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Imona's Prison - Chapter 2
It had been a while since they had started walking, at least two hours. Imona was starting to break. Her feet hurt, her neck and wrists hurt, her legs were burning. She couldn’t even stop to catch her breath. Even with the horses walking at a slow and steady pace, if she even paused for a second, she was dragged along the dirt and rocks. The guards ignored her and chatted idly on their horses. There were four guards ahead of her, and then Killian’s horse at the front.
By Nikki6 years ago in Filthy
Luli
“We have just touched down in Sydney where the weather is a balmy 36 degrees, a reminder to remain seated with your seatbelt fastened until the aircraft comes to a halt and the Captain switches off the seatbelt sign,” Luli says through the intercom somehow impossibly chirpily despite it being for the fourth time today. She was tired and couldn’t wait to get back to her hotel for 3 days rest and actually enjoy a weekend for the first time in god knows how long.
By Frank Mcgrath6 years ago in Filthy
Jackuum
"The orc Clan Leaders are on their way, General." The large man standing over the map of the battle field nods in acknowledgement. "Good. We'll need them to break the line on humans once we can form our legion. Are the others coming?"
By Aurora Watson6 years ago in Filthy
Imona's Prison - Chapter 1
Imona was frustrated. She had been sewing all day, and still her mother would not let her leave the house. There were places to go, fruit and flowers to smell! She sighed. She hadn’t been able to leave the house for the last week, all because some stupid boy pulled down her hood and spat in her face. She had just finished her second dress, when she heard the front door open and close, followed by talking in the front room. She figured her mother was seeing a customer.
By Nikki6 years ago in Filthy
Darlin', won't you ease my worried mind (pt. 2)
The club was too dark and the music too loud. The electric bass thrumming through the speakers pumped through her body and beat inside her chest. The song had a sexy rolling beat that paused at just the right places. It was a true clubbing song with hardly any words at all, except for the rare occasion when a man's deep voice boomed as the music lulled, stating simply ‘the devil’s hands have been busy’, and then the beat would boom richly in her chest again. Multi-colored spotlights swirled around the dance floor, the only light that illuminated the massive center of the club. Strips of red tinted LED’s ran across the walls and wall scones held electric candles that didn't provide much lighting at all. True, it was dark outside, but the city glow and the street lamps lining the sidewalk were terribly bright compared to the inside of the club.
By AF Howse6 years ago in Filthy
Saturn in Retrograde I 1:6
Six “ Where in the fuck is he? It’s eleven-thirty. I could kill that little twerp!” Gary sat in the upstairs office of Delcino’s Sports Bar, brooding. Tanner Benjamin had, predictably, decided to take the entire evening off. That was not the agreement. That was not the plan. That was a serious breech of the mores and folkways established between himself, and that little ogre. He looked out the long two-way mirror at the crowded floor. It was Saturday night, it was party time, and they were one man short in the kitchen. That made an already hot, miserable environment that much worse. It was the hostility factor. Every time he had gone downstairs and into the back he could feel it: unhappy employees. It was not what he needed. It was serious violation of--- “The mores and folkways...Tanner Benjamin, you are in serious violation of the folkways.” Three hours from now, Rachel Wasserman would be choking on his monster cock, drunker than a dorm full of sorority sisters, and he would forget about the dickless wonder with the ho-hum expression that had no-showed and left him one man short in the kitchen. He saw this phrase in his mind as if it had been lit up like a Las Vegas sign: ONE MAN SHORT IN THE KITCHEN. It made him want to shit on somebody’s head. He put his palm out and punched it with his curled fist. Daddy had always said you couldn’t trust short guys. “They’re just a tad more vicious, a little sneakier, and psycho. Watch out: they’ll hit you when you’re not looking, sport.” And Daddy was always right about these things.
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Filthy
Six is Company Teaser
Chapter 1 “This is how rumors get started,” I whisper in Cas ’s ear, as we pose before the photographers on our way into the charity gala we’ve spent the last month planning. His hand is resting far too intimately on my lower back, and I can’t pretend I’m actually protesting because of the gossip rags. In truth, it’s because I know the hot flush rising up my cheeks has nothing to do with the champagne served in the limo and everything to do with the way Cas ’s hand on my skin makes me want to prove the rumors true by pushing him against the nearest flat surface and taking him in all a matter of creative and carnal ways.
By Emery Grace 6 years ago in Filthy
Filthy Little Whore
September 17th Dear Diary, I don't have much to report today. I gave birth to Sadie, my daughter, only three months ago. And since then, Eli has not only gone back to work, but he spends more time working than with us, his family. We get none of his attention.
By Rhea Rose 6 years ago in Filthy
PrettyBoy Tales
Prologue It was so sensational, the aromas, the tastes and the bodily connections. The orange light bounced off their skin like a sun on the water during a sun set. Captivating all men from miles away. Her curves telling a thousand stories some lies. One told me the story of a young man from North Carolina.
By Prettyboysteele 💎6 years ago in Filthy
My Muse
Lavade collected her thoughts, she decided she would paint. It would relax her and she could escape into her imagination. She put her coffee down and grabbed a smock and new canvas poured out some paint and sat down. She closed her eyes and began to think. As she relaxed her mind it began to wander.
By Netha Lawrence6 years ago in Filthy
Saturn in Retrograde I 1:4, 1:5
Four “My name’s Sabrina. Sorry about all that. When we get to yelling at each other, I just kind of lose it. Hey, can I ask you something?...Uh, what’s your name?”
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Filthy
The Demon's Plaything
"Take this. If you want to have a good time, then this is the best I can give you." I stared down at the small crystal necklace before looking up at the sales clerk. "Is this some sort of New Age thing?"
By Amora Jones6 years ago in Filthy