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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.

In the Light of Day
My dad shifts his right leg as he sits almost directly in front of me. He’s partially slumped in his coffee-coloured hotel chair, it’s an unreasonably comfortable chair. I say this only because I still can’t relax in the thing.
By Eulonda B. Marie6 years ago in Filthy
Cheryl
Cheryl was looking at boxes that she had ready near the front door marked, Charlie. It was all of the things that he had own. She knew one day Charlie was going to leave, but the 20-year-old Crimson-haired young woman never thought his departure from this world would stem from the trauma she experienced a couple weeks ago. The young woman saw the truck pull up, ready to take his donations, and she put them outside, one box at a time.
By Rayna Quinns6 years ago in Filthy
From Husband to Has-been
Being single is one of the most rewarding things you could do for yourself during quarentine. I’m sure there are a handful of couples at this very moment arguing over trivial things for being stuck in the house for too long. Unfortunately for You Trouble in paradise is bound to creep your way. Sometimes, relationships don’t always work out. But when you’re couped up on lockdown with just your wife, arguments can occur. Fight could ignite, break-ups could happen and loneliness is the only thing you might fear at the end.
By Kyle Smith6 years ago in Filthy
Kara's worst Day
Kara walked into her house after being in a Hotel room after being with Fraternity Brothers, who wanted to not be virgins anymore, and they got what they wanted. Soon Kara will get what she wants; in 24 hours, those two will die when their hearts exploded, and she will bask in her aftermath. She was the center of attention tonight and needed a break, then convince the two to have sex with each other as well.
By Rayna Quinns6 years ago in Filthy
Dance for Me
Even though her choreography work was mostly modern dance, Tia’s first love was ballet. As such, she ended every dance session with the basic ballet moves..
By Asrai Devin6 years ago in Filthy
Leave your clothes at the door
"Come on, Jennie. I'm not taking anything off while your neighbors are sitting right there on their porch." It was broad daylight when I found myself standing at my best friend's door, she was telling me the only way to get inside was to stop completely before entering.
By Vanime6 years ago in Filthy
Private Eye
Peter was a private investigator who had been hired by a guy to follow his wife. He had been given her full profile and bio and was told all of her favourite haunts. He had also been given a photo and his client had told him that his wife was not very attractive but was still popular with men. Peter had thought she was quite pretty but said nothing.
By Lucy Lilithian Brown6 years ago in Filthy
Curse of the Moon
D’nai Today was a very hard and strange day. He gave me weird assignments, and then sends me home early and then insists on taking me home. I have no idea what is going on in this man’s head but at least, he plays well. “Is this where you dwell ?" He stares at my beat-up apartment building in a not-so-safe area. “Yup, this is my place. See you at seven Mr. Davey's?” “Yes, and it’s sir. Do not forget.” “' Sorry, yes sir. See you tomorrow morning. I do not know why he ended the day so early, but it gives me a chance to finish what I need to do today and maybe get some rest early…“You’re here early,” Mr. Gray said to me as I was sitting waiting for my instructions from him or Mr. Davey. “Yup, didn’t want to be late on my second day.” “Hmm. Well, here are your instructions for the day.” The list that Mr. Gray gave me was at least three pages long. “How am I supposed to get all of this done today? Everything on this has to get done today?” “Ms. Samore, I assure you that if you do not complete everything on this list today, you don't have to show up tomorrow.” Now that my anxiety is through the damn roof, I look at the list and try to categorize. I have all day right. It’s 11:00, and I am halfway done with my mini lists of this three-page monster.
By Destiny Smalls6 years ago in Filthy
How I Learned to Properly Play With Myself
Warnings: sexual activities and thoughts, kinks, nudity, Remus, swears, mild blood If you think about it, it's not really weird. After all, apart from aces and the innocent, who hasn't had arousing thoughts swarming in their heads? Maybe it was boredom that drew me to the idea, or was it loneliness? Maybe curiosity? Could it have been all of the above? What am I talking about? Well, let me explain.
By Monique Star6 years ago in Filthy
Personal Shopper
Emptying her gym bag for a third time, Riley muttered “fuck” under her breath as she realized she forgot to pack a bra. She had worn her sports bra under her athletic clothing to the gym with the intention of showering and getting ready after her work out and heading straight to work. All her work clothes were packed into her bag, expect a bra.
By Jo. Schmidt6 years ago in Filthy
Hamlet & Ophelia
Though she was just a lady in waiting to his mother, the young prince couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful young girl as she sat at the far table with the other servants and handmaids. She was laughing at something he was unable to hear and just the sight of her face lighting up with joy caused a small smile to form on his face. She was so incredibly beautiful and even though he was surrounded by maidens and other high ladies, he found his eyes on only her. He found the jewels and expensive clothes all these women wore distracting. It took away from seeing their true selves.
By Jo. Schmidt6 years ago in Filthy
G-SPOT CHRONICLES STORY 7
Petra had gone to the Brownsville Street School of Fuckin’, and passed with excellence. She had a double major: She earned a Masters’ Degree in getting titty and pussy fucked, and a Master’s degree in Double Penetration. She was mostly proud of her PhD in suckin’ dick. With that, she could get into most nightclubs and get free drinks all night at the bar. Hands-down, Petra beat all hoes; people came from out of town, just for some of her expert pussy churning, and excellent head. She couldn’t think of a man, whose toes didn’t curl; who didn’t try his best to explain to her, how the head she gave them was the best in their life.
By M.L.L.6 years ago in Filthy