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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Power Play
“I really need to dust in here,” she thought as she kept her face shoved up against the wall as he had instructed her to. He was doing all the right things; biting her neck, pinching her nipples in the spectacularly soft and then sharp way he does, teasing her cunt over her panties in a way that usually drives her insane. However, for some reason, it just was not doing what she needed it to. She needed to feel possessed; she needed her full attention to be on what he was doing to her body and everything she wanted to do to his when he unpinned her arms and gave her the chance. But all she could think about was dusting her kitchen; her body was responding the way it was supposed to but her mind couldn’t think about anything except if she had remembered to get new Swiffer pads.
By Leah Savage9 years ago in Filthy
Zephyr The Vandal Part 3
Daedalus and Penance Mission: Tame the Ego Rumael unbuttoned his support tunic, dropped the upper half of his formal robes, and faced the door in spite of my ogling at his improved physique. The last time we saw each other he had the moderately fit body of an athlete in training. This night he effortlessly personified muscular perfection for his height. Both his arms lifted above his head and pushed the cast iron doors apart as if they were pillows. I watched the major and minor muscle systems of his arms connect to his near herculean shoulders and back; a chiseled embodiment of pure, animalistic male sexuality. Rumael stood between the doors and held them open with flawless symmetry, leaving enough space for me to slip underneath either side and make my dramatically sensual entrance. Zephyr the Vandal, fingers wrapping into Rumael’s waistband to use the living statue as leverage, breasts sandwiching and squeezing against his torso, stepped into the chamber interior to get a good look at what was ahead. There were no less than ten women fawning over, tasting, serving, and whispering honey dipped words to Baron Daedalus. Their chattering sounded like excited children, their moans sopping with sensuous vibrato whether feigned or genuine.
By Shadowstar Boxer9 years ago in Filthy
Night Routine
I hope it never stops. In the middle of a warm night, my partner loves to tease. As I gently roll over, his broad shoulders gently slip between my legs, leading his head to my warmth. Removing my panties, in the most gentle of tasks. I slowly wake, to the sensation of pleasure in the middle of my thighs, I gasp uncontrollably. Trying to grip any air that has been stolen from my chest, as he continues to attend to my quivering body parts. Adding his fingers to the mix, he slowly slips two inside me. Moving them to perfectly hit my g-spot.
By Messy Buns & Too Much Coffee9 years ago in Filthy
Halloween Carnival Series: The Bone Keeper
I was ready to curl up with a good horror novel and some ginger tea but the loud sound of glass breaking caused me to pause my nightly routine and head downstairs. Turning on the lights, I searched every room until I found the broken window, the wind blowing through the small hole in the bay window in the living room. I sighed with contempt, and bent over to pick up the rock someone had thrown through my window.
By Sharlene Alba9 years ago in Filthy
Live and Let Bone
Chester strolled along the beach; it had been a long mission and his feet were glad for the warm sand and cool waves. He swiftly scooped his dark hair up into a ponytail and smiled at the two blondes checking him out at the bar. One of them winked and he was about to head over when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He stopped abruptly as a chill ran over him, something must have gone wrong with the mission. Slowly, Chester lifted the phone to his ear, “Hello?”
By Mary Manson9 years ago in Filthy
Please More Pleasure Baby and Don't Stop
I know it was wrong, I'm sure it was wrong to think of him like I am when he's standing across the hall from me with his woman latched onto his arm. It was fine, sooner or later she'll let him go and I'll scope him away for myself, just a little bit. I'll give him back, this time anyways.
By Paige Kostyniuk9 years ago in Filthy
Dance Studio Heat
6pm Friday night. The rest of the interns are gone and I can now finally have this classroom become what it really is. I pulled off my slacks to reveal my comfortable, nude tights and unbuttoned my shirt to stay in just a white tank. I slipped out from my black flats to put on my pink dance slippers and tie them up the ankles. Point, flex, point, flex.
By Aurea Gonzalez9 years ago in Filthy
Becoming Daddy's Girl
Selene sat in her seat listening to the lecture, or so it appeared, like any good little girl should. Her left hand was resting on her cheek with her elbow on the desk as the teacher droned on about the newest equations and how to figure them out. Inventories; how to keep track of the products that needed ordering, how many sold, and how to figure what the estimated profit should be.
By January Greene9 years ago in Filthy
Subject of MisTranslation (Pt 1)
Upon arrival to the auction, the slave trader walked me in collar and leash, with only a robe to cover my nakedness. I was not ashamed, it just felt so odd not having my usual clothes, but then again, I hadn’t been wearing clothes for a month now so it really couldn’t be that different. Master (slave trader), led me to the center of the warehouse where he had set up the “stage” for my display, the stand with my new and only outfit, and the booths for the potential buyers to relax in privacy with a full view of me until the auction was complete. Master removed the robe, and told me to kneel; I did so immediately. Sitting on my knees, hand turned up on my thighs, knees spread fairly far apart, back straight, chin up, and eyes down. I waited for everyone to arrive and my auction to begin. About fifteen minutes later, the first Buyer was escorted in and shown to his booth, approximately five minutes later the next buyer was shown in and so on until all six buyers had been seated. The booths were soundproof, with a microphone which was connected to Master’s headset for communication.
By Amanda Tucker9 years ago in Filthy
Royally Flushed
The king had never looked at me with anything but indifference. In fact, his eyes had never met mine until now. My service was to clean his chambers and tend to his wife. But tonight, his eyes were laid upon me with a fierceness I knew not what to do with. His eyes were whiskey-colored, the kind that all the women in the village squirmed underneath their petticoats for. And now it was my turn to feel the king's burning gaze upon my flushed cheeks.
By Sharlene Alba9 years ago in Filthy
