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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
After The Final Step
Hey diary, it’s me again.. I haven’t written in you in about three days now. As you know, my high school days are now over, and I am looking forward to graduation day! I’m eighteen now, so I’ve been just trying to figure out my life socially. College was creeping up fast on me, and I don’t even know what college I would want to attend although I’ve applied for over ten. I haven’t really been home lately since my parents has been giving me the space to do my own thing. Being eighteen now, my best friend has showed me a lot of places to be like clubs and parties. And I have been doing me, but in a way I guess someone else has been “doing” me as well.
By Jassy La’Nae 3 years ago in Filthy
Say You Love Me
Say You Love Me Hearing her name being called to the stage Brandi found herself to be more nervous than she expected. She has been stripping for almost two years now and did not think she could get any more nervous than the night she locked eyes with her stepdad tipping her a one-hundred-dollar bill. She was so scared she thought she was going to die. She did not even finish her routine and ended up quitting shortly after the incident. She did not think she would ever strip again; she was wrong. It paid way too good.
By Ashley Nicole3 years ago in Filthy
The Man who will Surely Break my Heart
I have always had a soft spot for Ryan. I would never let him know it, but I feel like a giddy school girl every time he's around. I am only offered a welcomed relief from the butterflies that swarm my stomach by sighing deeply to compose myself. If done publicly, I worry I would surely expose the wicked thoughts that consume me. I'm painfully aware that my face, blushed pink and hot to the touch, will give away that the delicate flower between my thighs, pulsates desperately. It dampens my panties and threatens to uncover the wishful intentions that overcome me, when I let my mind wander too far about him.
By Madeline Tetzner3 years ago in Filthy
The black book
"Create a fiction story of someone who unexpectedly comes into $20,000" Introduction: A world of ongoing war birthed something so unexpected. Further down the line, someone will be blessed enough to call themselves beyond lucky. With luck comes bad; however, Johnisic calls it the yin and yang of life. Sunday born Johnisic, a handsome and special boy. Upon birth to three, it is believed he lived in two different homes outside of his. This lifestyle turned to a passion that would later grow him into the firing phoenix he can become. Again, it would seem so unexpected, but they always say it's the small things. Johnisic is a fighter. Some would say the devil because of its fight for righteousness. Jess A. Fox (J.A.F), the Black notebook is a read, gone play that you'll never forget.
By Jessica A. Fox3 years ago in Filthy
JUST FOR ME-Fanfiction-CH*30 (Discussions )
Jungkook pov: We settled around the counter and piled our plates with food. I looked around to see smiles on everyone’s faces. It is nice to sit surrounded by friends and good food. I picked up my phone and looked at the pictures of the houses that were sent over by text. They were in a word beautiful, and each exactly what we are looking for.
By Stormeseye3 years ago in Filthy
SOMA
Once upon a time in Wonderland there lived a girl named Azul Soleil. Strong willed, determined and outspoken, she is always finding her way into the most intoxicating, thrilling and utmost risky business. Because of this, it is necessary for her to maintain a strict meal plan and workout regimen. This way, her mind and body are on point and receptive to any windows or doors of opportunity that may open. As they say, luck is when hard work and preparation meets opportunity. At her age, she needs all of the luck she can get. Azul is an extreme fatalist. She believes whatever is meant to be is happening, right now. She lives her life going with the flow.
By Camille Blue3 years ago in Filthy
Masquerade
“Please, Gina, you never do anything like this.” “For good reason. Nothing ever happens at these kinds of things expect a bunch of drunk people getting together and acting stupid.” Gina watched as her friend Chloe swiped mascara first on one eye, then another. She was getting ready for the nearby masquerade; an annual event held every year. Her mask was sitting next to her on the sink, an explosion of teal, pink, orange, and lime green feathers. Chloe’s dress was similar in color, a black strapless top with a teal and blue skirt that flowed to her knees. On another it would be too much, on Chloe it worked.
By Scarlett Callohan3 years ago in Filthy