up on and had not expected to have a surprise visitor waiting for me—especially such an unwelcome one
By Juniper Jones6 years ago in Filthy
Kai Stubborn
Kai Stubborn by J. Maxwell, AKA Nix Winter There were two of them, standing by the ocean, a lone bed and breakfast in the distance. One was tall, wearing a black trench coat, jeans, bare feet. His blond hair lifted, dancing tangled as the breeze danced lightly down the beach. Cigarette smoke curled back and around him, lazy and yet also tangled on the breeze that promised the world had not yet really stopped for them. He drew his hand slowly to thin piles, the white filter of his cigarette tucked between two bent and stiff fingers, to pull a slow drag of smoke in. Green eyes, half-closed, watched the weak wave as it broke down to nothing. “You shouldn't have come.”
By Duointherain6 years ago in Filthy
Blood Moon
Delia DuBois was a reluctant witch. She'd been born into the DuBois family of natural witches who lived on the Black Bayou in Louisiana in the hamlet of St. Elizabeth. The DuBois were natural witches, drawing their power from the world around them and Delia's grandmother Irene assured her she was very powerful.
By Lori Beasley Bradley6 years ago in Filthy
A Remnant of Dionysus
Somewhere amidst the summer afternoon hustle and bustle of New York City was a hotel room doused in the unbearable stench of sweat, drugs, and alcohol. The floor covered in spilled cocaine, cigarette ashes, alcohol, vomit, and various other bodily fluids. A sea of sleeping nude bodies covered the floors and furniture of what was once a clean and luxurious penthouse. The French balcony doors were wide open and allowed the summer heat and golden sun rays to flood the room. The air was still and filled with dust as the summer heat slowly became almost impossible to bear any longer.
By Zoe Brainard6 years ago in Filthy
Madame Luxe: A Brothel Story
1997 Janice tossed her head back and let it lie on the side of the bed as she relaxed. She was with her favorite client, Dade. Dade was a fourty-year-old country redneck from Alabama who came to visit her every time he and his wife were in town on vacation. Dade treated Janice well. Well as l as one could be treated for a whore that a man snuck to see a few times a year. He sent her allowance once a month and sent her love letters a few times a week. Dade promised to leave his wife for her one day soon, but Janice knew he never would. Which was more than fine with her.
By Author B.Commodity6 years ago in Filthy
