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Love, sex, single, committed.
Open Hollow
Chapter 01: Welcome to Open Hollow The tiny bell above the door trilled throughout the bookshop. The tone was inviting, bringing a subtle charm to the silence it broke. The patron stopped, inhaling the smell of old books and incense. The runes in the door frame made everyone pause, as though they held a spell preventing everyone from venturing further into the shop. The door behind clicked softly, the lock carefully catching, preventing any wayward spirits from entering.
By R.A. Thomas4 years ago in Filthy
Arising to the Top
There was a bustle; though it was mid-December, and the slush of the wintry mix had begun to accumulate in its glistening majesty. Not for long though. Never long, for the pristine beauty of the white landscape was something that would soon enough be tainted by the ruts of tires and mud as it slung to and fro to clutter the gutters with the scum remnants of what had once been an untouched blanket of beautiful possibility. Within this flurry, a beautiful young woman with skin the color of light sandstone and emerald eyes, called Arisela, strode down the sidewalk of Seattle with a curious grin planted upon her rosy lips. Seemingly the sun was radiated down upon her with golden tendrils that spread out across her body; clad in a dark-colored downy jacket with pleats and round buttons, which made it difficult for the shape of her welcoming body as it was covered in such a modest jacket. And yet a ribbony shimmering brightness like that of the wintry sea in the gulf seemed to shimmer like lapis lazuli with glimmering luminescence within her dual-colored eyes.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Filthy
"My Husband Pays me for Sex"
My friend Lizzie was talking to me about sex, not something unusual. From the sex life she described, it was quite adventurous. Her husband had kinks and she had her fair share too. So, I was very surprised when she came out with the sentence "you know, he pays quite a lot".
By No One’s Daughter4 years ago in Filthy
The Night I Found Out I Don’t Like Women
The first time I wondered if I liked girls was in middle school. In religion class of all places. With wild, curly black hair and striking blue eyes, her breasts were the size of grapefruits that ended at a point in opposite directions as she stood in front of my little wooden desk passing back assignments. There were rumors that she wore extra perfume to cover up the stink of cigarettes that she smoked during breaks.
By Cynthia Bord4 years ago in Filthy
Should I Feel Bad About Feeling Jealous When My Wife Flirts With Others?
I've always had an uneven relationship with jealousy. As a sexually open person, I've tended to think of jealousy as a bit of emotion, born mainly of insecurity. The Moliere school of thought — "he who is jealous loves more, but he who is not jealous loves better."
By Chai Steeves4 years ago in Filthy
Frank Sinatra's "Witchcraft"
I started dating Shawn in October. We met at a friend’s Halloween party. The thing that drew me in was his dark eyes. It sounds a little twisted, but they kind of reminded me of my ex, Brandon. Brandon was everything. We had some really rough patches, but the good days were some of the best I’ve ever had. I could write books upon books about Brandon, but I find myself struggling to write one sentence about Shawn. Which is cruel because Shawn is a great guy; he’s just not my Brandon.
By Lindsey Hultman4 years ago in Filthy
