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I’m His Lady - CH. 1
ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ - ᴍᴀ *Book contains; drugs/violence, sexual content, adult language* - Reader’s Discretion is Advised - Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Oɴᴇ: Hɪꜱ Lᴀᴅʏ
Alicia LedellPublished about 2 hours ago in FilthyThe Sexual Adventures of Denise and Stephen
THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXUAL REFERENCES AND IS ONLY SUITABLE FOR ADULTS 18+ CHAPTER ONE. As she arrived for her ‘date’, Denise watched the doorman with his painted smile make nice to the upper-class guests and wondered if she had made a mistake agreeing to meet at that hotel. Stephen handled the details, and they had never undertaken this type of arrangement before.
Janet ThorleyPublished about 23 hours ago in FilthyThe Birds and the Bees and the Knights of Columbus
No one knew why there was a box with an electric muscle massager in the large junk draw of the laundry room. Whether correct or incorrect, my little brother and I assumed it was for massaging muscles, like it showed in the pictures of happy, beautiful people using it all over their bodies. Greg was an inquisitive type, and soon we had plugged it in and were using it to massage all of our muscles, just like the happy, beautiful people, until...
Gerard DiLeoPublished a day ago in Filthy
Having Sex in My Office
When I arrived home from work in the morning, I had cursed myself for not taking the opportunity to try and mount my underling. Even though I passionately masturbated to his photo, I still felt a void from where a throbbing cock should have been.
Grace LinnPublished 3 days ago in FilthyRipple List
I suppose as I knelt between Lynn’s spread eagle legs with cum still dripping from my dick and glistening on her backside in the low light I should have thought about getting out of there. Lynn was spent and I was going limp. The night, the booze, the woman had taken their toll on me. But her form below me was such a treat for the eyes. How her hair tapered to a point at the back of her neck. In this light her hair was a definitive strawberry blond. Her freckled back tapered to her trim waist and even collapsed on the floor her butt was small but rounded to a hump made for humping.
Pete SymesPublished 4 days ago in FilthyA ride with Ms. Lustina part 2
Disclaimer: This content is intended for adults. It is a fiction work and any likenesses to anyone else are purely coincidental.
Keep Me Calm - Chapter 2/50
Gideon's POV I'm not sure what going on with Asher. I mean.. no one else seems to notice anything odd. But I can't help the nagging feeling that something is stressing him out. It looked like he had been crying when he ran into me before. The simple fact that he is asleep right now as we head to the venue is alarming to me.
Hadley AlicePublished 4 days ago in FilthyLucky Number Five
This story contains sexual references and is only suitable for those over the age of eighteen. As Melissa Merryfield lapped up the hot water, she threw a smile at the near-naked delight sitting opposite and determined that booking into the Oak Woodland Retreat had been one of her better suggestions. As his foot worked its way up her thigh, she opened her legs, settled back, and waited for the night of her life to begin.
Janet ThorleyPublished 6 days ago in FilthyTwo Swallows
We all have that one person we didn't get to fuck. I know some of us thirsty folks have more than one. The one who got away, the one who sneaks into our fantasies years later.
Asrai DevinPublished 6 days ago in Filthy
Tense
** PLEASE BE ADVISED ** - the following chapter contains STRONG sexual references for adults only - 18+ ONLY It was the stare into each other’s eyes. It lasted a few seconds longer than normal. Passing food to each other, fingertips brushing. Clint Stone noticed the subtle differences as he dried glasses, dumping them behind his counter. Working over thirty years on the job with the LCPD gave him a world of experience but it was owning a bar that did it. He had a lot of different types walk in here, mostly other cops, a lot of those he worked with, then there were the badge bunnies – gorgeous women with the specific intention of sleeping with a cop. Only a few customers came off the street, music pumping from the jukebox drawing them in. He noticed the ADA in here sometimes, even some local politicians when they wanted to let their hair down. Point was, he noticed things. Heard things too. As a bartender, you became people’s glorified shrinks, without the hourly rate, and the tips were lousy. But what did he care? It kept him up with the gossip. It’s how he knew his son’s partner had been the subject of four Internal Affair investigations. Four! He knew she was reckless, ruthless, and insubordinate. He glanced at them again. Something had changed between them. He could tell. She used to hold his boy at an arm’s length but no longer. They sat closer. She smiled at him more. His biggest fear was she was going to get him killed. She’d already gone and got herself shot and now they’re all running around on this secret task force chasing a serial killer. No one knew the details about it, not even the Commissioner can give him information. No leaks. He couldn’t even gain access to her I. A packet. What use was there being a retired Lieutenant? Brock signaled him over. Asked him for two more beers. He popped the cap off for them both. He seemed happy his boy. For Christ’s sake, he’d been in war zones, and he was a 33-year-old man. But matters of the heart had a way of twisting the mind, which led to distractions, and distractions on the job meant the difference between life and death.
Sammie WilsonPublished 7 days ago in Filthy
The Breeding Train: A Father’s Day Special
This erotic story is intended for adults 18+. My husband Mark is full of wonderful surprises, and this Father’s Day was a case in point!
Elle A. WildPublished 7 days ago in Filthy
Fantasizing About My Team Lead
I clock in for another 8 hours at the capitalist regime that is my employer. I walk to my station and do the usual checks, making sure my machines are ready for production. After filling out my paperwork, I press a few switches and watch the work come down the line. It can get boring if nothing goes wrong, but the second I turn my head, something always messes up, whether it's faulty product or a machine error.
Grace LinnPublished 8 days ago in Filthy
