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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Have Your Cake
I never thought a piece of chocolate cake would be the death of me. No one probably does. But here I am lying on the floor dying and with no savior in sight. It's a different kind of story for sure, I would say funny, but as I am lying here it is more like hitting your funny bone, not so funny after all.
By Melynn Marie 5 years ago in Filthy
Ultimate Sexual Pleasure
We all have fantasies and needs, it's a natural human instinct for us to want to have enjoyable sex. The whole idea of sex is to feel the ultimate pleasure while doing it. How to achieve that goal is totally up to you. Either through masturbation or with someone else, the end goal is what counts.
By Paige Kostyniuk5 years ago in Filthy
True Love
“So, what happened then?” He looks at me with emotion in his eyes. “Are you doing alright? I am always here for you, sexy. Always. If you need to talk about anything, I am here for you and I won’t judge.” He sits back in the chair his face changes to show he is serious. “Look at what I have told you about me. I will never judge you.”
By Aaron Gensel5 years ago in Filthy
Ella's Birthday Weekend
Ella was smiling when she walked into the house with her arms full of bags and flowers. It was her birthday today, and her coworkers had spoiled her on the half a day she was there. She had gotten several presents, and bouquets of flowers, and they had even had her favorite German chocolate cake as a treat. But when she entered the dining room to put her things on the table to be sorted, she stopped and laughed out loud when she saw what was there.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
True Love
If anyone had told me six months ago that I was moving in with the love of my life, I would have done the usual: laugh in their face until they walked away. Love is something that seemed to have been out of my reach in my life. Granted I was only 23 but all of my friends from High School seemed to have found love right away. There I was, trying to figure out what ice cream went with the new Hallmark movie. Disgusting and sad. This all changed one day in the office.
By Aaron Gensel5 years ago in Filthy
Tales of Bette: On Her Ray-dar (Full Version)
The sequel to... Saturday July 12, 2014 The evening was getting late and the party was starting to die off. A lot fewer of her old friends went to the reunion than she thought would go. There were over 400 people in Public North's graduating class of 2004; maybe 120 showed up to the reunion party that night. She was hoping to see Ozzy, Mark, Tylor, Jenna, Vanessa, Tina, and others. The only close familiar faces she ran into sand spent time with were Katie and Ashleigh. Jenna was on the fence at best about going, she lived over an hour away and didn't want to impose on Bette's family with her; even though the Wheelan family was more than welcoming to her, and always had been.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her5 years ago in Filthy
Rebound
Your first rebound after a nine year relationship is never easy. It’s even worse when the rebound is your cousin. I know. How the fuck could anyone do that? Like really, how could anyone do that? I mean, it’s your fucking cousin. Your family. Your blood. Well, I’m here to tell you, it’s easy for you to say that. Because your cousin isn’t as hot as mine. I mean, she’s a dime. A ten. A perfect score. Like, if she were your cousin, you’d fuck her. I know you would. You’d know it if you saw her.
By Angus Gunn5 years ago in Filthy
Phone Sex Operations
His Voice- the man on the phone. Kate immediately recognizes that she has known him for years. She knows his real name. She knows his credentials. Quickly, as they venture into the well-known/now dull to her territory of sexual banter, it is with a striking fear of his Voice which befalls upon her consciousness. Kate is an operator. She has entertained men on the phone many times before; sometimes even managing to please herself as well, but this time is different.
By cora lynnish5 years ago in Filthy
International House Party
Our house party is in full effect, the red strobe light gives our living room a club feel. The wheels of steel pumping Public Enemy reppin New York and NWA reppin California are in the mix. A big tin tub of ice filled with Schlitz Malt Liquor Bulls reppin Ledbetter. The bar area has Patrone reppin Mexico and Popov Vodka for the White Russians making it an International Affair. We got all my mates from the Squad; strategically placed Snow Bunnies; Red beans and rice didn’t miss her Sistas posted up at the bay window waiting for the Frat boys from Sigma Ki to put in their bid.
By Timothy Kincaid5 years ago in Filthy
In The Heat of Summer
Moving to the middle of butt-fuck nowhere was never my plan. I prefer the city, the noise, the people. But when the office started making cuts and gave the option of 4 weeks severance or move to the "rural office" with moving expenses, I selected the latter.
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Filthy
