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Life After Love: Part 11
SERENA The appetites for twin baby boys was no joke. I've been breastfeeding for at least two hours now, back and forth, back and forth. My nipples were raw and I needed a break. I pumped what I had left in me into a few bottles for the middle of the night, which was when they loved to wake us up. I had no idea why we even bothered to have a damn nursery when they just kept sleeping with us.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Vincent
My heart is beating and I have little wispy butterflies in my stomach as I return with the waters. I wasn't gone long, but I was glad to be back. There is something about his presence that intimidated and pulled me to him. I felt sexy and alive when I was around him and yet not myself at all. I looked forward to coming to work, just so I could sit across from him in the cubical.
By Jennifer Cypert8 years ago in Filthy
Romancing Satan
Have you ever heard the idiom "The devil is not so black as he is painted?" Figuratively it means a person isn't as bad as people say he or she is. When I say it I mean it quite literally. The devil may not be as bad as people say. There is that theory but then there is also the thought that maybe my soul is more damaged and corrupt than people say. Maybe I'm not painted nearly as black as I should be. Why else would I dream of romancing Satan?
By Susie Brooks8 years ago in Filthy
A Lustful Heart
Her heart's deepest desire was to be loved. She wanted to be loved as much and as deeply as she loved. In her innermost secret places, she was a romantic who believed love could fix anyone, heal anything, tie the tightest bonds and give the most freedom. In fact she attached most of her emotions and awareness to love. Very unhealthy, she knew, however her sense of self worth, her sense of belonging, her fear of abandonment and rejection were tied up in love. She couldn't help believing that love would make everything in her world right and whole.
By Jasmine Smith8 years ago in Filthy
Darkside: What's a Girl to Do?
A tall, broad chested figure walked slowly to Sarah’s car. She couldn’t make out his face because it was still early and still dark. Her heart pounded as the cop got closer. Her chest grew heavy, making simple breathing difficult; like giving a speech to a crowd of 1,000 people. Sarah kicked herself. She should not have used that card. Now, the police have been alerted and she was going to go to jail, then Joseph would take her away to do unspeakable things to her.
By Jennifer Cypert8 years ago in Filthy











