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FEMININE FIRE 🔥
The dark hallway screams of echoes. The sounds of my red stilettos tapping against the floor. I stop to listen beyond the clicking of my heels. Pulling a long black strand of hair behind my ear, I place my other hand on my hip. I love to fuck with him! I know he can hear me and I know he feels me near. He sent for me hours ago, but the bitch in me loves to make him wait. I smirk as I hear the door click.
SPLF: Sensual Pleasure, Lustful Fire 🔥Published 8 months ago in FilthyLifting. Part 2
“Yes,” she stated. “It may go against our views of love, but I would rather be loved than never loved at all.” “How should we go about this?” His nerves began to rise upon realizing the commitment in her voice.
Thavien YliasterPublished 8 months ago in FilthyTRUE LOVE VERSUS INFATUATIONS
**"True Love vs. Infatuation: Unveiling the Difference"** You might be familiar with the term "fool's gold," but have you ever wondered about its origins? If not, allow me to share its intriguing story. Back in the era of the gold rush, countless individuals embarked on quests to uncover valuable gold deposits. Amidst their searches, they stumbled upon a gleaming mineral that bore a striking resemblance to gold. Unwittingly, some collected substantial quantities of this mineral, known as "pyrite," under the impression that they had stumbled upon genuine gold. However, their elation soon turned to disappointment as they realized their error - pyrite was utterly devoid of value. Despite its superficial resemblance to gold, it held no worth, thus earning the moniker "fool's gold."
oduko solomonPublished 8 months ago in FilthyResearch Experiment on Nudity at University: Part 2
I have finished my Ph.D. thesis and submitted it for examination. In the meantime, I have been doing some tutoring for various classes. One day after I finish one of those tutorial classes I was walking along a corridor and saw an advertisement titled “Calling for nude subjects for a nude experiment within the University”. That notice had some basic details about the position and provided the official address where anyone can go and get further details of that advertisement. At the end of the advertisement, it mentioned that individuals engaged in jobs involving nudity such as those at strip clubs or massage parlors could not apply and that they expect ordinary people who are not into sex-related industry. Those who fantasize about being nude are preferred. So it looked to me that it specifically targets people like me.
Romantic entanglements
In one of my romantic entanglements. I loved, I mean, I deeply loved her with everything in me and everything in the everything in me. You know, I never cared about the popular ideology of measuring love and not showing lavish love to someone, if not they'd take you for granted. Nope, I was a lover without restriction and reservation, it got fine till things changed...
oduko solomonPublished 8 months ago in FilthyUnraveling the Intricacies of the "Reverse Harem" in Modern Romance
Hello to my fellow book enthusiasts! Today, I’m taking a deep dive into a captivating, yet contentious topic in the world of romance novels: the “reverse harem” trope. For those who might not be in the know, “reverse harem” is a niche within the broader romance genre where our leading lady finds herself enveloped in the affections of multiple male (and occasionally non-binary) counterparts. Most of the times with a supernatural ring to it. As an ardent fan and a dedicated reader of reverse harem tales, I've been reflecting on certain facets of this subgenre that might benefit from a closer look.
A.B. ReyesPublished 8 months ago in FilthyCraving Her
The sun peeked in through the crack in the curtains. It caused you to stir awake from a dream that left you sweaty. The blankets were pulled tight and twisted around your tacky skin.
Shannon BurgerPublished 8 months ago in FilthyWings of Hope: The Drone Rescue
A drone, also known as an Unmanned Aerial Vehicle (UAV), is a remote-controlled or autonomous aircraft that doesn't require a human pilot onboard to operate. Drones come in various sizes and shapes, from small handheld models to larger aircraft resembling traditional airplanes or helicopters.
Peter KaanPublished 8 months ago in FilthyMade To Crawl I
Matthew Turnback was a man who, all things considered, should have loved the life he lived. He was still young - in his mid-twenties - and making great money off of his chosen career path while living happily married to a woman he had fallen for since the day he first met her. His job, Personal Assistant to Mayor Bannivan, involved an adequate mix of both stress and excitement. Most men wouldn't care for setting up meetings, organizing files, and signing documents on behalf of the appointed representative of the city they lived in, but to Matt, it invoked a large sense of purpose and responsibility. The downside was that it left him exhausted and dearly missing his wife at the end of each day.
Evan FulnitePublished 8 months ago in FilthyDesperate Times
The halls of the Marlborough Building are empty as I walk to my door at 11:33 PM, hoping Laura will forgive me for being so late. I texted her to let her know, but her solo letter “K” response has me nervous. Before, it wouldn’t have, but I’m worried I’m finally trying her patience. My job as an independent building inspector sometimes means traveling far and working odd hours. But for the past three years, Laura’s been the best childcare a single, working father could ask for.
How BDSM Could Help Your Relationship in Playboy Job
The term BDSM (Servitude/Discipline, Strength/Accommodation, and Perversion/Masochism) is a trick all expression for a scope of ideas and practices focused upon a power trade inside the setting of sexual closeness. Different exercises in BDSM might incorporate controlled voyeurism, exhibitionism, and pretending to be a playboy.
Srinivas mishraPublished 8 months ago in FilthySlave
Chapter Three I got up from where Jesse had placed me on the bed, went into the bathroom, closed the door, sat on the floor and cried. It was all I could do. I had no way of escaping due to the fact that I had no weapon and had no idea how to fight. I then thought of how much I now regretted taking my trip. How I wish I hadn't been so stubbornly independent. I found myself wishing that I had listened to my mother's concerns instead of laughing them off. Then I remembered my phone was still at twenty percent battery when I got here. I got up off the bathroom floor, opened the bathroom door and scrambled across the room in search of my phone. When I finally found it I went to open the screen only to find that it wouldn't open due to the fact that the battery had finally died and of course I had no charger for it due to leaving it in my car. I was so pissed I chucked my phone across the room where it hit one of the walls and fell to the floor. I went over to the phone that laid on the end table by the bed and tried dialing 911 on it all I heard was silence. I looked down at the cord that was supposed to be plugged in to the wall only to find it had been cut. I laid down on the bed, threw the covers over my now shivering naked body and began sobbing. I must have cried myself to sleep cause the next thing I knew I was woken by voices in the room. I opened one of my eyes slightly to see Jesse and the leader standing at the foot of the bed. I quickly closed my eye so that they would not know I was awake. This way I hoped maybe if they thought I was asleep they would leave me alone for the night.
Phoenix CobainPublished 9 months ago in Filthy