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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Week 1 (Days 1-7)
DAY 1 It was late, and I did not need the clock to tell me that. My earphones played the song I was hooked on in a loop. It had been a few hours and I was getting the itch to switch to something different as it felt more like one long never ending song, as opposed to a song on a loop. It took me hours, but I finally figured out that it was a hardware problem and not a software problem. In hindsight all those early hours troubleshooting programs was worth it just to be sure, though that did not help make me feel better. At this point I made a list of all the components that I needed to change, took a shower, and went to bed.
By Come Again7 years ago in Filthy
Day 6
It had been less than a week, and somehow, I could feel myself changing somewhat already. I have not been feeling as lonely as I had been feeling in the past, and as I was laying on the bed holding onto Violet, there was a sense of contentment within me that I had not felt in years. I was growing attached to her in a way I thought that I could only do so with another human. I looked at her, stroking her hair as I kissed her forehead, following which I held her tighter in my embrace. As I remained here, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep once more, despite it having already being ten in the morning.
By Come Again7 years ago in Filthy
Curse of the Moon
BEAU I needed help. I mean that more than in a business sense. I needed help with what happens to me, the thing that no one knows about. So I made my butler Grey make an appointment to interview a new personal assistant. “We have 42 interviews today, sir.” I swear it went on all day. All of them looked the same sounded the same.
By Destiny Smalls7 years ago in Filthy
Tommy’s Tiny Problem
One day as Tommy was on his way to work, he noticed a beautiful young woman sitting in the car next to him. He thought that she was beautiful and even a little sexy. His mind began to wander sexual thoughts until the streetlight turned green and she pulled away never to be seen again by Tommy. It hurt his feelings somewhat because he was a twenty-nine-year-old man who has never once kissed a girl or even had sex. Yes, Tommy was a virgin, but not by choice.
By Brandi Payne7 years ago in Filthy
The Impressive Professor
Angie was a college professor that had a way of teaching her college students and keeping their attention in class. She always came to class wearing provocative clothing that was either too short or too low-cut in the front. Most of her students were young men looking to get an A in her class but always had a hard time paying attention, so she began this ritual of learning which worked out great.
By Brandi Payne7 years ago in Filthy
Talia’s New Delivery
One day while Talia was working, she received a dozen long-stemmed red roses while at work. It concerned her, but she was still happy to receive them. She looked at the card that came with them, but it had no name attached, so Talia had a secret admirer. She began looking at every man around here and wondering who it could be who sent them.
By Brandi Payne7 years ago in Filthy
Sultry Moments (Luke) (Part 1)
He woke up with a headache and a bad taste in his mouth; he tasted a metallic metal on his tongue. He was still dazed and everything seemed foggy, his eyes could not focus; it must have been from all the liquor he was drinking last night. It was dark and drafty, and he felt his stomach pressed against some type of cushion. His shirt was off because he could feel the cushion press against his flesh. He tried to move his arms; he felt a cold shackle around his wrist and feet. He panicked. How on earth was he shackled and pressed to something? Why was it dark? He called out and no one answered. He must have been in this place since last night.
By DALIL1NE MINION7 years ago in Filthy
Unbidden
Anna heard voices at the end of the hall and paused. The door to Stefan’s studio remained open a crack. A sliver of flickering lamplight drew a line across the Persian rug and made a sharp angle as it ran up the wall. A low, breathy laugh leaked through the crack that most certainly belonged to a woman.
By Sarah Blair7 years ago in Filthy
They're Not Tits!
She was not my girlfriend. I really didn’t want her to be. I was done raising my kids and she had five or six of them under the age of fourteen. I liked her company though, so I hung out with her whenever I could. She was an artist and a damned good one. I would sit and watch her paint, sometimes playing piano quietly in the background. She liked that. She said it relaxed her and helped her do her best work. I loved her energy and was always happy just to be in the same room as her.
By Tim Ellerbe II7 years ago in Filthy
