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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
A Dream
I remember the face but not the name. I remember both her hands fit perfectly in one of mine as they were pinned above her head. As I kissed her lips I traced her body with my fingers. I pull her up to peel her blouse from her body. As I lay her back down her hands are once again pinned above her head. I tease her lips with the thought of a kiss. My fingers brush the skin down the center of her body until I reach her waistline then start to trace the crease of her pants up her inner thigh. As my fingers reach the center of all creases its wet and she lets out a light moan. As my hand rubs the crease I kiss down her neck to her chest. The kisses get lighter forcing her chest to rise to my lips. As I make my way down her stomach I begin to peel her jeans from her shaped legs all while her back rises begging for me to go further. I kiss along the outline of her tan line, teasing the temptation. Pulling down her pink laced panties, I follow the center bow to meet a taste of a syndical temptation. The taste of lust pierces my lips and I begin to crave it. Her hands now pinned on her sides of no freedom to this control she no longer has. Her body begs for me to continue, it pleads for this ecstasy. Her hands clinch the sheets below as her breathing becomes heavier, her back arches, body on hands and knees begging for more. With just my mouth I make love to her. Her muscles tighten as she flirts with nirvana until her tongue unties and a moan can be comprehended. She speaks softly but demanding as she asks me to make love to her.
By Blake Mercure7 years ago in Filthy
Arousal Lake
It was the warmest day of summer. The twentieth of June. They always casually just ended up there. Years later, nothing has really changed. His eyes never left her. Never missed an inch of her milky skin. He took in every curve of her body, her breathtaking smile, her captivating eyes, they penetrated and heated everything it laid eyes on. And once they laid eyes on him, his blood boiled, his skin burned, and he got rock hard. But this time he'd have her. Fully have her. No more wet dreams. He'd have her underneath him, writhing, screaming out his name as he pushed her over the edge over and over again.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Filthy
Power Play
“I really need to dust in here,” she thought as she kept her face shoved up against the wall as he had instructed her to. He was doing all the right things; biting her neck, pinching her nipples in the spectacularly soft and then sharp way he does, teasing her cunt over her panties in a way that usually drives her insane. However, for some reason, it just was not doing what she needed it to. She needed to feel possessed; she needed her full attention to be on what he was doing to her body and everything she wanted to do to his when he unpinned her arms and gave her the chance. But all she could think about was dusting her kitchen; her body was responding the way it was supposed to but her mind couldn’t think about anything except if she had remembered to get new Swiffer pads.
By Leah Savage7 years ago in Filthy
Zephyr The Vandal Part 3
Daedalus and Penance Mission: Tame the Ego Rumael unbuttoned his support tunic, dropped the upper half of his formal robes, and faced the door in spite of my ogling at his improved physique. The last time we saw each other he had the moderately fit body of an athlete in training. This night he effortlessly personified muscular perfection for his height. Both his arms lifted above his head and pushed the cast iron doors apart as if they were pillows. I watched the major and minor muscle systems of his arms connect to his near herculean shoulders and back; a chiseled embodiment of pure, animalistic male sexuality. Rumael stood between the doors and held them open with flawless symmetry, leaving enough space for me to slip underneath either side and make my dramatically sensual entrance. Zephyr the Vandal, fingers wrapping into Rumael’s waistband to use the living statue as leverage, breasts sandwiching and squeezing against his torso, stepped into the chamber interior to get a good look at what was ahead. There were no less than ten women fawning over, tasting, serving, and whispering honey dipped words to Baron Daedalus. Their chattering sounded like excited children, their moans sopping with sensuous vibrato whether feigned or genuine.
By Shadowstar Boxer7 years ago in Filthy
Night Routine
I hope it never stops. In the middle of a warm night, my partner loves to tease. As I gently roll over, his broad shoulders gently slip between my legs, leading his head to my warmth. Removing my panties, in the most gentle of tasks. I slowly wake, to the sensation of pleasure in the middle of my thighs, I gasp uncontrollably. Trying to grip any air that has been stolen from my chest, as he continues to attend to my quivering body parts. Adding his fingers to the mix, he slowly slips two inside me. Moving them to perfectly hit my g-spot.
By Messy Buns & Too Much Coffee7 years ago in Filthy
Halloween Carnival Series: The Bone Keeper
I was ready to curl up with a good horror novel and some ginger tea but the loud sound of glass breaking caused me to pause my nightly routine and head downstairs. Turning on the lights, I searched every room until I found the broken window, the wind blowing through the small hole in the bay window in the living room. I sighed with contempt, and bent over to pick up the rock someone had thrown through my window.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Filthy
Live and Let Bone
Chester strolled along the beach; it had been a long mission and his feet were glad for the warm sand and cool waves. He swiftly scooped his dark hair up into a ponytail and smiled at the two blondes checking him out at the bar. One of them winked and he was about to head over when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He stopped abruptly as a chill ran over him, something must have gone wrong with the mission. Slowly, Chester lifted the phone to his ear, “Hello?”
By Mary Manson7 years ago in Filthy
Please More Pleasure Baby and Don't Stop
I know it was wrong, I'm sure it was wrong to think of him like I am when he's standing across the hall from me with his woman latched onto his arm. It was fine, sooner or later she'll let him go and I'll scope him away for myself, just a little bit. I'll give him back, this time anyways.
By Paige Kostyniuk7 years ago in Filthy
Dance Studio Heat
6pm Friday night. The rest of the interns are gone and I can now finally have this classroom become what it really is. I pulled off my slacks to reveal my comfortable, nude tights and unbuttoned my shirt to stay in just a white tank. I slipped out from my black flats to put on my pink dance slippers and tie them up the ankles. Point, flex, point, flex.
By Aurea Gonzalez7 years ago in Filthy
Becoming Daddy's Girl
Selene sat in her seat listening to the lecture, or so it appeared, like any good little girl should. Her left hand was resting on her cheek with her elbow on the desk as the teacher droned on about the newest equations and how to figure them out. Inventories; how to keep track of the products that needed ordering, how many sold, and how to figure what the estimated profit should be.
By January Greene7 years ago in Filthy