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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Only You
Only you have convinced me to shake things up with creating content. Before you, I’ve only felt safe to make content with me, myself, and I. This isn’t just as a means of safety but as a means of just having the control over everything I create for my brand. Any time another person is brought in everything changes. The profits have to be split, there has to be shared credit, everything just gets shaken up in a way I don’t always like but know I have to accept if I want to reach more subscribers.
By Lilith Lycanthropy 5 years ago in Filthy
Do Me
Check out Chapter Two first... Saturday nights for a twenty-one-year-olds were simple; it was a night for drinking and being out with friends. Diana was sat at a small round table, at one of the many nightclubs with three of her closest friends. First was Hannah, a red hair green-eyed waitress who had dreams of being on Broadway. She had starred in the chorus of a number of small productions, but she had yet to have her big break. She was quite timid and therefore her dreams seem a little unrealistic to all those who had never heard her sing.
By Juniper Wells5 years ago in Filthy
High School Beginnings
It was senior year and Sylvia Taylor, Wes Hamilton, Lana Thomas, Chris Shaefer, Greg Straton, Denise Brown and Wes’ brother Dwayne, who was a year younger, were as thick as thief’s. They all did everything together. It was no wonder a couple of them dated and others had the biggest crushes on the other.
By Ireland Lorelei 5 years ago in Filthy
3-way; Happy Endings
Part one of three; Jerry has a problem Jerry is biting his nails so badly they are starting to bleed. He can’t seem to understand the overflow of sudden, intense feelings and how they are trying to say something new about himself. Something about his new relationship with George and Elaine.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Filthy
Nanny Annie
Chapter 1 I’m sure you’re all wondering how I ended up here. I could tell you all about my high school sweetheart who I was going to marry, who ended up hitting me and belittling me to the point of feeling completely worthless. Or I could tell you that my parents were broke, my mom psychotic and I needed money badly. I mean we could get into detail but that’s really not the fun part. The fun part is how I went from pawning my laptop to pay rent every month and eating frozen dinners in a box, to sitting on a private jet with my red bottoms wrapped around some millionaires’ neck while he ate mine. Of course, no one just decides they want to be an escort and gets on a private jet the next day. For me all it took was finally getting a real job, I started working as a nanny.
By Mackenzie Moody5 years ago in Filthy
