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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Hot Tub Loving
Hot Tub Love Saturday night, it is no normal Saturday night though, you are dressed up, hair and make-up done and you are ready to travel to a fancy hotel that I have booked for the two of us. You know there will be lots of excitement, lots of kissing and lots of naughty fun that you cannot wait for. Upon arriving at the hotel you receive a text from me that says, you should come straight to the room as I am not quite ready. You make your way up and you come to the front door of the room, there is a sticky note on the door that reads “please come in and follow the rose petals.” You smile to yourself realising I wasn’t late at all, I was always ready for you. You open the door and immediately spot a trail of rose petals leading to a table, on the table sits a bouquet of flowers with another sticky note attached. You approach the flowers and read the sticky note “if every flower could tell you that you are beautiful thousand times, it would still not be enough” your smile grows bigger. Another trail of rose petals leads from the flowers to the bed, you can hear soft music from the room leading from the bedroom as you pick up a note that is laid on the bed and it reads “I have longed for a taste of your beauty for an eternity or so it seems but tonight I will dine on the finest flavours that have ever graced my presence.” You look down and spot another trail that leads over to another table, sitting on the table as a champagne bottle with a full glass next to it, on it is a sticky note “take this glass and enjoy its contents.” The trail of petals leads into the next room, the room has a real fire and its burning away, crackling as the flames dance around inside the fireplace. There is a sunken Jacuzzi in front of the fire that is bubbling away and looks incredibly inviting. The trail of rose petals leads you to shelf above the fireplace, there sits another note that reads “I am so sorry forgive me for I have not told you yet....” As you think about what it is I’m going to tell you, you hear me say from behind you “that you look very beautiful tonight.” You turn to see me standing there holding a glass of champagne the room is filled with candles, there is no electric light, it’s cosily lit by just the candles and the burning fire and soft music plays in the background. I walk towards you and you look into my deep blue eyes, you can see I’m totally genuine when I tell you “and I mean you really are beautiful and damn sexy too.” You thank me for the compliment before I lean in and gently kiss your lips.
By David Woodhead6 years ago in Filthy
A meeting or a date?
This story is fictional but has a little content about intimacy between two men. other than that enjoy. Oh man, do I have a story to tell about my first date with my crush, who happens to be the CEO's son. But first, allow me to introduce myself, the name is Alucard, and yes, if you say my name backward, it means Dracula. You have no idea how much I was made fun of in school. No, I'm not a Goth even though black is my favorite color, but I do like red and blue I mean, I have blue high-lights on my blackhead, and the blue hair goes with my eyes. I do have some piercings on my ears, my lower lip, and my tongue. My style is Punk and business casual. But this story isn't about my style; This is about how I got my first date. It all started like any other day. I went to work. I got up. Add my usual breakfast. Cereal. Sourdough toast with slices of cheese and my Cup of coffee. In my favorite mug. That reads. "Give me coffee, and no one gets hurt"
By stephanie borges6 years ago in Filthy
Carpet Stained Red With Merlot
Aurora Prescott stared at herself in the mirror. She could barely recognize herself, it has been a while since she was on a first date. It must have been three years since Jason left her for her former best friend. Aurora's caramel-colored hair was curled to perfection, they fell in waves, her dark eyes popped with the dark eye make-up she had not worn in a while. Despite the three years of not being with anyone, her body was still stunning; a flat stomach and slender long legs said it all; she was a yoga instructor. Aurora leaned in closer to the mirror and she uncapped the red lipstick and slowly painted her lips into an approving red.
By Adrianna M. Braun6 years ago in Filthy
Baby sitter caught
Brandy grabbed a second throw pillow and stacked it behind her on the arm of the sofa. She put her feet on the plush seat near her butt, with enough space between her thighs for her hand to slip up under her skirt. The skirt that would be around her waist in a moment.
By Asrai Devin6 years ago in Filthy
Obsession
I had just dropped Sammy off at the Knight's house for little Kayla's birthday party and was headed back to my brother's townhouse that I rented. I was all set to watch the Peach Bowl by myself. It was one of those nostalgic afternoons that I hated so passionately. This stupid townhouse in which I was forced to live had all the happy memories, the ones before the bitch went nuts.
By Lori Antrim6 years ago in Filthy
The Little Green Bottle
At least The Little Green Bottle was an upscale place to be stood up. I was staring down into the glass of Merlot I’d been nursing for the better part of an hour. Yeah. Brian probably wasn’t showing up. There was a guy who peered through the front window of the wine bar about thirty minutes ago that I swore looked like Brian’s online photo. Maybe I just didn’t look like mine. Or, maybe, he’d scoped me out and decided that the bill would be too pricy to spend on a girl like me.
By Terra Babcock6 years ago in Filthy
YOU WANT THESE DON'T YOU
It was one of those nights, not just a dark and stormy night, but another night – alone. As I sat in my apartment, the neon sign outside the window casting soft shadows across my dilapidated furniture, wall-papered walls, and thread-bare imitation Persian carpet, the cell phone resting on my crotch almost gave me a thrill when it vibrated. The caller was my dead friend’s wife. What did she want I wondered?
By Len Sherman6 years ago in Filthy
Meet Me Backstage, Part 10
Chris grunted as he thrust into you one last time, while you screamed his name as you came around his thick length again and he released inside of you. You both come down from the high of orgasm and all you can hear is heavy breathing. You look up at him and smile as you share a sweet kiss. He rolls off you as he pulls out and you look around the room at all the other spent and panting bodies of the other guys. You smile fondly watching them all come down from the orgy that you all just partook in and can’t help but feel an abundance of love and comfort in these seven men.
By Brittany Jones6 years ago in Filthy
Call Me
The scrape of silverware and muted conversation filled Layla’s ears as she walked through the restaurant and took a seat at the bar. In the corner, a beautiful baby grand piano sat with a tuxedoed man playing soft classical music. The wooden floors were polished to a high shine and the bar looked hand carved. The high-end restaurant was far nicer than any other she had ever been in. Sitting on the plush, velvet covered barstool, Layla sipped her drink, nervously twisting a cocktail napkin in her hand. She was a few minutes early, but her date should be arriving soon. Layla watched as a pretty brunette excused herself from the bar and headed towards the ladies’ room. The man she was with locked eyes with Layla and gave her an unctuous smile. Rolling her eyes in return, she shifted so her back was to the man and gave her drink her full attention. She was determinedly ignoring that end of the bar and was startled when she felt a hand rest gently on her shoulder.
By Nicole Werner6 years ago in Filthy
Another Sip of Merlot
Slumped on the floor in front of her well-worn olive leather chair, Mandy toils to extricate the remnants of the evening's events with a bottle of Whistling Arrow Merlot. A domestic red blend of plum, mulberry, and black current. A culmination of sweet nectar that was supposed to be the overture to mind-blowing sex with the man of her dreams, Warren Carlyle. Instead, the now warm Merlot will soothe the disappointment of being stood up once again.
By DrTeeKayCee6 years ago in Filthy
