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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Sex! Give It To Me Or I'll Kill You
It was raining the night she got into the taxi cab. Dress falling off her shoulder. Breath smelling like men who like women who can’t handle their liquor. Surely, he would have his way with her. Knowing she was that kind of girl. The kind of girl that likes to have sex with men she barely knows. She didn’t know why his juicy fat lips and his sexy toned abs lured her in like they did. All she knew was she wanted him to ravage her. Take her clothes and put them on the floor. Put his penis so far into her she wouldn’t be able to form sentences. Why was she like this? Why did she so badly want the feel of man inside her at all times. She had a husband at home who would kill her if he found out what she did when she was supposed to be at work. But tonight, was her night, like every night before she would allow a man to penetrate deeply into her. Knowing all he wanted was to cum, but knowing she reached for the same quick penetration that would end with cum dripping from her fat swollen vagina.
By PoetsCloset5 years ago in Filthy
The Hunger
I want him. I want him so much. He’s absolutely gorgeous. From the second I first laid eyes on him, I have fantasized about him. Imagined what his kiss would feel like, the sensation of his hand cupping my chin as he lowers his face to mine and presses his lips to my mouth. Imagined how his tongue would feel as he uses it to gently part my lips, coaxing mine with languorous swirling and sliding movements. I’ve dreamed about his hands pressing me against him, at the waist at first, then down to my hips, before cupping my bottom as he nudges his growing erection against my groin. The sweet, delicious pleasure of his fingers unzipping my skirt and easing it down my legs, before returning to my panties and creeping their way under my waistband.
By Jupiter Grant5 years ago in Filthy
Mr. Kingsley
So what does a Billionaire have that I can't sleep my way to get? That's what Stella Henry thought as she slept between the legs of her regular client. Fortunately, her life is about to hit a 180 when she wakes up next to the dashing Donovan Kingsley, the hotel and casino billionaire, and the owner of the escort company she's currently employed.
By Elaine Barnes 5 years ago in Filthy
AFFAIR OF THE HEART
W aking up from my late afternoon nap to the sound of Kyle's giggles and my parents' laughter from the kitchen area, I went to investigate what the whole ordeal was. I too wanted to know what could be so entertaining in the kitchen. Walking up to them at a leisurely pace, I was surprised by the view of all three baking cookies and little Kyle covered in flour from head to toe.
By Lady Lavinia Dasani5 years ago in Filthy
Crimson Peek
The launch party had wound down now. Thank God. He hated these damn things. Dull as fuck, full of preening sycophant's and social climbers. Aside from the free booze, he could see very little point to these kinds of schmooze-fests, and frankly resented being forced to attend. But his publishers insisted on throwing the bloody things, and his literary agent always insisted he go. And be nice. And friendly. And sociable. And not leave after ten minutes. What a fucking cheek. Wasn’t it enough that he wrote the bloody books in the first place?
By Jupiter Grant5 years ago in Filthy
Lessons in Seduction
“Have you heard?” Jenny screeches over the phone, “Chris Beckett is back in town!” “What? Really?” Chris Beckett was my classmate. Someone I’d secretly been in love with throughout most of my high school years. The one who got away. 17 years later, I still get tingly hearing his name.
By Cyra Wilde5 years ago in Filthy
A Dangerous Game
Walking home from the bar after a few strong drinks may not have been the best idea, yet she did it anyway. Living close to a local dive bar had its advantages. Stepping out into the night, a slight breeze swirling around her as she stood under the dim light of the streetlamp. She took a deep breath of the crisp air, checking her phone and seeing it light up with the message she was waiting for; ‘2-minute head start. Go.’ She smiled to herself knowing he was watching…waiting.
By Brittany Jones5 years ago in Filthy
Blood Coloured Flames
CHAPTER 1 She smells the smoke first. With autumn setting in and stripping the forest bare, Eda wandered further than usual from home, looking for berries and roots to add to her aunt and uncle’s winter supply. But now her head snaps up, dark hair flying in her face as she catches the scent of something burning. She grips the handle of her basket till her knuckles turn white. She strains her ears but can’t hear anything; her nose has always been strongest, the witch’s blood in her veins helping her to smell further, hear more, every sense heightened.
By Dottie Graham 5 years ago in Filthy
