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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.

Long Lost Love
Joy didn’t know what made her come along to her high-school reunion. There was only one person she wanted to see from high-school, and he’d always said reunions were a waste of time.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Sleep
“Angel,” Brendon sighs when he comes into the bedroom and sees you’re still awake. “You need to rest.” You pout up at him from under the covers and he settles on the edge of the bed, brushing a hand over your forehead. He frowns and leans over to press his lips to your flushed skin. “You’re still really warm,” he tells you. “You need to drink more water and sleep.”
By TheWellReadMillenial5 years ago in Filthy
Mia's Biker-Man
“God, I’ve missed you.” Roger scooped up Mia into a bear hug. Mia wrapped her legs around his hips, and ran her fingers through his thick beard to cup his cheeks, pressing her lips against his in a hungry kiss.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Cowboy Quickie
The bell above the door jingled, and Georgia slumped in her seat. So close to closing time. They’d probably come to do their entire weekly shopping and she’d be stuck here till late, and miss the beginning of Belle’s party.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Craft Beer, Karaoke,& Lesbians
Craft Beer,Karaoke & Lesbians First dates go I am not really a fan. There is a awkwardness involved with getting to know someone all while trying to impress them at the same time. I felt a natural chemistry with E.J. from the very first night we met. It was easy and unforced. I was comfortable around this stranger and for me personally that is extremely rare and worth pursuing. We had been randomly texting throughout the week and agreed to meet at a local brewery after his son’s football game. Sometime between the first meet and now this one, we had met another time in between. It was a spur of the moment meet that was not something I would qualify as a date exactly. We ended up at the same bar that happened to be having a hair band tribute, therefore conversation wasn’t priority number one on the list as it had been far too loud for that. This second meeting, I was convinced was sure to be different. A quieter place, with less hustle and bustle and meet up. I was so excited and feeling that this was something positive bordering on overwhelming.
By Las Matamaridos6 years ago in Filthy
Fake It till you Make It
Jack reached out to take my hand as I pressed on the ornate doorbell of my grandparents huge mansion. I started, meeting his gaze.
By Heather Kinnane6 years ago in Filthy
My Best Friend's Brother
“I can’t believe the two of you still have sleepovers. I thought you were twenty-three, not thirteen!” Bradley’s broad frame almost filled the doorway, his bright blue eyes sparkling as he smirked at Madison and I, sitting up in Madison’s bed, snacks gathered around us as we set up to watch a movie.
By Heather Kinnane6 years ago in Filthy
Love Drunk
It was our second first date that evening. Our second time around trying to make sense of what we were to each other and if we could make the love we had for each other enough. My heart was in way over my head. My inhibitions? I didn’t have any with him.
By Ruthie May6 years ago in Filthy
The Taste Test
I signed up for a wine tasting class from Groupon. I did it all on my own and very sporadically. Once I got there I thought that this class was going to be filled with lonely women that had no one to go out with. I am not making fun of anyone it’s just I’m in the same boat as them. Lonely recognize lonely. Once I arrived at the class the elevator was out of service so I had to walk up two flights of stairs. I am not that much in shape so by the time I got to the second landing I was out of breath. I walked into the room where the wine tasting was. I was shocked that I saw more men than women. I found one empty seat towards the middle of the class. I felt like everyone was watching me as I walked to the seat. Three minutes later Suddenly a tall gentleman with a clearly amazing physique and short Straight jet black hair stood up from one of the desk and walked towards the front of class. He then proceeds to write his name which is Mr. Rose. As I glanced around the room every woman that was there stared at Mr. Rose. He began to teach the class and hand out glass samples of different types of wine. As each tray of glasses went about the room I locked eyes with him. Now maybe it was me but the eye contact was intense he even gave me a slight smirk. As the class was ending he let us know that he has two more tastings in the next 2.5 hours. Everyone else got up and left but for some reason I sat right there. After the next two sessions I was drunk but it was a nice smooth drunk. I tasted everything from Merlot to rose. I tasted dry, aged, sweet, semi sweet all different types but my stomach started to hurt. As he packed up and clean the room I prepared to head towards the door. He boldly says “you stayed for two sessions you might as well just wait for me.” I looked at him shocked and said “OK I’ll wait. “We walked to a local 24 hour diner up the block and we sat there and we drank water and had some pancakes. Something must’ve been in that water for me to tell this man would you like to come back to my house. The crazy part was that he said “yes”. We called the Uber and we took it to my house once we got through the door I headed straight to the fridge. I had a bottle of rose in my fridge that was calling my name. I pulled it out and started chugging it to hope that it would make me slightly intoxicated again and realize what I was doing with a perfect stranger. As I started to guzzle the wine he walked up to me and took the bottle out of my hand and placed it on the counter. He took his hand and placed it on my waist and started to kiss me ever so gently then it got intense the kissing turned into touching and touching toward into rubbing. I don’t know what happened but somewhere along the way I started to Become more conscious of what I was doing. He was holding me up in the air against my fridge and basically pressing his face into mine.I suddenly told him to stop stop stop. He backed off and asked me if I was OK. I looked at him and I was like “my nice phase is wearing off”. He looked at me and said hey you want to drink some more maybe we can get you started again. I looked at him and I said you know what maybe it’s a good idea if you leave. He looked at me in great disappointment. the same time he knew he had to respect my wishes he then went in his pocket pulled out a condom and a business card. He placed a condom & business card on the counter and crossed out his office number and wrote his personal mobile number. He looked at me and and left the business card underneath the condom on top of the counter and then looked at me and said in the most seductive voice call me when you’re ready.
By Serafina6 years ago in Filthy
She came to me Starving
I had just got done with work for the day sitting down on my couch watching TV and having a bourbon and coke, one ice cube, the only way to drink it! I was starting to feel like I needed some company, but since I was currently between relationships, that posed a problem! Not too big of a problem though, you see my female best friend had just broke up with her boyfriend as well and a few weeks ago while comforting each other about our recent relationship problems we got drunk and let's just say that we learned that we knew how to truly please each other! She and I decided that for now that we would call on each other whenever the feeling would hit and take care of each other needs without any emotional connections or ties! This would be our third time having best friend time, it was what she calls it, I was not a fan but it wasnt worth coming up with another word for it so, it was time for me to pick up the phone and see if she was available for some "best friend time."
By More Than Words6 years ago in Filthy
The Weaver
Chapter Three Kyle Johnson | Unsplash I worked my way down to the beach, walking alongside rolling ocean waves gleaming in the moonlight. I reveled in every moment of the long walk. Everything felt so much more immediate in the mortal world. I’d grown so used to the endless scale of time on Olympus. I stopped to pull a long strand of beach grass from the sand at my feet. I tore it in half, releasing the scent of the plant into the air. The pieces fell to the ground, where they would wither, already dead.
By Lillian Yeung6 years ago in Filthy
JACK OF DIAMONDS
Chap 3 -Pt 2 (WHILE PARTNERS WON AND PARTNERS LOST...) ii She could hear the door open and held her breath, trying to steady her breathing, anticipating his arrival, so unexpected as it was. Roger wasn’t trying to be quiet and she could sense him standing at the foot of the bed looking down at her. For a moment, she wondered what Artie was thinking, seeing the man she'd professed to hating earlier, watching her as she pretended to sleep. She peeked through half-closed eyelids, barely able to discern his figure in the soft moonlight spilling through the French doors; unable to see the small, clipped moustache and receding hair; watching him as he slowly removed his jacket and tie.
By ben woestenburg6 years ago in Filthy