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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Tabula Rasa
Read the storm before the calm in the previous story about Gen and her werewolf ex... It was a calm day. Gen opened the window in her bathroom as she cleaned it. The scent of juniper filled her apartment and still the faint scent of burning grass from Vic’s visit — or maybe she just imagined that. Neither of them understood what her episode with Kevin had been about.
By F. Leonora Solomon4 years ago in Filthy
Racing Against Anna, Part Two
The minute I tried to dive under the hurdle, upside-down Anna smartly swung herself the rest of the way to the ground and landed blocking my path, the heels of her sparkling sneakers clapped together. I stumbled, flushing. If I tried what I'd been planning now, I'd run face-first into her feet!
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Filthy
Reflections of the Future
by: D.R. Humphreys (the DreamWriter) The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own, then again, it was. I mean, it was an older me, wearing different clothes, reflecting the image of another bathroom. There were women's stockings hanging over the shower curtain rod. I wasn't married. I rarely had women to my apartment, and checking to make sure, there were no stockings hanging over my shower rod. Either I was delusional, or I was still lying in bed asleep, ready to be late for work.
By Dennis Humphreys4 years ago in Filthy
The Only Juice
The platinum watch flung into the air. Six hundred thousand dollars worth of craftsmanship and focus just landed on the large oak desk. A black man, CEO of Fortune Foods Harvard Golpin, 42, started to undo his one hundred dollar red power tie. He loosened the top to his five hundred dollar dress shirt and tore off his suit jacket and ripped off his trousers, those garments totalling four thousand dollars together.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Filthy
Werewolf
Read about Gen and Kevin's reunion in the previous story. It was completely silent when Gen woke up. But the hardness of Kevin’s body beside her was a gentle whisper of what had happened between them. She pressed her lips to his shoulder and then moved away because she did not want to wake him, although she wanted him again.
By F. Leonora Solomon4 years ago in Filthy
Sensual Sunrise
As I stood next to her, watching the sun slowly rise over the horizon, I couldn't help but feel a sense of erotic tension between us. Her body was pressed up against mine, the warmth of her skin sending shivers down my spine. I could feel her breath on my neck, her soft moans as she watched the colors of the sky change before us.
By S McCellon4 years ago in Filthy
Discovering a New Wavelength to Pleasure
Discovering a new wavelength of pleasure Derick Sterling “Don’t be late, you both have been burning the candles at both ends and I need your 4 hands tomorrow around the boat” said the captain as she put the last of the dishes into the sink.
By Derick Sinclar4 years ago in Filthy
