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That Cougar Thing? Totally Legit!
Nearly a decade ago, I went through a divorce and started dating for the first time as an adult. When friends suggested I write about my experiences, I started a blog. I have been "revisiting" some of my former exploits lately, and decided to share, using my real name, for the first time.
Allison RicePublished 3 years ago in FilthyMy Secret Lover...
MY SECRET LOVER The way we met was so unusual. I went to Books A Million to look for books, which I can spend hours looking through. I was searching for a book on the erotic artist Soyarama, whom I absolutely love. But I was unable to find anything so I went to the help counter and who appeared, but a sweet doe eyed pixie with beautiful eyes and a kewpy doll mouth. I asked about the book and she checked her computer saying they didn’t have it in stock but could order it for me. Since I don’t live in Brunswick I said no, I’d order it local. She asked what kind of book it was and I said he’s an erotic artist and described my favorite picture to her. She then pulled out her favorite “erotic art” book from behind the counter and we began to page through the book. Our conversation flowed so easily and we both seemed very comfortable After finishing looking through the book we talked freely about other things. I asked if she liked poetry and she said yes. So I asked her if she’s ever hear of Punany Poetry and she squealed yes, she’d seen it on “Real Sex on HBO”. We talked about a couple of our favorite episodes and then she asked if I ever heard of the Suicide Girls - I said oh yeah I love them. She told me that she wanted to be one and I said so did I. Now mind you they are very different - in order to become one you have to have either and/or tattoos and piercings. They do pictures and have a traveling erotic show - to which she asked if I ever wanted to go and of course I said yes. I started to show her my tattoos and she came around the counter to show me hers and we talked about our piercing’s and it was just amazing. She loved, what she called, “my garden of Eden” on my left leg. That’s when she asked for my number and quickly gave me hers (plus we exchanged e-mail addresses).
Karen SheltonPublished 3 years ago in FilthySet the Way, Way Back Machine!
Nearly a decade ago, I went through a divorce and started dating for the first time as an adult. When friends suggested I write about my experiences, I started a blog. I have been "revisiting" some of my former exploits lately, and decided to share, using my real name, for the first time.
Allison RicePublished 3 years ago in Filthythe wet muse
Rain was the perfect weather to walk around in. I loved watching the people scurry into their houses, afraid of getting wet. But you didn’t seem afraid of it sitting on the bench waiting for the bus. You seemed resigned to being soaked by circumstance, your white shirt clinging to you as he stared at the street in front of you. No eyes scanning down the street for the perpetually off schedule bus or staring at your phone. You didn’t hug yourself trying to stave off the chill. Perhaps you weren’t chilled.
Asrai DevinPublished 3 years ago in FilthyPut Out
Nearly a decade ago, I went through a divorce and started dating for the first time as an adult. When friends suggested I write about my experiences, I started a blog. I have been "revisiting" some of my former exploits lately, and decided to share, using my real name, for the first time.
Allison RicePublished 3 years ago in FilthyCloverfield Movie-Review
Paramount Pictures started producing the finished screenplay but hired a screenwriter in the middle to review the script for the "Cloverfield" section. One of the last titles Grayshott raised in the film was Cloverfield.
Changing The Lines
I have played around with different careers and roles in my life. I have been a farmer, raising hogs and chickens and growing grain crops. I have been a presenter and a director in a Science Centre. I have hosted my own radio show and, in fact, got married “on the air” in an attempt to allow more people to attend the ceremony and, to cut down on costs, of course. I have been teacher for over 30 years and I have been a student for another 20. During the time I was teaching, I decided to do something to help perfect my craft. I decided to enroll in a Stand-Up Comedy course offered by a near-by College. I felt that if I could stand in front of an audience and bare my soul by telling jokes and stories, I would somehow be more natural and entertaining in my day job of teaching. One of the exercises that my fellow students and I had to complete was to take lines from any movie and change them in a way that would turn the film into a comedy of sorts. Whatever genre the movie started out as, it would now become a comedy because of our line changes. My attempts at this assignment are offered below. I do believe, however, that the changes appear much funnier, if indeed, the reader has previously viewed the film in question. Regardless, read on, and hopefully enjoy.
John Oliver SmithPublished 3 years ago in FilthyThe Birds and the Bees and the Knights of Columbus
No one knew why there was a box with an electric muscle massager in the large junk draw of the laundry room. Whether correct or incorrect, my little brother and I assumed it was for massaging muscles, like it showed in the pictures of happy, beautiful people using it all over their bodies. Greg was an inquisitive type, and soon we had plugged it in and were using it to massage all of our muscles, just like the happy, beautiful people, until...
Gerard DiLeoPublished 3 years ago in FilthyMistress Manor
Epilogue Six years later Marcus stood on the balcony overlooking the blue waters of the Pacific Ocean a drink in his hand, with a large pool off to his right. Turning his head now he looked across that pool to where Bridgett lay naked stretched out asleep on a chase lounge set up in the shade, one arm draped across her toned middle. Her golden skin an even darker dusky shade looking more bronze than gold, he loved running his hands over its heated flesh watching her eyes go wide and haze over with desire as he kneaded her breasts before pinching and tweaking her peeked nipples or worked his finger slowly through her slippery wet folds that pulsed and gripped at him begging for more. He sipped at his drink continuing to stare at Bridgett when he heard the subtle clearing of a throat behind him.
