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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
When a Woman’s in Love
Please note that this story continues where, When a Woman’s in Love: With Another Woman (linked at the bottom) ended almost abruptly. I guess that I wasn’t a happy camper. You don’t have to read the previous part but you’ll miss too much if you don’t. But then, you could always read it afterwards with some hindsight.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
One Pussy Today
What about yesterday? It’s also part of the story. I prefer one pussy at a time since every pussy has to be adored like a god, and no one anymore believes in more than one god. It’s not the same, I imagine some of you thinking or even saying. Just think about it a little more! Unless you don’t like pussy, pussy is everything. I repeat. Pussy is everything. Pussy also means yes since you can’t say no to pussy, and if you can, then you’re a prick.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
Sex on Her Mind
There’s always sex on her mind. Or is it the other way around? There’s always sex on my mind. Apparently not when I sleep, but luckily I only sleep about five hours a day, except for Sundays when I can sleep for six. Ain’t that the truth. I will digress a lot, but it’s also part of the story, this so-called story. There’s always sex on Jenny’s mind now that I succeeded to get her into bed. This is not M or anyone else whom you may have read about before. This is M’s new narrator. Wait! you may think. Jenny’s his narrator. She isn’t anymore. She couldn’t take it any longer without M’s carnal love and took off, leaving M the following note. It was lying on his desk and I read it. It’s a strange note, to say the least, but I’ll let you be the judge of it.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
The Lost Sexual Course
We had finally purchased our first house. It was full of character and overlooking the ocean. Each room felt different. We both agreed about that. In the master bedroom — I called it the fucking bedroom since everything in it was asking to fuck you or be fucked — the furniture was protruding like a pleasing pussy and a pretty prick. I was the pussy. He was the prick. We loved each other so much that we fucked whenever and wherever we felt like it. For me, it was the heart. For him, the heart was surely involved, but it was the prick. Don’t get me wrong! I felt it in my pussy too, but my heart stole my inner show.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
When a Woman’s in Love
Carli is a beautiful woman in her mid-40s. I could write a novel just about her charm and everything else that’s easily apparent. But Carli is beyond words. I guess that you could consider her an angel and the one that rocked my world. But the story is not about us. It’s much more about another woman whom Carli fell in love with but only for a short time. How can one fall in love for a short period? I guess that Carli wasn’t really in love with the woman but only infatuated, smitten by what she had to offer. I was surely more than enough. She mentioned it all the time. But I sensed that she needed something a bit different. Perhaps someone without a prick, no matter how loving was the dick and myself in this story. Some background first for some perspective!
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
Two Women
Everybody screamed when she kissed the teacher over her mask. That’s not even a peck someone must have thought or said. Most only considered the viral implications of such an act. A few may have rejoiced at the prospect of a lesbian affair turning into love. I simply watched and typed my interpretations of the so-called facts on my fucking phone. Thank God it’s over six inches along. Now! The facts! One. Unlike the pic above, they both wore a mask and thus a velvet peck is all that they could take and got. Two. The fucking microscopic program (you know, fucking COVID) must miss an End to one of its Ifs. Three. I love women much more than I do men. Four. There is no four except for love. Five. Please see Four! Six. We all know how to count. Seven. I wanted to end on a lucky note.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
Woman on Top
A woman on top is like an endless extension of sexual ecstasy. When a woman takes this commanding position, the prick becomes docile but erect like a building. Movement is like a choreographed dance that both can lead, even at the same time with some practice. But the woman on top is the best love navigator, and every prick knows it at some point, and the sooner the better. Oliver was such a prick.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
A Threesome with an Unexpected Guest
“Are you ready?” Stephanie asked. Jax took a deep breath and nodded. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” “Let’s go.” Moonlight glinted off shards of broken glass as they pushed open the front door, the creak of the hinges loud in the otherwise silent night.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Pornman Three
In the first part of the Pornman story, Pornman: The Man Who Lived in Porn (linked at the bottom), Pornman begins his quest to become a pornstar, discovering that he could go back in time to any porn set just by watching it. Dani, a porn movie director, and Lilly, her assistant, take a liking to our Pornman and have a threesome with him. Pornman realizes that he could save pornstars who died from an overdose or suicide by going to their last set and talking to them.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
Pornman Two
Pornman was thinking. Luckily, it wasn’t out loud as it happened once in a while, especially that one such thought was due any time. I wish I was a woman. I would have pussy all the time. I wish I was a lesbian too. I would have even more pussy, thought Pornman inside.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
