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Kitten in Heat: Last Life
Licking My Own Womb? Resolutions? New Year, 2020 has been reduced to a death sentence for many. This pandemic has and is destroying minds and lives like the speed of lightning. I am in a state of fear and anxiety far from my well-balanced cool breezy mindset. My subconscious I am wrestling with. For months, I have been examining and questioning, a theory of my character and the others I bring into my world. One stands out and has been the catalyst of the main question posed in the realm of Kitten in Heat. I started with this question when I was reading an article on Obsessive behaviors and it brought about a curiosity. Usually, I am faming the coined term: Antagonist vs.Protagonist all in relation to the Villian vs. the Hero in the story. Well, after learning of defined personalities, my vocabulary has been extended to who is the Narcissist or Borderline personality that fills these rooms; I enter these rooms in search of the Uno Nombre.
Bree Z LovePublished 4 years ago in FilthyWhen You’re Sexually Attracted to a Friend
It’s something that’s probably happened to everyone at one point or another. One minute, you have the same awesome relationship with a friend that you’ve always had. Then suddenly you find yourself noticing things about them on a level that’s more than simply friendly. Maybe that leads to some strange (but very sexy) fantasies or daydreams about them.
Spank Us, Roscoe!!
I do what I am told. When a pretty, young naked woman wants me to spank her, I rarely say no. Over the past three years I have gathered around me, four or five cheerful females, to make movies with me, to have fun with me. This is not only about sex, it is about tenderness and laughter and conversation. I enjoy the girls very much, and I decided to create an altar for them in my front yard. I consider my altar a religious artifact, like Stonehenge, Egyptian obelisks or Mayan stone carvings. My stones represent one man's relationship to his place and time, to the people around him, and offer subtle religious insights into the deep emotional contexts of my relationships. (That is what some cultural anthropologist will say in 2450, when my stones are discovered in the ruins of a temple.)
Roscoe ForthrightPublished 4 years ago in FilthyCute
Cute. That word drove me mad, so mad that it was completely ego deflating. The very thought of a man calling me cute made me feel like i could be nothing more then just that. This little fluff ball of cuteness, and no matter how hard i had tried to change my image from the cute little person i supposedly am to other people it didnt matter its like the word just stuck to me where ever i went and whom ever i spoke to. That is until i meet the one man that took me as i was and continued to call me that dreadful word and change my out look on it.
JadedPleasuresPublished 4 years ago in FilthyRed
things that are red? roses , lips, blood when it hits air, some apples. Many things could be considered red. But, Snow was about to find out a whole new meaning to the word red. Seven men had captured her and taken her forcefully into their cabin deep, deep, into the forbidden forest and they were about to give her a lesson she wont soon forget.
JadedPleasuresPublished 4 years ago in FilthyRoom 125
Hmmm...room 125...that sounds familiar", she chuckled to herself. As she turned the key over and over in her hand, she couldn't help but to wonder the affect he would have on her this time. I mean it has been...a moment since her gaze met his. Lord knows the last time they crossed paths, he ignited a fire she didn't know she had, unfortunately now that flame will not blow out.
Feisty BitesPublished 4 years ago in FilthyThe good pet
Every day. I sit next to the door just like i am told to. I wait, for him, for the only person that makes me weak when he just walks into the room. I love to serve him and when he rewards me its great. But, when he punishes me its even better. When i do something wrong and his hand comes down hard on my bare ass spanking me for the wrong i did. Sometimes, i purposely do things that would anger him just to get the spanking but lately i believe that he is catching on to me for he doesnt spank me as much any more. And i miss his rough hands on my bare skin. So, today i will be the best pet i can be.
JadedPleasuresPublished 4 years ago in FilthyMesmerizing Fantasy
I can still remember the day we met. He was sitting at the card table next to mine. We locked eyes for a split second, shared a smile then went about our games. A split second was all it took for my imagination to develop a full-on fantasy about him. I did my best not to let him know that he had captivated me. I kept playing my game, but I was lost in his smile and focused on him. I kept wondering what his voice might sound like and how it might feel to be pressed against his body. I caught myself falling into the moment as I sipped my drink and fell into one of the scenes of my fantasy. “Ooh.” I heard myself say. Then I looked around to see if anyone else had heard me. Everyone was still enjoying themselves as if I weren’t even there and I felt relieved. I tempted the thought of playing another game, but I really wanted to be alone with my thoughts. So, I decided to pick up my winnings and leave the table.
K.S. GricePublished 4 years ago in FilthyMy Twin Masters
Sebastian stared at his kitten as she slept. Wondering how he and his brother were so lucky to have caught a perfect submissive like herself. Long white hair sprayed across the pillow as small snores escaped her mouth. He kissed her cheek before turning to his twin brother Sean who was also sleeping.
Jaianna JohnsonPublished 4 years ago in FilthyAre Penises Obsolete?
My friend Roscoe (a lively heterosexual) created a comic, a graphic novel. The story talks about sex, but more importantly about Here and Now Forever, as a way of life. And some simple facts about the way most of us live, every single day, in hundreds of cities in the United States of America.
He Left a Rose
Things never seemed to work out as planned when it comes to me, they just seem to happen unexpectedly. I never really go out on Sundays, but I decided to go to the Lakefront to catch a breeze. I usually exercise early but this time I decided to jog late. As I was jogging down the pathway, the cool breeze felt so good on my face and through my hair. That’s when I saw him, tall and handsome just like in my dream. As he stood there, I must have dazed off because I ran dead smack into him. I removed my ear buds.
good morning kiss good bye
what should i do? Last night was the best night of my life and i dont want to have to see him go but it was already prearranged that this was not going to be a long term thing. That we would do our thing and get it over with and out of our systems. But, all i can think about is his hand pinning me to the bed by my throat while his other calloused work hand ran down over my every curve. How when he breathed in my ear that it only brought my sexual desires to the forefront. I never knew how much he had wanted me all these years til we both climbed into bed and didnt seem like we could even get enough of each other.
JadedPleasuresPublished 4 years ago in Filthy