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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Poirier
The Ambassador would not quit talking. Going on and on about this "excellent opportunity" that most women would "die for". In the French court everyone was always so . . . dramatic. The hair, the makeup, the over-frosted cakes, even the orgasms had to be so over the top it was hard to take them seriously most of the time. We continued to stroll through the courtyard past the pear trees and the rose bushes. When I was younger, I would pick one of the pears right off the tree and eat them. But I was not allowed to do that now.
By Jessica Bugg5 years ago in Filthy
Waking Up To Furry Porn
I woke up really early that morning. 3:00 AM. Since my friends, Nora, Rami, and Kevin were still up watching porn. No, it wasn't regular porn, it was furry porn. Which is some fucked up shit in my opinion. They mostly watched for the gross factor of it, but they thought it would be funny watching a bunch of people having sex while wearing animal costumes.
By E.J. Mones5 years ago in Filthy
Late Night Fantasy 1-3
Sara finally made it through her files it was hard to concentrate the rest of the night, she was filled with anxiousness. who was the woman? obviously, she was with her in the elevator, she must have gone to the restroom to retrieve her underwear she told her to take off. she thought to herself she could not keep going on like this she would have to take a stand sooner or later. she scrolled over her texts again reading them over and over, she tried to call the number back but it just ended up with a busy signal.
By DALIL1NE MINION5 years ago in Filthy
Into the Abyss.
My heart, crumbles into one million tiny little shattered pieces as the walls begin to close in on my inner world. My face, now saturated with the overwhelm of tears that which seem to have no end as the pain hits me like a tonne of bricks, rendering me incapacitated in my ability to control the rawness of emotion that which explodes from within me. My breath, almost non-existent, struggles to operate within the realm of its normality whilst the organic mechanism of my vessel fights for its survival through the initiation of my body’s hyperventilation response. The floor beneath me feels as though it has fallen away, taking with it the entirety of my freedom and all that which I have allowed myself to believe, is the most sacred, divine and beautiful love in which I have known.
By Lauren Davey5 years ago in Filthy
Rich & Rare | A Filth Odyssey | EPISODE 8| DEEPEST Pt. 1
“What about something up my ass next time?” Romy blurted out in between sips of her milkshake. Rex’s eyes were fixated on the weather lips puckered tightly around the straw. They were at their favorite burger diner up the street, wrapping up their lunch with vanilla shakes. Romy wore Rex's favorite pair of black shorts that rode up high on the side. He had on his favorite white t shirt and the black leather jacket, one which Romy had insisted made him look like wild man.
By Hanna Hell5 years ago in Filthy
