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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
A Night with a Supernatural Call-Guy
Ally was in heaven. It was the first time she’d been with a Supernatural Call Creature. She’d had doubts about it, then consented to the session only because her best friend assured her she’d never experience anything like it anywhere else, and had paid for the evening.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
One Night Stand Behind Her Husband's Back
Arlo was gorgeous. Luna had always thought so. And it wasn’t just his physical appearance; his slim build, blue eyes or roguish smile, it was the way he treated other people, like everyone around him was special, and important.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
When This is All That's Left
The strobe lights rove over the dark walls, exposing neon words spray-painted onto the walls a millennium ago. Gang signs and slang that no one can even recognize anymore. A heavy bass drowns out the words--if there are any--to the song that is playing. Each thump of music reverberates throughout her entire being. Every pulse shakes a bit more of the settled ash and dust free. The air is cloudy, creating almost an ethereal glow to the club.
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Filthy
Summoning Her Perfect Man
There it was, the hill with the white horse. The tall grass swished against her skirt as she strode up the hill, following along the back of the horse until she got to its head. It felt wrong walking across its face, and even worse to stand on its eye, but Bethany was desperate.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Lust for My Muse
Please note that there are three previous stories preceding this one (the links are in order below), but for once, you don’t have to read them before reading what follows given that this tale can stand on its own four legs, starting and ending with sex. Of course, there’s also much love, which is always needed when passion takes over every word and movement a woman and a prick can bare. I may include a short interlude somewhere in the middle.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
Come Eat Me
Before I begin this story, please note that it continues Muse Love (the first part) and My Sexy Muse (the second). They are both linked at the bottom. But as you may have noticed, the title of this one isn’t as subdued, and sex is going to be everywhere in this tale, in every paragraph, and sometimes in every word. However, please remember that love and sex aren’t usually the same, word or action, especially the reaction. I love you versus I want to eat you. Which one is more promising? It depends on who’s telling whom. Let’s say it’s M saying it to his muse. I love you, my muse. She already knows. She always knew being a muse, who lives on the fucking Moon. Can you believe it? At least it’s not Mars. But still, be my heart! How far is the Moon? A whopping 384,400 km (238,906 miles). What the fuck?
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
