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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Crashing on Her Couch
Christine woke up randomly in the middle of the night horny as hell and almost reached for her favorite toy without thinking about it before remembering that her friend was sleeping on the pull-out couch in the living room. An idea occurred to her; she was going to seduce her shy friend instead of relieving herself of stress. Since Christine slept naked, she was out of the bed and tiptoeing into the living room and crawling under the covers with him before any doubt could cross her mind. Danny stirred slightly in his sleep as the bed moved with the additional weight but stayed asleep laying on his back. In a matter of moments, Christine has pressed her naked body against his shorts clad one and slowly moved her hand under the waistband of his pants. While gently nibbling on his ear, she wrapped her hand around his semi-erect penis and stroked him to full hardness. He moved again, but still not fully awake made no objections. Getting braver, Christine sat up and using both hands slowly tried to inch his shorts down to release his cock from its confines.
By Cheyenne Fanning6 years ago in Filthy
Between the bookshelves
I couldn't concentrate on my books. It was cold in the library and I could tell the beautiful woman in front of me wasn't wearing a bra, because her thin cotton dress fitted perfectly to her skin. Glancing up, I analysed the curve of her bust and how her waist emphasised them. She was leaning on her forearms reading a literature textbook. It was past 10pm. We were the only students as far as I can see on this floor. I got lost admiring her figure before I heard a whisper, "I can feel your eyes on me." She didn't even look up at me.
By Lara Newton6 years ago in Filthy
Cheryl
Cheryl was looking at boxes that she had ready near the front door marked, Charlie. It was all of the things that he had own. She knew one day Charlie was going to leave, but the 20-year-old Crimson-haired young woman never thought his departure from this world would stem from the trauma she experienced a couple weeks ago. The young woman saw the truck pull up, ready to take his donations, and she put them outside, one box at a time.
By Rayna Quinns6 years ago in Filthy
From Husband to Has-been
Being single is one of the most rewarding things you could do for yourself during quarentine. I’m sure there are a handful of couples at this very moment arguing over trivial things for being stuck in the house for too long. Unfortunately for You Trouble in paradise is bound to creep your way. Sometimes, relationships don’t always work out. But when you’re couped up on lockdown with just your wife, arguments can occur. Fight could ignite, break-ups could happen and loneliness is the only thing you might fear at the end.
By Kyle Smith6 years ago in Filthy
Kara's worst Day
Kara walked into her house after being in a Hotel room after being with Fraternity Brothers, who wanted to not be virgins anymore, and they got what they wanted. Soon Kara will get what she wants; in 24 hours, those two will die when their hearts exploded, and she will bask in her aftermath. She was the center of attention tonight and needed a break, then convince the two to have sex with each other as well.
By Rayna Quinns6 years ago in Filthy
Private Eye
Peter was a private investigator who had been hired by a guy to follow his wife. He had been given her full profile and bio and was told all of her favourite haunts. He had also been given a photo and his client had told him that his wife was not very attractive but was still popular with men. Peter had thought she was quite pretty but said nothing.
By Lucy Lilithian Brown7 years ago in Filthy
Curse of the Moon
D’nai Today was a very hard and strange day. He gave me weird assignments, and then sends me home early and then insists on taking me home. I have no idea what is going on in this man’s head but at least, he plays well. “Is this where you dwell ?" He stares at my beat-up apartment building in a not-so-safe area. “Yup, this is my place. See you at seven Mr. Davey's?” “Yes, and it’s sir. Do not forget.” “' Sorry, yes sir. See you tomorrow morning. I do not know why he ended the day so early, but it gives me a chance to finish what I need to do today and maybe get some rest early…“You’re here early,” Mr. Gray said to me as I was sitting waiting for my instructions from him or Mr. Davey. “Yup, didn’t want to be late on my second day.” “Hmm. Well, here are your instructions for the day.” The list that Mr. Gray gave me was at least three pages long. “How am I supposed to get all of this done today? Everything on this has to get done today?” “Ms. Samore, I assure you that if you do not complete everything on this list today, you don't have to show up tomorrow.” Now that my anxiety is through the damn roof, I look at the list and try to categorize. I have all day right. It’s 11:00, and I am halfway done with my mini lists of this three-page monster.
By Destiny Smalls7 years ago in Filthy
How I Learned to Properly Play With Myself
Warnings: sexual activities and thoughts, kinks, nudity, Remus, swears, mild blood If you think about it, it's not really weird. After all, apart from aces and the innocent, who hasn't had arousing thoughts swarming in their heads? Maybe it was boredom that drew me to the idea, or was it loneliness? Maybe curiosity? Could it have been all of the above? What am I talking about? Well, let me explain.
By Monique Star7 years ago in Filthy
Personal Shopper
Emptying her gym bag for a third time, Riley muttered “fuck” under her breath as she realized she forgot to pack a bra. She had worn her sports bra under her athletic clothing to the gym with the intention of showering and getting ready after her work out and heading straight to work. All her work clothes were packed into her bag, expect a bra.
By Jo. Schmidt7 years ago in Filthy
