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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
A Smile and a Memory
The rich aroma of dark Columbian wafted down the hallway from the kitchen. I could hear the sound of him moving about in the other room, but I had no desire to move. If I moved, then the spell would be broken, and I would have to return to the real world. Couldn’t I have just a few more moments to bask in the utter satiation of the night before?
By Vanessa Cherron Riser7 years ago in Filthy
Welcome Home
Christy drove out to the solitary ranch style home wondering if she had made a huge mistake. Her friends had introduced her to the man she was meeting for dinner, Vann, at a party a few months back. He was older, but nice. Ruggedly handsome, gentlemanly in a very southern way and he always made her smile.
By Robert Plunkett7 years ago in Filthy
The Club
The air was smoky and the lights were very dim as I passed a group of maybe five guys sitting at a table. I practically had to squint to make out where I was going. I felt their eyes on me as I swung into the ladies washroom. I stopped to check my reflection in the mirror, my friend was right, the contact lenses certainly did allow my big brown eyes to be seen better. I couldn't believe the person looking back was me. What a difference from a year ago.
By Frankie Lane7 years ago in Filthy
Dream Of Ecstasy
We stood there face to face for the first time in ten years, he looked better than ever before. The last time we saw each other, we were in elementary school and ten years old. He's older than me by two months but he was always in control whenever we were together. Who knew that it would spill over into adulthood and at the age of twenty I would still be holding on to his every word following him around like a small puppy. Everything about Jaylin screamed control and I loved every second of it. It was something about him now that just sent my senses into second gear. Having him standing in my presence I felt honored and undeserving all at once.
By Shay Casey7 years ago in Filthy
Head In The Clouds Part 2
Chills went through my body at the thought of King's big strong hands on my soft smooth skin as we made passionate love on his custom California king bed. King was my dream guy but unfortunately, I got stuck with the second best, his brother Shawn. They were just so different sometimes it irritated me. My means of pleasure were interrupted by Shawn coming in to tell me that he and Tray were going to see King about some business. I already knew what that meant, Shawn used King as a pawn to see if he still can pull girls so I decided to throw him off.
By Shay Casey7 years ago in Filthy
Visions of the Succubus
A tall, robed figure crouched low to light the final candle. The man was named Vorn, the province's resident warlock. He rose slowly, and surveyed his work, his deep hazel eyes and sharp features examined the occult sigils drawn in chalk on the wooden floor with meticulous precision. Then, finding it all to his satisfaction, in a deep sonorous voice, Vorn began to chant the ritual incantation—
By Diana Aalto7 years ago in Filthy