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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Jake: Flame Warrior MC
Chapter 7 Amy I arrived at Star's place really early just hoping that I could catch Dom here and maybe start up a lame conversation with him. But I didn't see him anywhere. Star came down stairs while I waited for her in the living room. I guess it's not so weird I have a key to her house, she is my best friend.
By TiJah Writes6 years ago in Filthy
Christos and the Mist
Chris put his hands behind his head, sighing happily, and closed his eyes. It was his last full day in Crete and he was making the best of the glorious, warm weather. His grandmother’s big uncovered veranda was just perfect for soaking in the sun before he had to return to his real life back in Toronto.
By Bey Deckard6 years ago in Filthy
The Jacket
It wasn’t that Dave Greaves wasn’t attracted to his fiancée Lexi. In fact quite the opposite; his physical attraction to her was one of the main reasons she was his fiancée. It was just that their schedules never lined up any more. Lexi had been taking all the extra dusk ‘til dawn shifts at the nursing home; Dave worked days. When they did get time together they were so exhausted that sex was almost always out of the question. They only had to endure the somewhat forced celibacy for another 3 months then they would be married and they would no longer have to slog their guts out at work to afford the “dream wedding”. Then there will be a honeymoon and all the sex they can both handle.
By Joshua Johns6 years ago in Filthy
Roscoe Forthright. GRIMOIRE
[ The lecture of Lord Shiva ] Roscoe measure the girls, and measures Capt Evil, so a seamstress will create four witch-cloaks in deep purple, green, black and dark brown. Red cords of red cotton rope will serve as belts for these cloaks. Each girl will also wear a red-leather bondage collar, a studded dog-collar with dangling silver chains and silver nipple clips. (Roscoe is not certain if he will use the nipple clips in the ritual, but they add visual charm, especially for the BDSM crowd.)
By Roscoe Forthright6 years ago in Filthy
When Desire Seduces Fear
When Desire Seduces Fear Chapter 1 Mount Olympus 2001 A.D Dedra, daughter of Discord, niece of Ares, the god of war, stared down in the scrying bowls as she watched the battle before her play out. She could feel the waves of carnage rolling off the people down below. It gave her untold glee to see the chaos and fear. After all, that is what she happened to be—the goddess of fear.
By Nalana Phillips6 years ago in Filthy
There were butterflies in her ear
I couldn't stop staring at her ear because her earrings were some sort of swarm of butterflies climbing upwards. I loved those types of earrings but I would never wear them. My simple studs were all papa would allow. But she had tiny golden butterflies flitting about her ear. As though they might be whispering to her secret things. All the butterflies were gold, golden butterflies for a perfect golden girl. But there was one in the middle of all the butterflies that was just an outline, there was a vacancy, and I wanted to a fill it. I could be the closest butterfly to her, I wanted to whisper into her ear that I wanted to kiss her neck and run my fingers through her hair.
By Jane Addison6 years ago in Filthy
Mr X
I was brought into a room. I didn’t know where I was precise; I was blindfolded and bounded by the wrists. People referred to him, as Mr X. He told me not to move, nor make a sound. My heart was racing—almost like an automatic bomb or Tale-Tale Heart. The way it would pound in my chest or the way it would stop and start again; had me on high alert. Hearing the sounds, increasing; growing louder and louder by the minute. The anticipation was daunting. Stood to be six-foot-five. Slim, broad shoulders, hair pushed back. His bread was trimmed to fit his face, and that smile; brought all the ladies to their knees; like myself.
By Mazikeen Quinn6 years ago in Filthy
