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Tangled in Lust. Content Warning.
“Hi, I'm Allison, you can call me Ally. Nice to meet you.” “Same here.” Her gaze slid over my body as she calmly observed me, trying to guess my thoughts. It wasn't the first time we had met, but it was the first time we had met IN PERSON. My gaze toward her almost seemed like a perverse reflection of her own.
By Cesar González Torresabout 23 hours ago in Filthy
so much for you
Strangely enough, he knew where the bathroom was. By the time I got my ass in there, I could hear some music coming from his mobile phone. It sounded like a good upbeat song. I could already see Austin under the faucet, running water through his hair. Something about wet hair on a guy, its tantilising and freakin' hot. There was enough hair there hold onto. Maybe that's what I will do when we next fool around, pull that soft black hair of his. I was already falling into a dream, dreaming about our next playtime.
By Jerome Smith-Pula3 months ago in Filthy
Bored in the Bedroom? Try These 7 Role Plays Before Monday
Let’s be honest — you can only fake surprise at your partner’s “new move” for so long. Sex can be incredible, emotional, even spiritual… but it can also fall victim to the most unsexy of villains: routine. The lights go off, the same two positions happen, and somewhere in the distance a tiny violin plays for your libido.
By No One’s Daughter4 months ago in Filthy
Meeting My Ex At A Party. Content Warning.
The Balcony October 28th I saw him across a sea of familiar-unfamiliar faces, and for a second, the last five years didn't just vanish; they were violently erased. The air, thick with the smell of tandoori kebabs, spilled whiskey, and too much perfume, went thin. The bass of the bhangra track thumping from the speakers inside seemed to sync with a sudden, hard pulse in my throat.
By Chahat Kaur4 months ago in Filthy
First time someone touched me in crowd. Content Warning.
October 12 I always think of the smell first. Like a heavy blanket, it's jasmine and marigold from the flower guy's cart. Then it smacks you – the sharp smell from those beat-up rickshaws. A warm, wet feeling of so many folks huddled together, all moving like one big thing. Silk, cotton, sweat – all heading towards the river. The Ganga Aarti in Varanasi? It's not something to watch from the stands. It’s like jumping headfirst into a pool. You don’t just see it; it gets into you.
By Chahat Kaur4 months ago in Filthy
Mr. Thorne’s office.. Content Warning.
October 3rd The rain in Vancouver has a particular smell. It’s not just wet asphalt and damp earth. It’s the scent of cedar needles steaming on hot pavement after a sudden downpour, a clean, sharp perfume that gets into your lungs and makes you feel alive. I was breathing it in, standing under the awning of the Humanities building, watching the water sheet down in a grey curtain, separating me from the rest of the world. My backpack was heavy with books I hadn’t read, and my mind was a thousand miles away, or maybe just one floor up, in a corner office with a flickering fluorescent light.
By Chahat Kaur4 months ago in Filthy
Sinful Legacy. Content Warning.
My apartment is too quiet tonight. The kind of hush where every sound is thrown into sharp relief - the tap I never fixed still drips with a stubbornness I somehow admire, the elevator far down the hall sighs like something disappointed, and every empty space echoes with the ghost of his voice.
By Chahat Kaur5 months ago in Filthy
