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My Girlfriend Was Alone. Content Warning.
The leather of the journal is cool and smooth under my palms. It’s late. The kind of late where the world outside my window has gone quiet, save for the occasional sigh of a car on wet pavement. This lamp casts a warm, guilty pool of light, and my pen feels like the only thing tethering me to this planet. I have to write this down. If I don’t, I think the memory might burn a hole through me. It’s not just a story; it’s an echo in my bones, a hum under my skin. Last night. God, last night.
By Chahat Kaur6 months ago in Filthy
The Resort
Rob was standing at the bar enjoying his drink and people watching everyone at the club. He watched his wife making out with Chase and could assume from the faces Andi was making that he had penetrated her in some way, whether it was his fingers or cock, Rob wasn’t 100% sure. But either way, he loved watching Andi get ravished like that.
By Jo. Schmidt6 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
“So handsome, what did you have in mind for your sexy lady?” I smirked. I lick my lips and smirk as I watch you warm my cock up by stroking it. "Hmm, a sexy lady like you deserve to have all of her holes filled up." I tease before leaning down and whispering. "All of your holes."
By Forest Green6 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
“Yes, do it. Fully claim me!” I moaned. Soon after, I came a third time & felt your cock explode inside of my pussy. Your warm cum filled me up, and even began to leak out of my pussy because there was so much. I trembled a little bit after my orgasm finished, and held onto you very closely.
By Forest Green6 months ago in Filthy
Christmas Eve with Santa's 'Naughty List'. Content Warning.
You ever feel the whole house inhale right before the clock tips toward midnight on Christmas Eve? Candles flare a little higher, snow hushes its own fall, and suddenly everything's listening. That's where it started for me. I was curled up by the tree, nursing a mug of mulled wine - cheeks pink from the fire, fingers sticky with cinnamon - when the grandfather clock knelled eleven and change. No carols, no half-wrapped gifts, just me and a note tied with scandalously red ribbon:
By Chahat Kaur6 months ago in Filthy
Two Sisters. Content Warning.
July 14th. 3 AM. The city is quiet finally, just the hum of my old fridge and the distant sigh of a bus brakes a few blocks over. I can't sleep. My skin feels too tight, my mind replaying a film reel I swore I'd destroyed. It's been five years. But some memories are tattooed on the inside of your eyelids, you know? You close your eyes, and there they are. Vivid. Unforgiven. Unforgotten.
By Chahat Kaur6 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
"Not just a pretty face, huh?" I tease you as I kiss you passionately, happy to see you reciprocate it. "There's more where that came from, Mrs Olsen." I say before twirling my tongue around yours, letting you taste your own juice. My hands went to hold onto your ass before patting it, making it jiggle. "A fine woman like you should be cherished. Do you want to be cherished?" I playfully ask.
By Forest Green6 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
I gently hold your hand again. "I can be that person for you." “David,… you’re so much younger than me. You don’t wanna just throw your life away for any woman, regardless, if she needs help or not.” I tried to explain, as you step even closer to me, and hold my hand.
By Forest Green6 months ago in Filthy
