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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The late afternoon sun was slanting golden through the city canyon, painting the familiar brickwork of my street in a flattering, almost cinematic light. My mind, a messy tangle of overdue reports and tonight’s dinner plans, was abruptly yanked into sharp focus by a figure on the corner.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
The coronation of Queen Elle Fanning had been a spectacle of refined elegance, all silk and solemn vows. Yet, beneath the gilded surface, a different kind of ceremony had been unfolding for weeks, one far less decorous and infinitely more thrilling. It began subtly, a stolen glance across a council meeting, a lingering touch as we retired to our chambers, and then, a slow burn that erupted into an inferno.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
"Hello, there. My name is Kate. You seem to be lost. Can I help you?” The voice, as vibrant and melodic as a tropical bird, cut through the haze of my despair. I looked up, my eyes still blurry from unshed tears, struggling to focus on the silhouette against the blinding sun. But there was no mistaking that silhouette. The golden hair, the curve of a smile that launched a thousand magazine covers, the way the simple white sarong clung to a body that was, quite frankly, legendary.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
The scent of honeysuckle and the sharp tang of cheap gin mingled in the late summer air, a fitting cocktail for the ruins of my marriage. I stared at the wilting petunias in the window box, each blooming a tiny coffin for a piece of my heart. The divorce papers, crisp and cold, lay on the kitchen counter, a monument to a love that had spectacularly imploded.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
“God, it’s like living in a sauna!” she muttered, tugging impatiently at the hem of her damp t-shirt. With a sigh of relief, she peeled it off, tossing it onto the overflowing laundry basket with a thud. She stood for a moment, letting the meager breeze from the oscillating fan caress her bare skin, her dark bra a stark contrast against her pale shoulders.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
The words hung in the air, thick with a mixture of my own audacious hope and the sudden, deafening silence of Ms. Mendes’s impeccably organized office. Her gaze, usually sharp and assessing, softened almost imperceptibly, a hint of something unreadable flickering in her dark eyes. The late afternoon sun, usually so officious as it streamed through her floor-to-ceiling windows, now cast long, soft shadows, making the room feel suddenly smaller, more intimate.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
The familiar chime of the doorbell cut through the evening's quiet hum, a welcome interruption to my solitude. I pushed myself up from the armchair, a half-finished book forgotten on my lap, and padded to the door. When I pulled it open, a smile immediately blossomed on my face.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Brie's Cheer. Content Warning.
"Oh, wow," she breathed, her fingers wrapping around me, her touch surprisingly firm and confident. She began to stroke, a slow, deliberate rhythm that stole my breath. Her thumb danced over the tip, eliciting a groan I couldn't hold back. "You're just as big as my co-stars," she murmured, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she leaned in, her lips almost brushing my ear. "Maybe even bigger."
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Brie's Cheer. Content Warning.
Brie. She was a force of nature in a sequined cheerleader uniform, a riot of red and gold that shimmered under the light. Her blonde ponytail bounced as she grinned, a dazzling, slightly impish smile that promised trouble. I’d known Brie for years – she was my best friend’s wilder, uninhibited cousin, always pushing boundaries with a twinkle in her eye. But I wasn't even prepared for what came next.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Backstage With Tay. Content Warning.
She turned to face me, and my breath hitched. Her body was a work of art – toned, supple, and undeniably hers. With a playful glint in her eye, she bent slightly, hands on her knees, and gave a slow, deliberate shake of her bare ass, a private performance that was infinitely more alluring than anything she'd done on stage. My gaze was riveted, a primal heat stirring deep within me.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Brie's Cheer
"Hi. Are you the guy I am supposed to meet?" Brie Larson asks me, her voice a low, melodic hum that instantly disarms me. She's standing in the doorway of what I can only assume is her home, bathed in the soft, golden glow of late afternoon sun filtering through the entryway. Her smile is genuine, crinkling the corners of her eyes, a smile I’ve seen countless times on screen but which feels entirely different, more personal, up close.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
