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Elevator Music
Pushing number four, I stood waiting as the elevator doors closed in front of me. Standing alone I softly hummed an old familiar song, stopping only when the elevator stopped to pick up another passenger. Smiling politely as the gentleman stepped inside, I felt myself blush when I noticed his big dark eyes roam over my body, taking every curve in. I wondered what he was thinking if he liked what he saw. Smiling more to myself, I didn’t realize he took the smile as my encouraging him.
By Vivian Heart7 years ago in Filthy
For the Love of a Demon Ep. 4
Our next adventure takes place after Louisa has revealed to Ciel that her father is still alive and she knows the location of the demon sword. It follows a tedious dinner with Elizabeth, at which Louisa's mind was solely focused on the promised punishment for her lack of corset.
By Lorelei_Sands7 years ago in Filthy
Duke's Damp Dream
The little Thomas-like boy was walking under the wavy, color-changing sky. He was satisfied by the sky going through the colors beyond the rainbow, maybe even beyond reality, but the waves in the transition made him feel queasy, so he only shoved it into his peripherals as he looked down before turning his head everywhere else. Against his worries, he started walking through these trees that resembled solid dung with the smell still attached. He saw monkeys (if he could call them monkeys) with butt cracks for faces, and they were swinging on vines that erupted in distorted "damn Daniels," a gay singing straight songs, and Bobby Shmurda memes.
By Monique Star7 years ago in Filthy
More Than Friends: Night Three
Previous Chapter: Night Two Sugar and Spice Chloe --- I open the door and lean against the jamb. My cat, Pussy, rubs against my legs. She knows better than to go further than the doorway, but she pokes her head into the hallway. Who can blame her from wanting to get a glimpse of Taylor?
By Asrai Devin7 years ago in Filthy
Chapter Three
The bar had left me in a bit of daze, I needed to do something to distract myself. The evening was a bit cool for the summer, but it was still high sixties. I walked out into the garage to start the bike. Waiting for her to warm up I peered over at the wall and see the yield sign that Brooke and I had stolen from the middle of the road a couple years back. It made me think back to those times, why did she need to come back to town? How arrogant could she really be to march in and demand that she still be a part of my life, what in the actual fuck?
By Michael C. Lafferty-Shockency7 years ago in Filthy
Emily
Anthony was a tall, muscular, African American good guy, entrepreneur, investor, and philanthropist. By all accounts, he built a great life for himself. Anthony had the money, cars, and his private jet. Anthony just had no one to share this life with. He was a lonely millionaire who worked all of the time. He started trying dating websites, but to no avail.
By Aayan Muhammad7 years ago in Filthy
Ali's Hunt
Tap tap tap. The sound of my fingers drumming away on the bar's sticky table filled my ears, my eyes would slowly begin scanning the room. Taking in my scenery I noted where the bathrooms were, which walls were lined with windows and which walls were lined with memorabilia. I also made sure to remember exactly how many emergency exit options I had. Simply because a girl always has got to have options.
By Toni alanis7 years ago in Filthy
Dating Pregnant
Alec loved Macy, and holding her close on the couch after her birthday dinner. The kind English man smiled to his mixed girlfriend, feeling bad that he'd taken her out for a romantic date, and she had to deal with someone calling her some racial slurs.
By Kira Lydia G.7 years ago in Filthy
