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Werewolves On The Nile Chapter 8
Cain brushed off his hands as he turned away. The crocodiles would do their job. Now he just needed to finish off the one who had pulled the trigger then they could put the whole debacle behind them. As he approached the area where he’d left the injured man he the sound of flesh as it tore reached his ears. The crack of bones as powerful jaws crunched them. Cain slowed, the wind was at his back so he couldn’t tell what predator had done his work for him. But as he drew closer he could see the familiar massive shape of Strife as he savaged what remained of the man Cain had shot.
By Kaiden Moss8 years ago in Filthy
When Phone Sex Goes Bad
He stretched out on the bed with the phone propped under his chin. There was a ‘hands free’ setting and he guessed he would use that later, when the time was right. For the minute he preferred the sense that they were whispering in each other’s ears. It felt more intense and dirty.
By James Missaglia8 years ago in Filthy
Toxic Delights: Part 4
It took about thirty minutes to scrub off the day's grime and sweat off her body when Elle arrived at her hotel room. Using the bright yellow loofah sponge and her favorite citrus scented body wash, she used the soapy water to rub against her newly shaved long legs. At six-foot-seven, Elle thought them to be a gift and showed them off whenever she got the chance. At the club. Dinner with friends. She wondered if her secret admirer knew that. Did he know how she secretly got off on figuring him out as much he loved taunting her? It was the reason her sexual drive had increased drastically since she got to Miami. She'd learned the hard way her dark thoughts should never be said out loud, even to the strangers she invited into her bed.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Wet Sheets Saga
I walked through the door to the coffee shop and walked up to the counter. I ordered my favorite iced coffee and a muffin. I sighed as I looked around waiting for my drink. My phone buzzed and I glanced at the text message. "Dinner at home. Love, Mom." Great. That ruins my plans tonight. The barista hands me my cup and I whirl around caught up in my thoughts. That was when I ran straight into him.
By laticia lorde8 years ago in Filthy
Werewolves on the Nile Chapter 7
Some of the men had flashlights and they set them on the ground to point at Cain and Strife as they stopped in front of the temple complex, their backs to the open pit. The Leader stood there as he seemed to take the measure of the two men before he finally spoke in Slavic accented English, “I am told you are soldiers. Mercenaries. Then perhaps you’ll understand this. Tell me where you hid the merchandise and you will be paid. Continue to thwart my men and I and you will both die. It is that simple.”
By Kaiden Moss8 years ago in Filthy
Toxic Delights: Part 3
You've forgotten who you really are. I'd say its disappointing, but I guess I've changed as well. I enjoy watching you run before you walk now, sprinting towards me instead of away. The only regret I have is that this change in you wasn't caused by me. My hands are shaking with envy as I write this, but only because you're beautiful when I put that frown on your face. It belongs to me. Not to a moment of weakness or the faint heartbeats you get when you think about the man who ripped off your favorite disguise. I'd like to see that fire in your eyes again, Elle. It would be in your best interest to indulge me. You're brilliant enough to know that.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Girl on Girl
I'd never been with a woman before her. She was butch with short hair and a foul mouth. Her body was amazing, lush tits and a round ass. She had an attitude and fuck the world smirk. She was my sister's best friend, and she came with her to visit me in Los Angeles. I was living with my boyfriend at the time and perfectly dissatisfied with every aspect of him. I was at first tuned off by Dawn's crass words and blunt speech. "There's a lot of sexual tension between us, we're gonna have to do something about that," she said the first time we were alone together. I didn't feel any tension... I was intrigued by her because she just didn't give a fuck, she said what she wanted and she did what she wanted.
By Meranda Watley8 years ago in Filthy
Just Sex. Top Story - January 2018.
I've always been a sexual person. Since I began having sex, I enjoyed it. Maybe not so much the physical act of it, but the anticipation of it. The feeling of having someone inside of me is really enthralling and intoxicating. I never really know how it happens but it always does. Conversations with the opposite sex, and occasionally the same sex, turn to something erotic. We start to talk about what we find sexy and one thing leads to another.... sometimes the lack of talk is what makes it sexy. When there's no talk and just action. The lead up, the anticipation of sex is a big turn on, but the unexpected is fun too.
By Meranda Watley8 years ago in Filthy
Toxic Delights: Part 1
I can hear him falling apart underneath you. It's my favorite part of the show. And you never disappoint your audience Elle. Never. But you've been keeping things from me. Things that only you and I would understand. Yet here you are, pretending I'm not part of your shadow anymore. I pounded my way through your walls of resistance once. Then relished in the exhilaration it brought to me every night after that. I've gone far too long without your hatred so here's my attempt at bringing us together again. Catch me if you can, Elle Dubois. I'll see you at the finish line.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Werewolves on the Nile Chapter 5
Morning came too soon. The spell which had fallen over Cain the night before shattered when Strife crawled over him to get out of bed. One more day of travel. They should arrive at their destination by nightfall. But it still meant another day on camelback. Another day under the hot sun.
By Kaiden Moss8 years ago in Filthy
The Skull Man: Part 11 (The Ending)
HAZEL The screams were bulldozing every wall she had built to keep them at bay. They wouldn't let her concentrate. The loud pitches of their agonizing screeching shattered her eardrums enough to make them bleed. She was back under his reign of terror. After all this time, how could she have let herself end up back in this cage?
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
