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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Cornwhacker
Craig’s best buddy, Cornwhacker, got his name when their biker gang was riding through Nebraska and he developed a game of tilting at the corn with a long spear on his motorcycle, trying to impale an ear. The game ran its course and he tired of it by the time they reached the wheat lands of the Great Plains, but the name stuck. They shared a tent. Lest you think there was some greasy stuff going on between the bikers in the tent, you should know there was a Mrs. Cornwhacker, also; and they shared her, too.
By Keith R Wilson5 years ago in Filthy
First Love, Second Chance
Macy slammed her car door shut, her gaze caught by the shining silver dangling from the ignition. Her keys! “Shit!” Her window was down slightly, an attempt to keep the car from overheating too much as she went about her day, and she squeezed her hand through the gap, desperately trying to twist her arm so she could reach the button to unlock the car.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Some Enchanting Vintage
Niobe Saldana crushed the dried mint using her marble mortar and pestle, a gift from her abuela when she had turned thirteen. It had been her initiation into the family tradition, and the kitchen, including the mysterious “cookbooks” her mother and tías had whispered over whenever they gathered there.
By Jade Phoenix5 years ago in Filthy






