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Chapter 5: The First Night
Morven's Point of View As I lay in Jake's arms, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. We had been flirting all night, and I knew that this was the moment we had both been waiting for. Jake's hands were gentle and caressing, his fingers tracing the curves of my body with a sense of reverence and awe.
By Omasanjuwa Ogharandukunabout a year ago in Filthy
The Truths We Hold . Content Warning.
The next morning, I awoke feeling energized. I haven’t slept a full eight in, I don’t know, since middle school? You get no sleep in college, and since I started this job as an autopsy tech, we’re always swamped with work and bodies. I swear that people find ridiculous new and inventive ways to kill themselves every day. Sure, murders, car accidents, and overdoses add to the list, but the number of Darwin Awards I could pass out would be ridiculous.
By Aaron Thompsonabout a year ago in Filthy
Book of Vixen Vol. I
Vixen wakes to the soft summer breeze drifting in from the shores of Ocho Rios outside. The sheer curtains, billowing with the wind, dance gracefully between her and the sunrise. A beam of light creeps through the patio doors, making its way to the foot of the bed and then gently nudges Vixen’s eyes open. As she stirs, she catches a glimpse of the sunrise, just enough to make her long for a better view. It’s a rare occasion for her to rise early enough to witness such beauty, and it feels as though the breeze was inviting her closer. She gently slips out of bed, draping herself in the white robe that lay on the nearby chair, and makes her way to the balcony.
By Norrie's Kornerabout a year ago in Filthy
From the Memoirs of Ruby LaRue
It was a warm summer evening when I first met Julian Blackwood. He was a successful businessman, with a chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through me. I, on the other hand, was a free-spirited artist, with a wild mane of curly brown hair and a smile that could light up a room. My full lips and curves in all the right places made me a head-turner, and I knew it.
By Omasanjuwa Ogharandukunabout a year ago in Filthy
The Evening is for Us
Live music from a grand piano could be lightly heard from the lounge not far from their table. The walls were draped in velvet black curtains, the backroom’s dim lights danced and shimmered off its reflective surfaces around the room and the candle-lit table was a halfmoon with booth seats wrapped in a soft, dark burgundy suede-like material. A hint of fresh cigarettes and seared sirloin and shrimp permeated the air. Date night had finally become a reality and they had been looking forward to it for some time.
By Tony Stoneabout a year ago in Filthy
You're late. . Content Warning.
I sighed deeply as I approached the door. I glanced down at my phone before reaching for the handle. 2:39. Damnit. First day of class, and I'm already almost 10 minutes late. Hopefully I can sneak in the back without the professor noticing. I unlocked my phone to take one last peek at my schedule. "Professor Cameron." Didn't seem like the name of a hard-ass if they did happen to notice me slipping into the last row. Shouldn't be too much trouble.
By Alex Manegardenabout a year ago in Filthy