Marie RossPublished 3 years ago in FilthyThe Illuminated One
Some say things happen for a reason… I say it was destiny for me to be here talking to you today!!!! Hello.. My Name is SkittleZ and I’m here to tell you how I Chose the “Fast Life” and the outcome of uncertain circumstances!!! People thought the life I chose was easy in fact to be brutally honest it wasn’t. From being in the entertainment industry to being kidnapped by pimps to even being set up for “Human Trafficking” and if you think that’s crazy well sit back it gets even crazier!!! I became a entertainer around 18 years old the lifestyle may have been looked down upon but it was the “Hustle” the “Motivation” the “Drive” that kept me going and obtaining (Hustler of The Year) every Year. My Stage Name (SkittleZ) a name given, created and well earned!!!! You see I wasn’t your average entertainer I gave my audience the full attraction they desired from the Men to the Women of adult ages. I’m what they call a “Floor Dancer” and Boy did I do that and more… You see being able to provide the Fantasy is one thing but the Desire… Well let’s just say that’s something not all entertainers obtain from their audience and that’s where I came in to provide them with a Show n the “End” I’ll say was worth Dying for!!!
The Return
Sitting in the bay window of my three story beauty luxury home in a ever so peaceful subdivision surrounded by doctors, lawyers, judges, and no drama, no shooting, cars backfiring scarring the crap out of you. Just calmness. I watched the rain hit the window pane as the sun crept through the clouds thinking about my second chances. Both of them. The one that Walter Bronson gave my kids and I five years ago to a new different life. One without can’t and don’t. There was never any “I Can’t or I don’t” with him. Then there was the one where the love of my life, my first love, the father of my children, my soul mate had been released from Federal prison after being given a life sentence and desperately wanted his family, our family back. Our kids are grown now and we have grandchildren, yet something warned me to stay clear of Eric Silver. That he’d only hurt me again as he’d done so many times before, yet another part of me couldn’t dare think about spending the rest of my life without him. His kiss, his touch, the way he felt inside of me touching every part of the walls that surrounded him. The way our bodies connected, became one when we made love. My body melts when he looks into my eyes as he reaches his peak, his eyes rolling back in his head from the pleasure of being deep inside what he called the cave he built, well he’d felt after having so much sex became formed just for him. Crazy right? Yup, that he’d made thirty years ago when we were just teenagers before creating this huge family the two of us now shared. Then just that quick. I was back at one realizing I’d just broken yet another man’’s heart. One who stood by me after his family was torn apart, his marriage destroyed because, because….hold up! Hell no that mess wasn’t my fault he’d lied. I didn’t ruin his marriage he did. Be honest Janice, he did it to his wife. He’d sure as hell do it to you. No matter how good the sex is men still run astray. If we really keeping it one, hundred so do women. What was the return doing to me? What would it do to everyone else? How many lives would be ruined? How many would be healed?Reunited? All because of the Sweet Seduction that slipped through my lips. I wanted what I wanted, when I wanted it, no matter how I got it and right now I wanted it all. Reality was I couldn’t have it that way or could I? It was now 11:00am, time to go visit Eric at the halfway house before Walter returned from Detroit. It was time to see what I’d been without for twenty years and give Eric what he dreamt of every night when he closed his eyes since the night he was taken from us. Me, Janice Avery. I knew I had to wear something classy but sexy. Eric always wanted me showing my legs off, he said I had some of the sexiest legs out and now I was well I’m thick in all the right places, right height, weight, I didn’t look my age by far and of course I wanted him to see the woman I’d become and teach him the things I knew without thinking I’d fucked every guy that looked my way. I slipped into this sexy red body dressed that gripped my waist, rested on my ass, and revealed Eric’s name barely on my right breast with the infinity symbol beside it. Yes he’d branded me before he left however my name was what sat above all those other tattoos that covered his chest. Along with of course the infinity symbol. We were one always. Now we were going to relight that flame that others kept pouring water on. I longed for his touch and I knew he was desiring mine as well. I suddenly began to remember the times we made love in the tub listening to Jagged Edges Promise. I could feel his lips on my neck, his tongue sliding down to my breast, licking my nipples, then lifting me onto his hooked dick. We fucked even after the water had gotten colder, then showered, fucking again.
Stephanie BryantPublished 3 years ago in FilthyMistress Manor
Chapter Seventeen When Marcus came back, he lay there taking stock of how his body felt, had it been hours or days since he had carried them all out of the manor. He blinked twice and slowly turned his head at the sound he heard, and he saw Bridgett there holding Grace’s lifeless body in her arms rocking gently as she cried. He gingerly rolled to his side and to his knees crawling over to her. He wrapped his arms around the both of them he cried with her for the loss of their precious little pet.
Marie RossPublished 3 years ago in Filthy