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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Need Me: Part 1
This wouldn't be the first time I snuck into the office after hours to get some work done. But I had to get the mountain full of paperwork on my desk over with by morning and since I over-extended my vacation for the sole purpose of taking some mental days off to regain my sanity, I only had me to blame for it.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Filthy
Surprise Encounter
He walked into her work, knowing the layout since their lunch a few weeks ago. She was just getting off work and He knew she had some time today because she was supposed to go shopping after work. She even walked right past Him, lost in her own little world trying to rush out and get everything done since it was so close to the holidays. A little upset that she had just walked right past Him, He quickly turned around and was on her heels.
By Amanda Tucker7 years ago in Filthy
Chemistry
The emotional turmoil that expanded throughout his body increased as he sang his last note and his gaze caught hers in the crowd. Everyone in the audience applauded for them, cheering and hollering. He was proud of the progress the band was making, even if it meant playing music for small events. Music was in his blood, his favorite outlet. Even though he loved the adrenaline singing in front of crowds gave him, the rush of blood and lust filling his veins at the moment were all caused by her.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Filthy
The Cabin
The snow began to form a barricade around the cabin. There was no way out until morning, when the howling wind stopped, and the sun began to melt the snow. For now, they were stuck with only a few logs left for the fire. Soon, they'd have to find another ways to keep warm. She glanced towards him from across the room, where the flames of the fire contorted and distorted his handsome face. His long and rugged fingers were wrapped around a coffee mug, and suddenly, she wanted to know what if felt like to kiss him.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Filthy
Zephyr The Vandal
ZEPHYR THE VANDAL Prelude to Paradise What would it take for you to understand the depth of emotion required to control another human being? Is there a threshold across which you will not tread? If so then you should probably stop here. My research spares no eye, cushions no ego, and fosters no will from either end of the spectrum of physical and psychological influence. Is there insubordination in your heart, defiance in your soul? If so then YOU should ALSO stop here. Shut these pages before returning this scarcely printed collection of truths paralleled by my own narrative of personal experiences. All others, especially those of you with a crippling love sickness coursing through your veins, please stay with me and learn the glorious multiverse of mind manipulation, sexual perfection, and unrivaled pleasure through absolute vulnerability to your beloved partner.
By Shadowstar Boxer7 years ago in Filthy
Invading Spaces
Despite all the trouble he goes through with most of his friends, Tim doesn’t regret a moment spending time with Amanda. They met during an open discussion in their statistics class. Amanda was really giving. She never fails to prove the fact that she possesses a knowledgeable mind and a sexually attractive figure, the latter being a constant distraction to Tim from recently.
By Sam Wijesinghe7 years ago in Filthy
Lolita Syndrome Part 2
After our dinner table encounter, Phil begins spending a lot of time at my house. He hasn’t touched me or come near me at all, but I can always feel his eyes on me, burning under my skin. His frequent visits don’t alarm my parents because they have all been friends for so long. Plus, Phil says that he’s just taking a break from work.
By T.C. Bosarge7 years ago in Filthy
Between Their Sheets (Part One)
Every good love story starts when the protagonist is least expecting it. It shows up in their life when they are struggling with something, a death, the loss of a job, a breakup. They'll say "I'm not looking to date right now," but we all know given the chance, and an attractive face, they will.
By Accacia Graves7 years ago in Filthy
Harry/Draco Fan Fiction
Harry was walking down the corridor to the Great Hall when he bumped into Draco Malfoy. “Watch it Potter!” Draco sneered. Harry just kept walking by, completely ignoring the platinum haired Slytherin. Agitated, Draco ran up behind Harry with his usual sneer, “What's with you, Potter? Got nothing to come back with?”
By Alyssa Reed7 years ago in Filthy
Diving: The Deepest Orgasm (Part Three)
Sherry sat the last box of her belongings next to the bed in her new room. It had taken some time to get moved into her place, and she was tired. It didn't matter how tired she got, though, because Charles was never far from her thoughts. Schedule conflicts and the business of everyday life had kept them from meeting again. Her desire had increased for him, rather than fading, in the weeks that had passed.
By LP Steinbeck7 years ago in Filthy