stolen dirty, dirty tapas...

[cross-posted from Dirtyville Collection blog...hence the stolen ;]



little bite-sized morsels of a just a few of our stories. I've chosen little nibbles roughly 100 words or less. More to come, so keep your wine, beer or adult beverage of your choice handy. Or just Kool Aid if you prefer. Doesn't really matter. ;)

These are all from Dirtyville. Stay tuned...

XOXO
Sommer





Bulldozers and Communion
by P.S. Haven

My first post-Helen cock went like this: Chico’s vet. He was ten years younger than me, but he always flirted. I had always discounted it, written it off as flattery meant to keep a middle-aged man coming back for more heartworm prescriptions for his decrepit Chihuahua. But as I was walking out with Chico tucked under my arm, I thanked Dr. Wheeler politely and popped into my mouth one of the plastic-wrapped suckers he kept in a little basket on his counter.

Dr. Wheeler said, “Lucky sucker.”

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Grip
by City Different

Well–forgive the nostalgia–I’ve fucked a lot of women, loved two or three, forgotten most. But ever since I was a kid, growing up in that little town where so much that makes us human was taboo, the simple, gentle intimacy of a girl slipping her hand into mine, interlacing fingers, giving a silent, urgent squeeze, has been enough to pitch me headlong into a gnawing, aching want.

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Red Light, Green Light
by Cora Zane

She sat knock-kneed on the bench seat, displaying the crotch of her white cotton panties. Hazel eyes gleamed with amusement as she drew the crotch aside, giving him a delectable view of her pussy.

She was shaven and glistening wet, and when she rubbed a slow circle over her hard little clit, heat gathered in his face.

“Oh hell…” he murmured, struggling to keep his eyes on the road. He reached out and slid his fingers through her wetness. When she groaned, tilting her hips so his finger slipped inside, he cursed under his breath.

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Not Of This Place
by Willsin Rowe

I stripped and fell beside her, found her fingers where I thought they’d be. Sweat clung resolutely to our bodies even under the fierce cold of the air conditioner. Dad’s voice boomed downstairs and I swore I could smell his breath. I’d never truly believed this party was for me.

Kylie slipped her hand free of mine. She curled it around me like a python and I hissed in sympathy. She rolled up against me, her weightless smile as open as if we were just going swimming. She smoothed her mouth over my cheek, like a greeting, but then kept it there while her hand squeezed me.