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Five Eyeroll Inducing DMs on Fetlife
As an AFAB woman (Assigned Female at Birth), the dating scene is a frustrating, and even potentially dangerous place. Dating in the kink scene makes it about a thousand times more complicated and honestly, more cringe-worthy.
Little AlicePublished 3 years ago in FilthyCozy Cabin Adventures
My girlfriend is staying at her cabin up north. She asked me to come up but I'm stuck at work doing overtime. I am so pissed.
Katrina LovesPublished 3 years ago in FilthyThe Depths of Touch
Sitting alone wanting the touch of his image to come to reality. So the image will do. For now. In the dark hours my eyes roll and close as I slowly release my breath. Waiting.. my body throbs for a response. He growls with the deep voice telling me what I want to hear. As the conversation goes on, entanglements of thoughts cross my mind. Of how I long for him to grip me. How I want him to lift me to the Heavens and have me crash down on the bed while doing hellish acts. Pressure to want to lung through and cross paths. Patience is running low as I think of the movie about to begin. The movie plays like a dream. Lifted by the clouds in thought. As he grabs and grips onto the curves of my hips to lift me onto him, I feel him grow. He places me down and the animal comes out of both souls.
Rebecca ChesbroughPublished 3 years ago in FilthyA Secret Romance Chapter Four
Chapter Four. A trinket of Hope. As the sun began to rise giving a wintry haze upon the landscape outside the window, Manfred awake carefully casting his eyes down to the beautiful women still laid asleep beside him on the rug of the floor. He knew that it wouldn't be long before the bugle played out in the morning light to awaken the men ready for their day preparing them for another chancing glance, risking their lives and giving death across the war fronts.
Alixzandra WisemanPublished 3 years ago in FilthyDane's Bad Day
Dane was having a bad day. He'd stubbed his toe on the couch, gotten shampoo in his eyes, and spilled hot coffee on his shirt. It just wasn't going his way. He was tense and snappy and his thoughts were all over the place.
MarzLiteroticaPublished 3 years ago in FilthyWhen Wolves Can't Sleep
Dane couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t sleep and he didn’t want to. DIdn’t want to face the nightmares that had plagued him the last five nights in a row. It wasn’t fair. He hadn’t gotten good sleep in over a month, and it was taking its toll on him. He was snappy, crabby for no reason. He had yelled at Shawn just for asking if he was okay. Poor Shawn. He’d had a deer in the headlights look, not expecting the outburst at such a simple question. But it wasn’t simple, was it? It wasn’t that easy.
MarzLiteroticaPublished 3 years ago in FilthyBusiness Trip
You return to your hotel room late in the evening... after drinking with friends from the business conference you're attending.
The Play Party; pt 2
Nadia and Sir had finished their scene, but Nadia was still a touch nervous. Nothing at all like she had been initially, but definitely still nervous. Hopefully, the next few rooms would make the rest of her anxieties disappear. She hadn’t felt any of the fear while in subspace, but that was normal. It was unfortunate that it had come back, but it was what it was and couldn’t be helped.
MarzLiteroticaPublished 3 years ago in FilthyRoscoe Forthright. GRIMOIRE
GRIMOIRE. BOOK 2. PART 1. No person has an easy time going back to their normal, predictable ways of life after talking with a 5000-yr.-old archangel especially when the archangel is the trumpet-player, Gabriel (known to his jazz-playing friends as, Gaby Silverhorn.) Roscoe Forthright returned from Canada to his home in Washington State, without mentioning his conversation with Gabriel to Amber Riverwood, nor the other witches of her coven. Even with his lovers, his closest friends: Amber, Gina, Rosalee, and Bea, Roscoe was too stunned to know what to say. There is no calm, reasonable, believable, credible way to speak about Gabriel without any supporting evidence. There exists nothing except the experience as he remembers it. The Celestial Trumpet-Player did not record any tunes for him to play for anyone . And , the narrative as it exists , would get him locked -up in m ost places ! He met an elderly Canadian Aboriginal , who talk e d about his wor k as an Archangel , then disappeared into a scrying pool , and waved to Roscoe as he walked off with his camel in ancient Egypt . Who would believe that tall tale !? Truly , the whole thing is too far from both Christian and Aboriginal beliefs to hold any water at all . Even his lovely pagan witches dancing naked in moonlight and evoking the Horned God , would rolled their eyes to Heaven , thinking the old guy has at last lost his few remaining marbles . Roscoe also questions the motivation of a Christian, Muslim and Jewish archangel. What business does he have showing up in the forests of British Columbia. Is he really the same guy Aboriginals call, Raven. Not likely! Roscoe knows his girls would not laugh at him. They are too polite for that. He knows Amber would smile and say, “What have you been smoking, my love?” In this, Roscoe now knows what anyone seeing a UFO must feel like, trying to explain it, or even describe the event to other people . Roscoe was not at all inclined to talk about it , at least not for awhile .
Roscoe ForthrightPublished 3 years ago in FilthyNew Year's Surprise
I entered the pub to start my New Year's shift. I knew it was going to be a crazy night. It is every year. I've worked here for four years now. The job wears on you, but I love the nightlife. I had on my favorite tight black pants and a black shimmery blouse. Pretty basic but as a bartender I usually end up a mess by the end of the shift.
Ginger MoonPublished 3 years ago in FilthyNosey neighbor
Hello, welcome to my story. My name is Micheal , Mike for short. I live in a wonderful small community off the beaten path a bit. Everyone knows one another mostly, and we have group cook outs and stuff. I am a writer by trade. Fantasy science fiction mostly. I am currently single, and no girlfriend at the moment. I am just about to turn 45.
HISTORY OF SEX TOYS
FOR ME, SEX TOYS WERE NEVER LESS TABOO THAN HAVING SEX BEFORE MARRIAGE. THE POPULARITY OF SEX TOYS HAS BEEN STEADILY RISING OVER THE LAST COUPLE OF YEARS, AND IT’S BECOME MORE AND MORE ACCEPTED TO USE THEM.
My Sex Toy FinderPublished 3 years ago in Filthy