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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Fun with the Tradie
Wendy run a thumb over her clit, her thoughts wandering back to the stripper at her sister’s hen’s party the night before. Damn he was hot. Broad shoulders, rippling muscles, and those baby blue eyes that just made her swoon. He’d turned up dressed as a tradie, complete with tool belt and rubber tools, and had wasted no time getting to work, setting the music going, dancing around the room between the women while we scurried for seats that would ensure a good view.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
TALES of ANARCHY
PRELUDE Demons, the citizens of the hellish underworld, have always wanted to live in the sunlight, to be free to feed on, possess, and enslave mankind, yet were often attacked and even killed by their celestial realm dwelling kinfolk, Dragons.
By Derrick Anthony Strong5 years ago in Filthy
Leap of Faith
It was New Year's Eve she sat in her chair and thought about him. After knowing him for years their feelings had grown into a burning desire of love. She felt he was the one for her. She had never felt the way she did with him safe, loved, protected and most of all wanted. Over the last 3 months they had begun talking more than the casual greetings and communications. Over the years of seeing him once every four weeks for his hair cut and hair removal, they had developed a strong friendship. She knew he didn’t know her whole story of her past and present relationships and was very uncertain if he would even want anything to do with her if and when he found out. You see she had really been in a bad place in her life and had married for the wrong reasons almost like a punishment to herself for her bad decisions in her past. She had been down and out, homeless and done things she wasn’t proud of during that time. He of course had no idea of any of this but knew he enjoyed seeing her over the years and felt a very special sense of connection to her. He himself had not been such an angel and had been in relationships that he really didn’t want to be in but really had no better option.
By timothy w davis5 years ago in Filthy
Maid for Pleasure
Arriving home from a long day at work, Thomas grabbed a drink out of the fridge and headed upstairs to jump in the shower and relax for the rest of the evening. Body aching but smelling the smell of clean in the air, remembering that his housekeeper had cleaned the house that day! It was music to his eyes and nose! He smiled as he continued upstairs to his bedroom when he began to hear soft moans coming from his bedroom.
By More Than Words5 years ago in Filthy
Man of My Dreams
He looked at me, his eyes were locked on me like I was the only one in the room. A gaze so intense that it made me weak I had waited for this moment longer than I could remember, longing for him to look at me that way. Like I was his salvation, the only way he could continue to exist. I had imagined, dreamt, longed for him to see me as more than a friend. To have him desire and touch me. I wanted to completely surrender to the voices I’d been hearing in my head since the day I first saw him. My inner being was willing him to me.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 years ago in Filthy
