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A Night to Remember
Finally, she waved bye to her coworkers, clocked out, and headed home. Leah was looking forward to a quiet night. It had been a long, crappy week. She has a 6-pack chilling in the fridge and Vikings loaded for a night of bing- watching and snack food consumption.
By Magnolia Long2 years ago in Filthy
Ice . Content Warning.
It was a hot summer, the kind of heat that makes you sweat even in an air-conditioned room. Dee and I had been walking around barely wearing anything for days, and this was one of those days when we didn't even try to fight keeping our hands off each other.
By Mary Magenta2 years ago in Filthy
The Last Man of Sodom
Amidst the stillness of the parking lot outside the studio, I make my way to my gleaming vintage Chevrolet Bel Air, its sparkling turquoise paint catching the sunlight in a shimmering display of nostalgia and tradition. Before I unlock the car door, my gaze drifts upward toward the sky, where cotton candy cumulus clouds float in their awe-inspiring glory, mirroring the sense of wonder and anticipation stirring within me.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR2 years ago in Filthy
Embracing Her True Self. Content Warning.
In a bustling town where the rhythm of existence never appeared to sluggish, there lived a young guy named Alex. He had continually felt a disconnection between the person he noticed in the reflect and the character he felt internal. Born right into a male body, Alex struggled with a profound feel of unease and dissatisfaction along with his gender identification.
By Muhammad Moaz Mirza2 years ago in Filthy
Shared with my Best Friend and her Girl: Part II. Content Warning.
II Allison shut the door with a huff. She wore the city’s black PD polo, a pair of 511 Tactical tan cargo pants, and, surprisingly, low-cut black skater sneakers. The look on her face was so unreadable. Her smile had not reached her eyes which bore through me with little remorse. I was like a deer in headlights. I had heard what she said, how we ‘started without her’, but it didn’t seem to register in my mind. Erica for her part, showed not the slightest ounce of regret. The radiant nymph simply sasheed over to her partner wrapping her delicate fingers behind Allison’s neck before the two’s lips locked in a passion that was so erotic to watch, my erection had found its spark again.
By T.D. Chronicler2 years ago in Filthy
