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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Never Saw That Coming
okay, thought eve as she looked in the mirror. Last date before signing off of Bumble for a month. It will probably be a nothing date. She considered canceling it but that was not like her to cancel a date especially last minute. Eve had chosen a great outfit already and did her make-up, so canceling was already out of the question.
By Adrianna M. Braun5 years ago in Filthy
The Man in the Corner Pt. 1
The straps from this green silk dress kept falling off my shoulder while I waited for him. I initially thought the "off the shoulder" look was sexy but now it's just annoying. I was a little nervous and fidgety, the vodka shot certainly didn't relax me. I clutched the dinner napkin in my hand and took a few deep breaths. "You can do this" I thought to myself. I don't know why I was behaving this way. We've been seeing each other for about two months now, but every time felt like the first time. Like the first time I laid eyes on him; like the first time he kissed me. It always felt like a new experience. I didn't know if he had a novelty about him that just wouldn't wear off or if he was just playing into my heart, but either way I liked it. I basked in it every moment we could spare.
By Whitney Monyo5 years ago in Filthy
Say My Name
It’s hard to say what rouses you first - his calloused, but smooth, fingers grazing over your side or his soft lips brushing over your neck. You whimper slightly and turn into his embrace so you are lying face to face, nuzzling his neck as you whisper, “you came.”
By TheWellReadMillenial5 years ago in Filthy
Swimming Pools
“I wish we could stay like this forever.” Your head is against his chest and you’re lying between his legs and he’s reclined in a poolside lounge chair with his arms around you. There are two empty bottles of wine on the ground beside you, oversized glasses on the side table. Both of you are looking up at the Montana night sky and he nods, kissing the top of your head.
By TheWellReadMillenial5 years ago in Filthy
Bath Tubs
He knows you so well. The steam is curling in tendrils up from the tub, and he promises (and he’s always kept his promises) that it will be the perfect temperature by the time you’re both done in the shower. You both agree that a bath is for relaxing, not washing - you’d literally be sitting in a pool of your own dirt - so you always shower together before moving to the bath. You almost always end up messing around in the tub, so it’s a moot point, but it’s nice to pretend.
By TheWellReadMillenial5 years ago in Filthy
