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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
What Happens In Vegas...I Write About!
Saturday I am heading to Las Vegas with three girlfriends to celebrate my birthday. Woo hoo! I’m excited! My first Vegas trip was for my 40th birthday. My marriage & secondary romantic relationships were in the shitter. There was no way I wanted to “fake it” through a party…assuming that anyone would even want to throw me one after I’d been so insular with those relationships for so long & now we weren’t even speaking. I was hurt, depressed, alone & coming to terms with the fact that my marriage really was ending. Also, my mom died at 39 so turning 40 was an extra big deal for me. So, I explained all of this to the ex, (who wasn't yet my ex at the time,) told him I wanted to go to Vegas for my birthday, and I wanted him to pay for it. He agreed. I went with two girlfriends and we had a fantastic time!
By Allison Rice5 years ago in Filthy
Tamara
Ellen Joy had opened my eyes. I was called on to "assist" our freelance artist more than a few sweltering afternoons that summer. Random mornings I would be summoned to Sheldon's office and instructed to take this part of inventory or that piece of artwork to our "Company Bohemian" as Shelton liked to quip.
By Pete Symes5 years ago in Filthy
A Sensual Massage Turns Sexy
This work of erotic fiction is intended for adults 18+. I’d scrolled past the discount code on one of those apps a couple of times and had thought about it, but the price for the ‘discounted’ massage at the swanky spa was still pretty steep.
By Elle A. Wild5 years ago in Filthy
Ex-girlfriend married
Sitting on a bench in the park, I watched a novel that had been laid aside for a long time. Suddenly, I heard a pair of young men talking not far away. Their voices are very loud, and even though they are in an empty park, I can still hear their words clearly. It is more like spitting out bitterness than talking. The younger man, dyed with dark brown and green hair, dressed stylishly, and had thin and long eyes, but his eyes shone with gloom.
By Norris Gaudreau5 years ago in Filthy
Dorm Party Free Use Local Sex
Summer Dorm Party Time! Summer had arrived finally, and all the good girls and good boys had gone home. The annual dorm party was said to be an epic one this year too. This year, everyone had agreed that it would be a “free use” party. Yep, no need to ask permission or even discuss anything first… if you arrive… you are fair game to anyone.
By Timothy A Rowland5 years ago in Filthy
Fade to Black
The room was in a state. Curtains were hanging half off the rods that had been able to defend their mounted state, while the fallen curtain rods were strewn about like so many corpses of failed liaisons. The rising sun highlighted the dust Lynn and I had stirred up in streaming shafts of warm dawns early light. Lynn, on her knees, naked, supporting herself on arms resting upon the apartment radiator. Breathing heavily with intermittent post climax low silken murmurs.
By Pete Symes5 years ago in Filthy
The Birds and the Bees and the Knights of Columbus
No one knew why there was a box with an electric muscle massager in the large junk draw of the laundry room. Whether correct or incorrect, my little brother and I assumed it was for massaging muscles, like it showed in the pictures of happy, beautiful people using it all over their bodies. Greg was an inquisitive type, and soon we had plugged it in and were using it to massage all of our muscles, just like the happy, beautiful people, until...
By Gerard DiLeo5 years ago in Filthy
