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The Gift
It was a regular day like any other. Sira was walking home from school. The day seemed to extend to long. She was relieved to be done with it. She flipped back her blue hair and smiled, as she looked up to her house coming into view. Bummer she had to spend most of her eighteenth birthday in school, but she was free now.
By Johnathan Hunt7 years ago in Filthy
Next Year
There I was, wondering, like always, about things I can't have. This was different, it was in my reach. All I had to do was win, if I did the new console would be mine. All I needed was twenty-five-thousand tickets. I already had twenty-one-thousand. It comes with new controllers and everything. The game I was best at winning was throwing the rings onto the bottles. Usually it's a pretty rigged game, but I practice alot at home. But the issue was I was running out of time. The carnival closes in two hours, and to be able to get your thousand may take almost three.
By Johnathan Hunt7 years ago in Filthy
I'm Yours
Ash was your typical guy. He liked sports and was very good at them. He played football mostly. He had black hair and a very toned body. But no matter how popular he was, he never seemed to be truly happy. Women threw themselves at him. And he had been with many of them, but never felt truly satisfied. He related it to him just wanting to focus on becoming a professional and had to much on his mind.
By Johnathan Hunt7 years ago in Filthy
Midsummer's Eve
It is Midsummer's Eve, Yrfanis thought to herself. A time when elves celebrated the land, and of love. There would be much dancing and exchanging of gifts. And time spent with one's lover. And I have no lover. Yrfanis smoothed her green blouse, thin, nearly transparent. It left her arms and shoulders bare, and her middle also. She also wore short green breeches, cut off above the knees, and sandals. And nothing else. She smiled, looking at herself in the pool. She saw an elven woman, green haired and green-eyed, with light tan skin. She had curvy legs, firm bottom, a slender waist, and small but firm breasts above. A pretty face, framed by brilliant green hair. A comely woman, she knew, and yet without a lover. She sighed, thinking of her Drow elf friend Aunrae, who had saved her from death, and other, worse things, but a few weeks before. She picked up a gift she had for Aunrae, an armband of silver, with obsidian strips and purple garnet gems. The armband was beautiful, like her friend. The black obsidian matched her skin, the silver her hair, the garnets her eyes. Such lustrous skin, Yrfanis thought. She wished to touch, to caress that skin, she thought absentmindedly, then stopped. Surely not, she thought. Aunrae preferred the company of women, she knew, yet surely she had no such thoughts about Yrfanis! Yrfanis smiled ruefully, and walked out of the clearing, towards the Midsummer's Eve fest.
By Richard Wolf7 years ago in Filthy
To the Frott
“Today, many people are engaging in same sex relationships and saying they are not gay.” Pam Grier, ah what a great quote from one of the best actresses of the last 50 years. Straight men engaging in gay sex has been talked about to death, though it remains popular in many communities. Mostly because there is a school of thought that they aren’t concerned about anything other than sticking their dick in a hole, any hole. With that being said, there is a new trend in gay sex that isn’t so new, but it is finally being talked about.
By Edward Anderson7 years ago in Filthy
The Tale of Two Kitties
Sara sat in front the seat in front of me in my 8th period class. Sara’s hair was cut in a short pixie cut. She wore black studded earrings and several woven chokers. Most of the time she wore long sleeve shirts with thumb holes cut in them. Sara reminded me of my Chelsea. I missed Chelsea so much! I wanted Sara so bad I didn’t know how to ask her. So many times I had put myself out there only to get rejected. Many girls were curious but not curious enough to take things seriously. If another girl did like girls she would often be afraid to say so. Sara wasn’t like that though. I would flirt with her and she would flirt back. Normally I was the aggressor but in this case I was submissive.
By Juniper Mables7 years ago in Filthy
Falling Down the Rabbit Hole (Pt. 1)
Her back against the wall and my backside against her. Her kisses on my neck, like fire ants on my skin. Her fingers lost in me. I knew people were walking by and staring. I knew they were gasping. And for once, I knew I didn’t give a fuck.
By Sydney Amatucci7 years ago in Filthy
