fiction

Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.

AFFAIR OF THE HEART
P lacing my forefinger on top of my full red lips, I signalled for my parents to stay still and quiet. Tactfully removing my house keys from the side pocket of my pale brown leather jacket, I called upon my 'ninja skills' and unlocked the entrance door as discreetly and silently as possible.
By Lady Lavinia Dasani5 years ago in Filthy
ANGEL
He went into the master bedroom, closing the door behind him. He felt more shaken than he would ever show. Why hadn't he taken her to the hospital as soon as he had found her? He gazed across to the photo he kept on his bedside table. The one of him and his ex-wife on vacation in the Carribean. She looked so beautiful in that picture, smiling with her hair blowing in the wind. The pain hit him like a sliver of glass in his heart and his facial expressions hardened. He walked over to his desk and pulled out the laptop he kept in the bottom drawer. This wasn't the one he used for his teaching, this one was different. He checked that everything was as it should be and then shut it down again. He would be using the information he had worked so hard to obtain, he knew there was something important there but right now his mind was too distracted
By d5 years ago in Filthy
Monty's Brave New Film
'Now you're talking…' They finished the film with renewed vigour then set off to deal with Tony the old fashioned way, leaving Olga to tidy up.
By AlexisB5 years ago in Filthy
Maid of (Dis)Honor
I was never much of a dancer. I can bust some freestyle moves on a nightclub dance-floor should the occasion call for it, but when it comes to slow dancing with a partner, I have two left feet. So when it came time for Chris, the best man, and I, the maid of honor, to join the happy couple and dance together to the “Wild is the Wind” by David Bowie, I was petrified.
By Jupiter Grant5 years ago in Filthy
The Deep Fake
Lina sits at her computer, legs folded neatly beneath her, eating top ramen with plastic chopsticks and sifting through terabytes of pornography. Her brow furrows behind thick-rimmed glasses fitted with blue light filters. Despite the precaution, she can feel the onset of a headache.
By David Meyer5 years ago in Filthy
Sizzling Sex in the Snow
Bella pushed her hair out her her eyes with the back of her hand. Being in a tiny village, the hotel wasn’t usually very popular, meaning Bella’s job was usually fairly easy. Change beds, sweep floors, wipe down surfaces. She was often given time off to explore the lush Scottish countryside, her main reason for taking the job in the first place.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
My Boyfriend, My Ex, and Me
Nerves bubbled in Tiffany’s stomach. This was the most surreal experience of her life. Her current boyfriend and the ex she could never forget had become good friends, and now they were talking about sharing.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Could a Reality Show Really set her up with her Ideal Man?
Being on a reality tv show was the last place Selena saw herself, ever. Being on a dating show where she was paired with the most arrogant jerk she’d ever met in her entire life was like all of her worst nightmares rolled into one.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
A Blow-Job on the Side of the Road
Tina eased her foot onto the brake as the rain came teeming down. The wipers were on the highest setting, flicking back and forth across her windscreen, but even so it was impossible to see out of, and she needed to find somewhere to pull over.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Elsa May Green. Chapters ten, eleven, and twelve.
Chapter Ten. Devilish dreams. We sauntered hand in hand along Jacksons Row, a side street that led to huntsman road opposite my apartment. The distant sound of music crept into our ears as we walked closer. Elsa stopped and took my hand under a dimly lit lamp. I stared at her as she looked deep into my eyes before gyrating slowly in front of me.
By Peter Culbert5 years ago in Filthy
Foxy Female seeks Human Male
Mina darted between the shrubs, lifting her nose to check the air. There was a scent of musky sweat amongst the other scents of the night, a warmth that reached her nose on the cool breeze.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Second Chance at Love
“I’ve got a good feeling about tonight.” Penny told her friends. “I’m going to meet HIM tonight. THE ONE. I know it!” Kira laughed. “You’ve said that before, and met a guy, and been so certain he’s The One, and look at you, still single.”
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy