Most recently published stories in Filthy.
The sweetness and tartness of lemonade remind me of us
We sit in your backyard, sipping lemonade. I glance at your chest, my body filling with hot arousal when I see the outline of your stiff nipples through the thin white fabric of your tank top. A smirk appears on your face when you notice my wandering gaze. With an exaggerated “O” expression, you “accidentally” spill lemonade onto your top, causing the fabric to become see-through.
Note this piece may offend people , there are lots off words and scenarios that people may deem inappropriate even in Filth.
But What Do Ladies Prefer?
I have used ladies in the title but this refers to all women. I am 63 so have seen a lot and done a lot but could not share much of my past on this subject but essentially this is about some of my sexual preferences and also the roles I see myself in when involved with women. It is all personal opinion so you may disagree and be offended with the language that I use generally how I see things.
I Cheated on My Husband with His Sister
My heart feels like it’s going to beat its way out of my chest as I stand at Rose’s door. It’s 2:12 in the morning. She’s going to kill me if I wake her up. But I feel like I’m burning with my need to see her, like I’ll spontaneously combust if I continue to starve my eyes of the sight of her.
I Cheated on My Husband in a Stranger’s Car
I don’t know your name. Maybe you told me, but honestly, I don’t give a shit what your name is. All I know is that I want you, though it’s wrong, though I have a husband waiting for me at home. When I was a self-righteous teenager, I always looked down on people who cheated on their spouses. Yet here I am, a 33-year-old married woman about to sleep with you — a total stranger — in your car.
How Much Should You Charge For My Nude Photos?
What should be the right price for selling your nudes photos? If you are interested to sell your nudes online directly to someone or using a subscription-based platform like Onlyfans and offering personal requests, how much money you should quote for selling your nudes or naked pictures? I will share everything I know and sharing case studies as well as having some tips to sell your nudes faster and at a higher rate.
Most Beautiful Women of Summer 2021 Part 4
We are going as far to say that 2021 is "The Most Beautiful Summer of All-Time." Never in the history of all-time has more beauty and productivity been distributed on a daily basis. Instagram has changed our lives. We can see greatness in various places and women who we'd previously never know can influence us all with their happiness, healthy living, accomplishments, motivation, diversity and flat out gorgeousness.
Sarah and Marco
Marco takes his long, large middle finger and slips it inside of her gushing, tiny hole and begins to penetrate her harder and harder. Sarah is screaming with pleasure, "Marco, fuck! Harder, please, go harder!". Marco looks up at her and smiles a dangerous smile and began to obey her wishes as wrap his lips and tongue her clit. It was absolutely phenomenal! Sarah gushes her gooey filling all over Marco's fingers. Marco enjoys every minute of pleasure her, he has always dreamed of how sweet her supple body tasted like and he's even more horny now than he thought he ever could be. The touch of her soft, warm body had him absolutely enthralled. Marco had never encountered someone that tasted so delectable before.
The Love Story Between Water and Fire
Scolding hot, steam, sweat, burning, tinglingly warm on my face. The hot Florida sun baked on my face as I sat in the car outside this dive bar Superior waiting on my once again non considerate social butterfly who really can’t help it best friend, as she continues to mingle inside the bar. They call her Houston, real name Katie. She came here from Texas with a thick accent. I was the first person she met down here. I bartend down the street at Munch and she came in my bar and basically hasn’t left since. I start to swirl the straw in my cup from the watered down rum runner that Houston left while I anxiously wait for her to get back to my car. She walked in with 100$ of my hard earned drink slinging cash to get me my bag of coke for the night for us to party with. I was ready to go. I stare without blinking at the bar door waiting for her to walk out and I start to swirl the straw faster and pick it up and suck down the rest. The water on the outside of the cup starts to drip down my hand, it’s refreshing. I play with the ice in my mouth while I wait. Nothing is worse then waiting on drugs. Here she comes out the door with some random guy I have never seen. To me, he wasnt my type, or Katie’s so I figured this was someone we had to go thru to get the stuff. They walked up Katie laughing away as if I haven’t been sitting outside for 20 mins waiting for her. Her eyes dart quickly from my gaze because she knows I’m pissed and frankly I want what I came for. “This is Brendon, Brendon this is Amelia.” I unamusinly said “hi” back and Brendon hopped in the back and Katie got up front and I looked back at Brendon and I could see he was a little older then us in his early 30s and dark scruff all over his face, he smiled at me like I was staring to long and I awkwardly turned around and asked “where to?” “Not to far up, give me your phone I’ll put in the address” He said. I hesitated but gave it to him he punched in the address and off we went. There is no such thing as a silent car ride with Houston. She immediately sets my air to her likening and turns the radio knob all over til she finds a song she likes. She settles on heavy metal which I happen to hate. Most people probably wouldn’t put up with this but it doesn’t bother me. Houston knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it, I admire that. Everything about Houston has you pulled into her. The thick accident, her contagious laugh she’s funny as shit and everyone wants to be around her. I am more quiet. I know a lot of people but I’m not a magnet like her. We pull up to the house and Brendon gets out and goes right inside. I looks at Houston and say “where did you meet this one?” She rolled her eyes and said “he’s really cool and he’s a new connect, shut the fuck up would you?” A few moments later Brendon emerged out of the house and we head straight back to the bar to go drink and party. And that’s where the night started. One shots two shots three shots four, after that we were all over. It was a blur of laughs, food, ugly aggressive men and lots of selfies to prove it happened. Brendon was still hanging with us I was sitting at the bar talking when last call was called the bartender yelled “drink em up or dump em it’s last call!” We paid the tab and stumbled out laughing and then Houston says come on Brendon we’ll drop you off and I look at Houston and I say “Katie where am I bringing this dude now?” Her eyes got big and she smiled and said to get more coke and she poked my nose and skipped to the passenger door. I smiled and got in Brendon got in the back and I turned and said alright where to? He said we’re going to my boy Theo’s house.
Destiny and Laila
Destiny and Laila were the best of friends but it wasn't always like that. See, their relationship began with a really rocky start. Laila's first year at the University of Colorado, she was dating an obnoxious guy named Michael. He was definitely was the "player' type, over the first year of their relationship he cheated multiple times with several different women. Destiny was the last straw for Laila's relationship with Michael. Laila often worked night shift at a bar located a few blocks over from campus. One night she came home to find Michael and Destiny together in bed. Laila absolutely lost it! Up until then, Laila had never had a boyfriend so this was a devastating blow for her. They ended up breaking things off and Laila was devastated.
My Night with Rems
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
I Offered My Landlord 'Free Use' of Me
This erotica story is intended for adults 18+. The landlord, an attractive middle-aged Black man with light eyes and an air of protectiveness, met me on the front porch.