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Blood dripped from the open wound in the wax woman’s throat where she hung above the antique bath tub in the middle of the room. It rolled slowly from the wound and dribbled down across the beautifully sculpted cheek leaving red streaks in its wake. From there it travelled over the inverted figure’s forehead to fall languidly away and land on Gwen’s outstretched foot. She was seated in the tub and lounged back against the edge behind her.
By Christopher Thompson5 years ago in Filthy
A Lonely Night In The City
The Upper West Side It was an exciting day in the Upper Westside of downtown New York City mostly in the Spring. It's every teen dream of Spring in the Upper Westside, every woman's nightmare. Among the chaos, Serena was lying in bed admiring her love William. She and William met at a convention in Buffalo three years ago. Serena couldn't resist the six-foot-tall slender, bright skinned gentleman dressed in a black silk shirt and tie. Not only was he a good dresser, but he also had a smile to die for; his hair was low, complementing his brown almond-shaped eyes.
By Sierra Thomas 5 years ago in Filthy
Saturday Man
It was cold outside. I was balancing the pain of simultaneous numbness in my feet from my 3-inch stiletto heels and the shooting reality of my very aggravated plantar fascitis. It was best to stand still with my knees locked, waiting curbside for my Saturday regular.
By Sunshine Spinek-Phelps5 years ago in Filthy
JUST FOR ME-Fanfiction-CH*27 (The morning after )18+
Taehyung pov: I opened my eyes slowly and yawned. There’s a comfortable warmth spread across my chest. I look down and see Kook still fast asleep. I push his bangs out of his eyes as I gaze at him. He is so beautiful. He shifts to snuggle closer to me and I watch as he scrunches up his face in a bit of a pout before settling into sleep again. His pout makes me frown. Why would he be pouting in his sleep I think to myself. I study him closely. He doesn’t seem to be having a nightmare. I kiss him on his forehead. He shifts again with a small whimper and my eyes widen. Shit, he’s got to be sore. We didn’t clean up, so I didn’t apply any of the ointment. I also know I wasn’t very gentle. A bath is definitely needed for more reasons than one. I know I have something that will help for now though. I move to slide myself out from under him so I can get to my bag. I am hoping not to wake him, so I move as slow as possible. I am able to successfully get out from under him and walk over to my bag. I bend down and pick up my bag and hear a hiss behind me. I turn around quickly to find that Kook has sat up slightly and is looking down at his waist with a pout and a slight frown.
By Stormeseye5 years ago in Filthy
Alice's Wonderland
It’s late and you’re sound asleep in your hotel room. I sneak into your room and softly kiss your lips. I know you sleep in your birthday suit so exploring under the covers for the first time is going to be fun. Your lips are so soft and sweet. You wake up, gently wrapping your arms around my neck, as your tongue slides between my lips. We continue to kiss as I slide under the covers, gently climbing on top of you between your legs.
By Max M Power5 years ago in Filthy
Cheerleader
I walk in the door and turn on the lights as you yell, “Surprise!” Seeing you in your old high school cheerleader uniform, your hair pulled back tight into a ponytail, with a ribbon holding it in place, my jaw drops, and I’m stunned frozen. You smile wide, hunger and lust in your eyes, as you lean forward and shake your pomp pomps at me. I’m speechless but the rest of my body is wide awake, the evidence visible through my pants.
By Max M Power5 years ago in Filthy
Chicken Soup
I come home from the store with something to make you feel better. You are snuggled up under the covers in the bedroom, sleeping. I start cooking and come in to check up on you, feeling your head for a fever. You moan softly as I lean down to kiss your lips. You wrap your arms around my neck and look up into my eyes, “I love you,” you whisper. “I love you too,” I answer kissing your lips again. I fluff your pillows and make you comfortable.
By Max M Power5 years ago in Filthy
Diary of a Rubber Doll
Day 9 But it is? How do I know just how much time has really passed? I have no way to distinguish one day from the next.... Just moments of clarity that all seem to blend into each other. Even when I am blind I am awake much of the time. I do not rest.... I wonder if they know that???
By Evelyn Turner5 years ago in Filthy
