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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The low hum of the city was a distant murmur against the frantic rhythm of my own heart. We’d just settled back into bed, the lingering warmth of a shared meal and laughter still humming between us. I’d been teasing her gently about her competitive streak during our last board game, and she’d retaliated with a playful shove, tumbling into my arms.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
The low hum of the city was a distant thrum against the glass of the penthouse windows, a stark contrast to the rapidly escalating tempo inside. My shirt was somewhere on the floor, probably tangled with Camila’s silk camisole, a casualty of the whirlwind that had begun the moment her key had turned in the lock. We’d barely made it past the entryway, our lips hungry, our hands desperate, shedding layers as if they were a burden to be discarded.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The locker room hummed with the usual post-game adrenaline and the lingering scent of sweat and liniment. We’d just pulled off an improbable win, and the celebratory hoots and back-slapping were still echoing off the tiled walls. I’d lingered a little too long, enjoying the camaraderie, my towel precariously draped around my waist as I joked with the guys.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Joan's Room
She hummed in response, a soft, satisfied sound deep in her throat. "Good," she breathed, her lips brushing against his, a promise in the touch. "Because I think I like it even more." The candle flickered, casting their intertwined shadows on the wall, hinting at the intimate celebration that was only just beginning.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Joan's Room
Joan stood there, framed by the warm glow of her apartment, a vision that simultaneously disarmed and electrified him. She was wearing a silk robe, the fabric a deep sapphire that shimmered in the soft light, hanging open to reveal a black lace bra and matching panties. The delicate lace contrasted sharply with the smooth expanse of her skin, a tantalizing peek at the secrets beneath. Her dark hair was artfully tousled, as if she’d just emerged from a luxurious bath, and her lips, without a trace of makeup, were a soft, inviting pink.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The steam hung thick in the air, a familiar, comforting haze after a grueling practice. The roar of the showers was a symphony, punctuated by the good-natured ribbing and exhaustion-fueled groans of the team. I was under the hottest spray, letting the water pound away the aches, when a sudden, unexpected hush fell over the locker room. I was rinsing shampoo from my hair when a sudden hush fell, a collective pause in the usual locker room chaos. The usual boisterous chatter died down to a few muffled coughs and the continued hiss of water.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
The scent of fresh-baked cookies still lingered in the air, a comforting counterpoint to the sudden, exhilarating rush flooding through me. Camila had, moments ago, been perched on the arm of the worn armchair, regaling me with a hilarious anecdote about her eccentric sister. Now, with a playful wiggle and a mischievous glint in her eyes, she had shifted, settling herself directly onto my lap.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
The clinking of ice in glasses was the only sound for a moment, a temporary lull in the otherwise vibrant hum of the backyard barbecue. We were crammed onto a worn patio swing, the kind that squeaked rhythmically with every shift of weight. Camila, as always, was a whirlwind of motion, but in this brief silence, she leaned back, her knee brushing mine. The air was thick with the scent of grilled meat and blossoming jasmine, and a low, golden light was starting to spread across the yard as the sun dipped towards the horizon.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The scent of jasmine and her own musky arousal filled the air, thick and intoxicating. My fingers, slick with her desire, slid deeper into Camila’s pussy, each stroke a deliberate punctuation mark to the symphony of her moans. Her hips bucked subtly against my palm, an unspoken plea for more, always more. I watched her face, flushed and contorted in pleasure, her eyes half-lidded, dark pools reflecting the dim bedside lamp.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
