Angelique Michaels
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Just a Soft Touch
It had been far too long since we had seen each other, since I had smelled the minty musk of his shampoo or the aroma of leather that clung to his skin. I tucked an errant strand of his long dark hair behind his ear, clearing the view to his handsome face, but it just fell again. I didn’t mind; his hair was so soft that pushing it back became as sensual as anything else I could imagine in this moment.
By Angelique Michaels4 years ago in Filthy
I Can't Hear You
“I could hear you in there,” he announced as I stepped out of the bathroom in the spacious hotel room. It wasn’t often that we found a hotel with a bathroom like this one, as big as some of the rooms we had stayed in. We had a day off and had gone off on our own to get a nice room – with a nice bathroom – and some time to ourselves.
By Angelique Michaels4 years ago in Filthy
Adrenaline Junkie Part Two
I am impressed by how quickly Michael is catching on to killing. Sure what he is killing is technically already dead but there is still a rush to it. And everyone knows it’s dangerous. We stand, shoulder to shoulder, as the hoard approaches. Today we are trying it hand to hand, with blades instead of bows.
By Angelique Michaels4 years ago in Filthy
Adrenaline Junkie
I take a long draw from the beer bottle, wrapping my lips around it, caressing it with my tongue for Michael to watch. We sit on the asphalt, our backs against the wall, facing each other from either side of the corner. From our vantage point on top of the garage, we could see for several blocks in any direction. We could see them coming before they ever knew we were there.
By Angelique Michaels4 years ago in Filthy
Tell Me a Story
I watched him as he read the stories I’d only partially planned on him ever reading. Stories of my fantasies of us, of things I wanted to do with and to him. I wasn’t worried what he’d think. But I had written them while he, himself, was still a fantasy. The idea of sharing them with him had been a far off distant curiosity that I thought may never be fulfilled.
By Angelique Michaels5 years ago in Filthy
Long Distance Love
“I love your nails.” “Thanks,” she said, showing them off in the light. “I did them while I was sexting Adam last night.” I watched her face as she made her confession, proudly announcing that she’d faked it through another dirty text session with her boyfriend.
By Angelique Michaels5 years ago in Filthy
Wedding Daze
One thing I had heard from pretty much all of my girlfriends was that they were all too tired at the end of the day to consummate their marriages. That when they finally got to their hotel suite or even just back home, some of them even fell asleep still in their dress.
By Angelique Michaels5 years ago in Filthy
Coming in for a Landing
The air between them was tense as he helped her retrieve her suitcase from the baggage carousel. It was a nearly tangible tension but definitely not a negative one. Instead, it was the tension that came with having too much to say to one another. After all, the reason she had made this trip was to, once and for all, sort out their feelings, face to face, skin to skin, if it came to that.
By Angelique Michaels5 years ago in Filthy
The Intimacy of Writing About Sex
I started writing explicit scenes in college. At first it was part of a massively multiplayer online role playing game (MMORPG) that I had gotten into with the guy I was sleeping with. We’d be in our separate dorms playing the game together and take “role playing” to a place the creators of the game likely didn’t intend (at least, not that they would admit). When he transferred out of state for a semester, we continued with the game but also just got together in private chats to offer one another little gifts for the wank bank.
By Angelique Michaels5 years ago in Filthy