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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
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It was that really pesky time of year in Texas. In the morning, it was bitterly cold and required layers, but by the afternoon, it was sunny and warm. The jackets, scarves, and sweaters that people wore became burdensome by lunchtime, and were often toted around underarm. This time of year is also frustrating and difficult because nearly every building is on one end of the thermal extreme: they either crank on the heat to deal with the frosty mornings or blast the ale to endure the afternoon heat. That's why Morgan was wearing a light zip-up hoodie; it was right in the sweet spot of warm enough and cool enough, so long as she wore it over a breathable t-shirt.
By Damien Bentley3 years ago in Filthy
The Manifestation from The Little Black Notebook
The food court at the mall was crowded as usual for a Saturday but Lamar found a comfortable spot near the window. Occasionally, he would stare off into the distance and gaze at the city. The noise of the crowd served as background noise and he ignored the smells of the nearest food options. He was too busy thinking to be hungry. Taking his attention off of the view outside on the other side of the window, he glanced back at the page in his little black notebook.
By Cedric Carroll3 years ago in Filthy
Lucky
It was the Bronx, NY in November of 2008 on the Grand Concourse. There she was leaving the train station, prancing down the block in her dark brown suede Vivienne Westwood boots and a double breasted camel vintage Dior trench coat. Oh! the bag, the bag was a vintage classic navy blue monogram printed Gucci tote. Everything was vintage. It made her feel like she was in another world far from one she existed in. She was a vivacious creature. Tall, about 5’10, dark cocoa skin, slender with legs for days. Her talents knew no end: drawing, singing, dancing, sewing. It was like something out of a Jane Austen book. But Lucky wasn’t so lucky. This beautiful creature lived in a rough neighborhood. And it was hard being her, because Lucky was non-binary. She was sometimes bullied on the trained and had been robbed a few times but that didn’t knock her down. Lucky had a troubled childhood, a surviver of rape and child molestation. Into her adult life she contemplated committing suicide but fashion saved her life. It was seeing the those beautiful garments in Vogue magazine that kept her going. She was accepted into the Fashion Institute of Technology in New York. Lucky majored in the fashion styling program. And was finishing up an internship with Oscar De La Renta. She dreamed about leaving New York because it was too hard in terms of competition and work lifestyle. Not mention being non-binary made her sometimes a walking target if she could not pass for being a woman.
By Ajá Hildreth3 years ago in Filthy
A Fire In The Garden
I had many clients before Jackson. Cam, my first, was ugly. When he finished, he turned angry and dangerously embarrassed, scared I was interested in telling people that he was involved with “someone like me.” I put up with it for a little too long. I quickly secured a solid clientele with people that respected me and my work. I used what I knew, like how tie the different kinds of knots, when to use a paddle vs a whip, when to tickle and when to pinch, how to ask the right questions, who can handle what and who would leave my dungeon traumatized if we did something like breath control.
By Chloé Tulimieri3 years ago in Filthy
My Lord's Long Black Lance
Just as the Serving Whence, Primeveire Rosthern, replaced the steel platter containing empty pewter ale mugs, which still were drizzling droplets of mead, back on the wooden bar, the owner of the Swan, Merrick Foreman, reach his hand beneath her linen apron, pressing it against her crack that lay beneath her meager garter. “The Black Lancer should be arriving from Reading very shortly. Why don’t you be a good lass and go make up his room.”
By William Gold3 years ago in Filthy
A Reckless Good Girl
A Reckless Good Girl- Single, Sexy, and Free By Michaela McGee It all started with one reckless thought after I experienced my first heart break. So, I thought about participating in a hot romantic one-night stand to fill the void of a heart break. With this thought running in my mind, I decided I was going to do it, so I searched for my handy dandy little black book and began contacting old associates to see if I knew someone I could explore a one night stand with, with little to no luck, I turned to the internet to execute my plan. Boom! I found an app full of potentials and overnight I gained over 99 prospects. As I begin to match with these prospects, I have all kinds of thoughts racing through my head. Am I really going to do this? Will I enjoy it or regret it? Would I reserve a hotel? Would I stay all night with the prospect? What if I enjoy the experience? If I went through with it, would I continue it?
By Michaela McGee3 years ago in Filthy
Be Ready in 20...
Having the day off when Justin had to work was excruciating for you. You had already cleaned up the apartment, watched some shows on TV, scrolled your phone and now you’re sitting after binging on snacks, bored out of your mind. Which lead you to daydream, and that turned into you dressing up in one of your boyfriend's plain white t-shirts, a pair of black stockings, and matching panties.
By Brittany Jones3 years ago in Filthy