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the 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.
By Asrai Devin5 years ago in Filthy
ICOY 3
Sunlight turns the inside of my eyelids orange, and Sam's cologne stains my lungs. I lie in bed, feeling firm and warm arms around my waist. I feel breaths brush my nose, tickling my skin. I open my eyes and see Sam watching me. "Hey," he says lightly, his lips puckering.
By Starbucks Quxxn5 years ago in Filthy
A Night in the Life..
I’m sobbing her name, and she’s pulling my hair, her fingers tangled through my dreads. Her teeth –jesus fucking god– she’s got my clit in her mouth and she’s biting me; my clit, my labia, my clit again. Tiny little bites between these long, slow licks and it’s too much and it’s taking me apart and it’s not enough and it’s absolutely fucking sublime.
By Danny Darke5 years ago in Filthy
ICOY 2
I rush to a green apple and dark wood kitchen, feeling my pounding heartbeat. I grab a used pot from the cluttered sink, and kneel on the floor, having a sentimental struggle. "Fuck! " I grunt, taking in a shuddering breath, before placing my phone on the floor and using the pot in my other hand to demolish it. I bang the screen in five times, hearing the glass shatter, seeing the metal under-workings.
By Starbucks Quxxn5 years ago in Filthy
Too Hot to Handle
The sweat dripped from my eyebrow and fell to my eyelash. I felt it, as more slid down to the tip of my nose, before I could wipe it with my gym towel. Out of breath was an understatement, but pushing my body past its limits was the only relief I had felt for months. I needed a break. I followed the speckled carpet straight into the women's locker room. I stopped in front of my locker 135, but I knew I wasn't leaving yet. The sauna was calling to me and I had recently begun using binaural beats for meditations. I needed any kind of relief that the world had to offer and my therapist had suggested it a few weeks back. To be honest, it was a close second to the strenuous workouts. I got into the habit of using the sauna everyday, it became my private sanctuary where I could unwind without being disturbed. Today, I wanted that more than anything; or so I thought.
By CreatingAkasha 5 years ago in Filthy
ICOY 1
My phone pings atop a kitchen's counter. Text: What the fuck you mean you don't have it yet? Milk spills from a bowl in my hands, splattering to the floor, as I lean over to read the new text. Who is this?? I mentally ask the random contact in my messenger. Just delete. No, say, "you have the wrong number. No, just leave it alone. I continue eating my bowl of Lucky Charms. I liked to have the marshmallows outnumber the cereal. I always pluck out the hard pieces for a bit before being satisfied. I devour the bowl of sweet crunch like the damn hulk. When done, I tilt the bowl and sip the fruity milk. While gulping it down, another ping comes from my phone. Text: Use this card: 5891 5200 6731 7509, 734 04/2021 get the shit!
By Starbucks Quxxn5 years ago in Filthy
Divine Feminine
I closed the door to the bathroom, and stood by the sink - examining my face in the mirror, eyes narrowed as I absorbed my features one at a time. Bright blue eyes shone cornflower flecked with silver beneath mascara-coated lashes, my overly expressive brows knit together, my critical face looking more angry than anything. And that anger was solely directed at myself, I had no right to be here in nothing but an oversized tee shirt, lusting after the woman in the bedroom I'd just left...the woman that fascinated me so deeply. No right at all. My fingers ran absently through my pin straight auburn hair, it was fine like silk thread, and just as soft. I took a deep breath to center myself, wiped my forehead and under my eyes with a damp washcloth, and walked back into the bedroom.
By Jocelynn Carothers5 years ago in Filthy
