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Stranger pt.9
In the midst of the kiss i couldnt fully tell where it started, where HE started and where i began all i knew was that in that very moment i was lost completely and utterly out of control spiraling into something i wasnt quite sure i was able to handle or endure for to long. But, HOT DAMN did this man know how to use his tongue. The way he danced his tongue around mine in our kiss sent static electricity racing through my blood and all my veins it was as though for some unknown reason the desire i was feeling was being fed more and more with each passing second that we continued with the kiss. The next thing i knew was that his hand was no longer against my throat but in my hair being gripped firmly in his large masculine hand. And when he had what he wanted he pulled my head back and parted away from my lips and began to kiss a trail of fire down my chin and front of my throat his lips unlike the rest of him were soft and warm. Causing me to yearn and ache in ways that i never in my wildest dreams thought would ever be possible. Specially with another human being of this caliber, it was like every touch, every kiss seemed to pull small soft whimpers and moans pleading for more out of my tight throat as i tried so hard to hold them back and not let him know or see just how much he was inticing me.
By JadedPleasures4 years ago in Filthy
Milkshake
“I’ll take a vanilla milkshake, and a water with extra ice.” Audrey said to the waitress with a huge, innocent smile. “I’d like...uuhh...the spaghetti, but instead of meatballs, can you do potatoes? I’ll pay extra if I have to.” I wanted the waitress to know I don’t eat meat, without saying “I’m vegan” because people always feel a way about that. “You don’t want a milkshake?” Audrey asked me coyly. “No, Audrey, I don’t.” I rolled my eyes. She always does that. Tries to tempt me to animal products. It never works.
By Pryia Blunt4 years ago in Filthy
Session 4/18/20
I sit, naked, waiting. The floor is covered in butcher paper, shiny side down, duct taped in place. In case things get messy. I’m sure things will get messy. There are three small space heaters, arranged in a triangle around me. The room is comfortably warm. But I couldn’t stop shivering. I think I’m nervous. Odd.
By Pryia Blunt4 years ago in Filthy
Part XXXVIII: Hot Summer Bods in Women's Sports & Fitness
We're at number 38 of the "Hot Summer Bods in Women's Sports & Fitness" series. Summer is really at its tail end, nonetheless these three amazing women who have made their marks in sports are keeping this the hottest series of the summer.
By Winners Only4 years ago in Filthy
Two Oranges and A Banana
Is fresh fruit too erotic for Google's image-porn-filters? The image filters are a growing extension of word-filters. When is two oranges and a banana NSFW? These fruits are only erotic because we imagine the girl has something else in mind. We imagine she wants to lick balls, while a cock is big and thick. Algorithmic image filtering is another attempt by Google and other internet gatekeepers to censor our thoughts and imaginations. To control and direct what we see and hear, and ultimately control what we think. There is nothing accidental about this. Modern technology is the only thing new about this. The people in charge of large, money-making enterprises have always wanted to control the content which millions of people see and hear. This is the direction we go when billions of ad-dollars control internet content. That is the way corporations make money in the 21st Century, taking lessons from the powerful psychological facts and methods of political propaganda: To steer people's minds exactly where they wish the minds to go, and delete all distractions which may impede the progress of specific corporate or government agendas. Which usually means mind-fucking tens of millions of people, for the purpose of grabbing their cash, as fast as possible.
By Roscoe Forthright4 years ago in Filthy
the Right
I dont know how you do it.. And by all that is in this world i wish i knew how you did. Anything and i mean Anything i say if its a lie you can see through it. And, all i want to know is how you, YOU of all the creatures and men that came before you on this planet that could never see through the lies i told in order to end something you could see right through every lie i told. How? i asked on a daily. Could you my Dominate see right through every thing specially when i am trying to protect my self from falling to far in love with you why can you call me out on it.
By JadedPleasures4 years ago in Filthy
Ready For The Final Step(Part Two)
I sat in the passenger seat of his black Pontiac with my hand on his lap as he drove down the highway. The stars were now out, but I kept my window down to enjoy the cool breeze. I just kept replaying our first kiss on the park bench. How his big soft lips applied just the right amount of pressure on mine, and how his touch felt like a shock of electricity going through my body. Every inch of my body was screaming that he belonged to me, and nobody was going to come between us.
By Jassy La’Nae 4 years ago in Filthy
Stranger pt. 8
"Say it again." he demanded in his deep Italian accent. I looked at him in total confusion. I knew what he wanted me to say he wanted me to say Sir again. And, because for some ungodly reason i wanted him to demand it from me one more time. The way he controlled himself and the way every thing around him had to be a specific way. My life had been spiraling out of control for years and i had control over most of the aspects of my life but to have some one take control over me in my fucked up world that i was living in with thinking every thing was just fine when really it wasnt was pleasing to me. The thought of this man controlling me, telling me what to do and what not to do, to have him tell me how i should act and how i should dress brought some sense of stability to me. It made me feel calm, like knowing that a man of his stature could control me and i would be perfectly fine with it because i knew he would keep me safe and protect me brought me some small form of comfort. And, a part of me wanted to know if he could. I had read into the world of BDSM but i have never seen it be preformed before. I had never been apart of it, and yet me just saying Sir seemed to have turned this man from one form of dangerous into a dangerous that i wanted to explore and get to know. I wish i could figure out what it was about this man that stood staring at me with his smoldering sky blue eyes.
By JadedPleasures4 years ago in Filthy
The Moment
Well...This is it. This is when you and I will decide if everything was worth it. The months of talking, texting, flirting. Little random pictures we would send each other. We never really talked about it. But we both knew if we ever had a moment, we were going to take that step. In the back of my mind, I always wondered if I would be good enough for you. From a friendship level, we always clicked. We could laugh at just about everything. But I had a fear that I couldn't please you like you deserved to be pleased. Part of me was actually afraid to go to that next level. But I'm a man. Only one way to find out.
By Ryan Henderson4 years ago in Filthy