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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Sensual Sunrise
As I stood next to her, watching the sun slowly rise over the horizon, I couldn't help but feel a sense of erotic tension between us. Her body was pressed up against mine, the warmth of her skin sending shivers down my spine. I could feel her breath on my neck, her soft moans as she watched the colors of the sky change before us.
By S McCellonabout a year ago in Filthy
Discovering a New Wavelength to Pleasure
Discovering a new wavelength of pleasure Derick Sterling “Don’t be late, you both have been burning the candles at both ends and I need your 4 hands tomorrow around the boat” said the captain as she put the last of the dishes into the sink.
By Derick Sinclarabout a year ago in Filthy
The art of self-reflection in relationships
Self-reflection is the process of examining one's thoughts, feelings, and behaviors with a view to gaining insight and understanding. In the context of relationships, self-reflection can be a powerful tool for improving communication, resolving conflicts, and deepening intimacy. In this article, we will explore the art of self-reflection in relationships and provide strategies for cultivating self-awareness and using it to strengthen our connections with others.
By Rajveer Digital Marketerabout a year ago in Filthy
Christmas festival celebration
The Christmas season has arrived by and by, and what preferred method for praising it over by going to the absolute best Christmas celebrations all over the planet? With such countless choices to browse, concluding which can overpower
By vinoth kumarabout a year ago in Filthy
Silent Scream
Read the previous story in which Gen blacked out... Kevin was by her side on the couch, the same way he had been when she had fainted in front of the cafe. He had insisted that he take her home and she tried to assure him that he did not have to, but she secretly did not mind that he was with her because she was shaky. Sitting on the couch now, she squeezed his hand tightly for support.
By F. Leonora Solomonabout a year ago in Filthy
The evening Star
Everynight at midnight the purple clouds come out to play with the blushing sky. This was the image that guided my life. One I confronted boldly, without fear of what others would think of me. I was good and I knew it. I I was the Queen of the Night , Venus, a Goddess of Sexual Love, a maker of wisdom.
By Ellen Moyerabout a year ago in Filthy