relationships
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Online Dating...ugh!
Nearly a decade ago, I went through a divorce and started dating for the first time as an adult. When friends suggested I write about my experiences, I started a blog. I have been "revisiting" some of my former exploits lately, and decided to share, using my real name, for the first time. This piece was first published in March, 2013. Edits have been made for clarity and continuity.
By Allison Rice5 years ago in Filthy
Deciding to date: How I Got There...
Nearly a decade ago, I went through a divorce and started dating for the first time as an adult. When friends suggested I write about my experiences, I started a blog. I have been "revisiting" some of my former exploits lately, and decided to share, using my real name, for the first time. This blog was first published in March, 2013. Edits have been made for clarity and continuity.
By Allison Rice5 years ago in Filthy
Lust or Love I Can't Decide
“When we first met, it was like lightning struck the ground and electrified every cell inside me. I couldn’t get enough. I felt like a schoolgirl on her first date. Unable to concentrate, constantly thinking about him. It was intense! Something changed though. He was so into the things I liked, we constantly went out. The love notes, the texts…he made me feel like a princess in a movie you know? It’s all so different now. We don’t seem to have anything in common. Our sex life has changed. He gets upset that I’m not interested in just getting “down to it” how can I make him see how much I miss what we had?”
By Rebecca Brooks5 years ago in Filthy
Awakening
I lay on the bed in just my underwear. The summer heat is stifling. Sticky. No breeze moves through the open window. The old metal fan oscillates slowly, hitching at every turn, threatening to quit at any time. The air it blows isn’t much cooler than the rest of the room. Perspiration saturates my hair and sweat trickles down between my newly budding breasts, as I sit up. Grandma is calling me down for supper. I shrug on my thin cotton dress and head down the stairs.
By Tracy Stockard Letts5 years ago in Filthy
Sweet Tooth
"Does that tickle?" His breath caresses her navel as he dribbles chocolate across her chest and down her stomach. The chocolate is sticky and thick and just warm enough that it burns in the most intoxicating ways, leaving a sensual tingling trail over the surface of her skin.
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Filthy
