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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Jingle Bed Rock (Part 1)
Christmas has always brought out the erotic side of me. The cold weather, romantic scenes in Christmas movies and the sensual gift ideas do not make it any better. This is something that Levar knew and understood. With his high sex drive and my sensual prowess being in heat despite the cold temperatures, things were going to be rocking around the Christmas tree, under the mistletoe, and in the bedroom.
Merlin MystiquePublished 6 years ago in FilthyLoner's Retreat: Angelina & Julie (The Ending)
ANGELINA Her anxiety was at an all time high as she checked her phone again for the fifth time in the last two minutes. Was her father not going to show? Did he even want to mend fences and move on?
Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago in FilthyLoner's Retreat: Angelina & Julie, Part 6
JULIE If being in the car with your ex-lover and your new one wasn't awkward, Julie didn't know what was. According to Miguel, shit had hit the fan while the doctors were doing their best to hydrate her with fluids and electrolytes and letting her catch up on some much needed sleep with a sedative. Exhaustion. That's what they chalked all of this up to. From her point of view in the backseat of this rental car, it seemed like Julie wasn't the only one suffering from it.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago in FilthyFirst Time
I couldn't help not thinking about him. His unshaven chiseled chin. His slender yet muscular body. His piercing deep blue eyes. His full, perfect lips that felt so good, no matter where he kissed me. Then his cock, just thinking of it gives me goosebumps and makes my privates wet. After all, he is the one that took my virginity.
Joy ErgangPublished 6 years ago in FilthyThrough the Window...
The first time I met you I knew we were going to be good together. We had both had issues. We had loved other people and been treated like rubbish. So we talked online for ages. We discussed everything about our lives. Family, religion, kids. We spent time getting to know each other.
Fantasy
Watching her lay there, sleeping naked, in my bed. Absolutely breathtaking. Especially after the incredible night we had last night. Just thinking about it puts a smile on my face. I never thought I would have that kind of experience with another woman. I always fantasized about what we did, and to finally have done it was mesmerizing.
Joy ErgangPublished 6 years ago in FilthyYou're Mine, Tennis Slut
I want you to hear my mind. I want my thoughts to penetrate your brain so deep you cannot focus on anything else. Feel what I feel. I want you to feel the burn of my loins. I sit by the green mesh fence listening to your grunts every time you swing for the ball and I wait for my run. The ball is dropped and I run with a hunched back across the middle of the court, collect the ball, and sniff it tacitly. If I can do so discreetly without being seen I will lick it, lick the sweat of your hard work from the round object and imagine it wedged in your mouth while I tie you to the umpire’s chair for everyone to see. They will all see you for the vulgar little skank that you are. I will display you with your legs strapped wide open so everyone can look in and know that your pussy is ragged. Your skirt is too short. The ends of your perfectly ironed white pleats barely touch the crease in your ass cheek. You little slut. I want you to feel my cock head pushing into your mouth and bruising the inside of your cheek. I want you to feel my erection, the one I get every time I run to collect your dropped ball. Each time you raise your arm to serve I want you to feel my tongue lapping up the sweat from your armpit. When you walk onto the court I want you to feel my eyes bore into your skin. I want you to know in your subconscious each time when I perform my onanism over you at home in my den, a picture of you in my hand. Every time I soil that piece of paper with your face on it I want you to feel the dampness of my vile seed on your nose and chin. I want you to know that I am obsessed with you and I want you to feel unnerved and cold in your bones. When you leave the court covered in perspiration I am the one who walks closely behind you towards the changing rooms, turning off at the last minute to walk into the men’s room next door. I am the one who smells your towels. I am the one who scatters your clothes across the changing room floor so you have to run around naked collecting them up while I peep through the crack in the wall. I am your worst nightmare and you are my disgusting wet dream. You dance across the court as you play with deliberate pseudo gracefulness and femininity which gloats like a neon sign towards my direction. You cannot pretend to me you are an innocent girl. You are a promiscuous, dirty, tennis playing slut. You don’t know it yet but you will fear me. You will not know for a long time that your stalker is your ball boy. I am so close to you every day. I hang around in the background and look on with a vague sympathetic face as I listen in to your complaints. Concerns you tell your opponent about the feeling you have when you are changing in the changing rooms. The feeling you have that you are being watched. Not being able to sleep at night convinced there is someone lurking in the bushes outside your house. There is. That person is me. One day you will feel my breath close to your skin. One day you will know my name. One day you will no longer look at the poor ball boy (who won’t amount to much) with a patronising fake smile. I want you, tennis slut. One day you will be mine.
