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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Having Sex in My Office
When I arrived home from work in the morning, I had cursed myself for not taking the opportunity to try and mount my underling. Even though I passionately masturbated to his photo, I still felt a void from where a throbbing cock should have been.
By Grace Linn5 years ago in Filthy
Ripple List
I suppose as I knelt between Lynn’s spread eagle legs with cum still dripping from my dick and glistening on her backside in the low light I should have thought about getting out of there. Lynn was spent and I was going limp. The night, the booze, the woman had taken their toll on me. But her form below me was such a treat for the eyes. How her hair tapered to a point at the back of her neck. In this light her hair was a definitive strawberry blond. Her freckled back tapered to her trim waist and even collapsed on the floor her butt was small but rounded to a hump made for humping.
By Pete Symes5 years ago in Filthy
Keep Me Calm - Chapter 2/50
Gideon's POV I'm not sure what going on with Asher. I mean.. no one else seems to notice anything odd. But I can't help the nagging feeling that something is stressing him out. It looked like he had been crying when he ran into me before. The simple fact that he is asleep right now as we head to the venue is alarming to me.
By Hadley Alice5 years ago in Filthy
Fantasizing About My Team Lead
I clock in for another 8 hours at the capitalist regime that is my employer. I walk to my station and do the usual checks, making sure my machines are ready for production. After filling out my paperwork, I press a few switches and watch the work come down the line. It can get boring if nothing goes wrong, but the second I turn my head, something always messes up, whether it's faulty product or a machine error.
By Grace Linn5 years ago in Filthy
Moonlight Harlot
Whisp the fairy stood on the street curb with one hand resting on her cocked hip and a salacious glint in her amethyst-coloured eyes. Her wings sparkled majestically – invitingly – in the full moonlight. It was almost midnight. Cynthia, her young Charge, would be sound asleep by now, drifting peacefully in the land of dreams. Well, Whisp still saw her as young, but Cynthia was growing up, almost too old for imaginary friends now; which meant Whisp could no longer earn enough in her day job to survive. Quickly blinking away the threat of tears, Whisp smiled and winked at an attractive fire nymph walking by. Got to keep it together, she thought. The less hours she spent with her Charge, obviously the less she got paid. Currency for her kind was called Vita Dust. It was what gave them the ability to live and breathe in the human world, and the more time spent in the human world, the more Vita Dust you acquired. Their Charges gave Vita Dust to them without knowing, simply by having fun. The more fun a Charge had with their “imaginary” friend, the more Vita Dust they exhumed, hence the more life and energy the imaginary friend received.
By Chanelle Joy5 years ago in Filthy
The Wolf and the Virgin
They didn’t need to wait for a full moon, they ran whenever the mood struck them, but it was such a beautiful summer night they couldn’t resist it. Alex drove the SUV down the lonely country Highway, not another car in sight just Alex and his wife and mate Liz. “A good night for a run.” He said as he reached with his right hand and stroked Liz’s thigh.
By Lawson Wallace5 years ago in Filthy
You & Him
Sunrise breaks your sleepy trance as you slightly raise your head from the pillow, then you remember “Him”. You looked around the room for him but it doesn’t seem he stayed for breakfast.. even after the night you guys had. You get up to reach for your phone on the nightstand to find a slip of paper on top with.. his number written on it? You look for a name but there’s not one on the slip so you put his contact name as “Him”. You begin to bite your nail thinking about flashes of last night, and his touch, his groans. If you remembered clearly you were slightly on the drunk side, and knowing that made you think about how wild you might’ve been. You jump out of bed to wash up and maybe stop thinking about Him so much, in a short period of time. You look at yourself to reveal you only had an oversized NASA shirt with no underwear or bra, then nod in acceptance.
By Shary Bunny5 years ago in Filthy
I Just Needed To See in the Dark, Instead I Learned How to Kill Someone With a Flashlight
I was digging through some boxes in the garage yesterday and came across a flashlight. Cool, I though to myself, I need one of these that works. Not two days prior I had dropped something on the floor in the house. The place where I live is so damn dark it’s like you’re in the Arctic in summertime or the Antarctic in winter or the reverse compliment of those two things, all year round. The point is it’s dark as fuck no matter the time of day. Because it is so dark if you ever drop anything smaller than 3 inches or so it’s basically gone until it gets sucked up by the vacuum cleaner or eaten by a cat and “found” in the litterbox sometime later.
By Everyday Junglist5 years ago in Filthy
