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Joni and Roddy
Walking the distance from work to The Radicals & Victualles was the last way she could gather her thoughts. This pub seems to be their place, but not a sentimental place that other couple’s have. It’s not the place they first kissed, or where he first asked her to be his girlfriend. It’s the pub opposite the green in Islington that collects wannabe indies and stuck-up young Londoners like dust mites. It’s the place they always ‘talk things through’ after one of their tiffs.
By Bex Thackery5 years ago in Filthy
The Man who will Surely Break my Heart
I arrive home to find that my house is in less than acceptable shape to have a guest over. I glide around the house, frantically collecting laundry, toys and items out of place in my stride. I have a five year old son, who Ryan has met before. He's always so easygoing and natural with my boy, Parker, too.
By Madeline Tetzner5 years ago in Filthy
Pulling Out Should Never Be Plan A
The beach picnic with the “You Can’t Sit With Us” trio had been planned for that Friday night for over a week. A last minute venue change due to weather and time change due to bullshit at work put a tiny hiccup in the plans. We were now meeting an hour and half later than planned at the playground/picnic area of our favorite local park. I sat on a bench waiting for Jess and Shan to arrive as my little girls ran around the equipment, making friends with the sixth graders playing “grounders”. After checking my messages and responding to a long distance friend, I spotted an open picnic table in perfect proximity to the playground. I wandered over to it, only to spot a tall, good looking man in a button up denim shirt, casually making jokes with a group of people not 25 feet from me.
By Lauren Penfound5 years ago in Filthy
My love
Starting at her mid calf he lightly traced his hands up her inner leg to her thigh. She felt goosebumps form as the light tickle of his touch made her arousal increase. Sliding his arms under her legs he gave her a playful grin before lightly flicking her clit with his tongue. She gasped and his smile broadened. He lightly flicked it a few more times before putting the full pressure of him on her, slowly licking and pressing, making her shudder.
By sith queen5 years ago in Filthy
The Pathetic DMs That Will Not Get You in My Pants
My Ashley Madison journey continues. After ignoring it for ten days, I went back to see what was up. I chatted with a few and read other DMs. There were over a hundred winks and favorites (which mean nothing and do nothing by the way), and dozens of messages. At two or three bux a pop, the shareholders must love me and every other woman who signs on.
By Teresa J Conway5 years ago in Filthy
How My Boyfriend and I are Squeezing Together this Valentine's Day. Top Story - February 2021. Created with: INTIMINA.
I have spent roughly 90% of this past year with my boyfriend -- and that is not an exaggeration. That’s all straight, uninterrupted time where we have been in each other’s presence, with the few exceptions where we make it a point to spend time alone. While some couples see the upcoming holiday of love as just another day, Jack and I are more excited than ever, because we have something special planned.
By Jules Fortman5 years ago in Filthy
Her Forgotten Past
Prologue Thump! Thump! Thump! Blood coursed through my veins, as my heart pounded heavily against my chest. My stomach churned, as I felt the snippets of my evening meal rise up in my throat. The sound of kitchen cabinets slamming open and shut and dishes being shattered shook me from my hiding spot. I wrapped my slender arms around my legs and pulled them closely, attempting to soothe my sporadic breathing and drown out the distressing sound from the next room.
By Brittany Brown5 years ago in Filthy
Her Forgotten Past
Chapter 4 I opened my eyes slightly. Everything was so bright. I whimpered as I tried to move my legs. What happened? Where was I? How did I get here? I couldn’t remember anything. The last thing I remember was making dinner for my husband and him slamming the plate across room because he didn’t like the casserole I made. Where was he? Oh, no, I thought. He has taken me somewhere and is going to really kill me this time. His constant threats lingered in my mind, as I heard light footsteps behind me. If I could run, I would have been out of here in a matter of seconds. But I was stuck. I really was going to die this time.
By Brittany Brown5 years ago in Filthy
Her Forgotten Past
Another nightmare. I sat up hastily in my cold bed. How many nights must I endure this constant nightmare before I could finally live my life normally again? The beads of sweat rolled off my forehead, despite how cold it was in my tiny apartment. I held the comforter close to my chest and breathed. This was my fresh start, just what I had been waiting for so long. So why couldn’t I put the past behind me and move on?
By Brittany Brown5 years ago in Filthy
Running Away With My Lover
As I near fifty it's clear more than half my life is behind me. I will not live to 100, but I can expect to live to 81, which leaves me 30 years. It used to seem like a long time, but now, I know how painfully quickly it can go by. How do I want to spend my remaining days on this pale blue dot?
By Teresa J Conway5 years ago in Filthy