Ava SheridonPublished 6 years ago in FilthyThe Proposition Pt 3
I slumped into the chair in my living room feeling very accomplished. I had finished all of my errands early and had nothing to do for the rest of the day before getting ready to go to work later on tonight. I was living a pretty comfortable life, not like some of the other hookers that lived five people to a room or had to give up what little self-worth they had to live with a pimp. My bills were always late and I had resorted to sucking my land lord's dick when I was short on the rent, but I was on my own. I had food to eat, lights, and even a few pieces of furniture; I was doing alright. I was beginning to doze when there was a knock on the door. I'm never expecting anyone, but I get up anyway to answer, "Hold on, hold on, I'm coming. Rico, if this is you, you're going to pay me! I wasn't short on rent and I don't give head for free."
V.E SandersPublished 6 years ago in FilthyLoner's Retreat: Angelina & Julie, Part 3
ANGELINA Her lips, their fullness, how her tongue felt flicking at her nub underneath the water, her smile, the way her blue eyes pulled you into her orbit refusing to let you go until she was done with you. It was all Angelina could think about for the past two days she wondered how she was going to keep it together during her birthday party tonight. Lucia and Dylan had planned the entire thing, complete with Dolly's favorite meal and dessert, even her favorite cocktails. Nothing she brought with her to the retreat seemed appropriate enough for the event and Angie sighed in frustration as she sat on the floor of their walk-in closet.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago in FilthyThe Man of OUR Dreams (Pt. 2)
I awoke to the voice of my best friend coming from the bedroom connected to the living room of the hotel where I had been sleep since last night. The night before we had a lingerie themed party for my best friend Jelisa’s 21st birthday. Through all the drinking, dancing, and partying the whole night was a blurred. I slowly pulled myself up on the couch into a seated position as I tried gathering my thoughts. The only thing that I could perfectly replay over and over In my head from the night before is what had happened between me and Jordan, Jelisa’s boyfriend.
QUEEN QUEENPublished 6 years ago in FilthyThe Proposition Pt 2
The day comes too quickly but I don't mind. I have more than enough for rent and a few other bills. I might even have some left over. I roll over to check my phone for any missed calls or messages, 4 missed calls and 2 texts from my mother, it's a slow day for her. I quickly respond back with the usual 'I'm fine' or 'I promise I will come by more'. Truth is I hate lying to my family about what I do for a living so I will not be coming by more. I put my phone back down on the table next to my bed and slide open the drawer in search of my vibrator. I find it nestled underneath the wad of cash from the mystery Subway Guy. My pussy begins to tingle at the thought of his fingers inside me, his breath on my neck, that sexy as hell confidence, it's all the inspiration I need. I pull the money out of the drawer along with the vibrator and begin straightening out the bills. They smell like him. I inhale deep, my pussy is beginning to moisten. I want his hands on me, in me, again but these wrinkled up $50's and $100's are the closest thing I have so they will have to do. I lay back and turn on my toy full speed and place it on my clit. I think of him when I close my eyes and smell him as I rub they money all over my body. My hips grind in perfect rhythm against the vibrator. My pussy is pulsing I am going to cum before long. I'm rubbing faster now, my clit is so sensitive it almost aches but I keep going. I feel a pressure building up inside me and right when I feel like I can't take it anymore, I jam the toy into my pussy. The vibrations on my cervix send me into a frenzy. I cum hard and loudly, violently shaking and constricting.
V.E SandersPublished 6 years ago in FilthyHer, Her Friend, and Me!
My tongue made its way to her clit, soliciting a gorgeous gasp and shudder through her body. The warmth of being so close to her pussy, and the soft, moistness I could feel on my lips was intoxicating. The weight of her body as it was perched above my face was lovely. This was right where I wanted to be, underneath her, licking her, loving every second of it.
Jeff WatsonPublished 6 years ago in Filthy