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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
The Longer you Wait...
"You know what would be a giggle?" proposed my friend, when she and I had been having a little fun in my bedroom one Sunday afternoon. Something of mine was very prominent because of the fun, and she rested the end of one forefinger on the very tip.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Filthy
Sexy Librarian
You can read the first story in this series and see what pleasures Gen granted herself before she had dinner. Gen licked her fingers after she ate dinner, she even scraped a bit of the sauce in the pan that she had already out in the sink to wash. She had scratched two itches already, she thought as she had had a quickie when she came home from work and had cooked as well. The fragrant scent of rose hibiscus dish detergent rose up and filled her kitchen. She walked out of the kitchen barefoot and sat behind her desk getting on her glossy MacBook. Her tech colleague recommended that she get a Mac — she had always been a PC person. It was that small thing that he suggested that changed how she approached technology. She liked the novelty of learning new things on the Mac.
By F. Leonora Solomon2 years ago in Filthy
Rockstar Mania: A Rockstar Saga Excerpt
Chapter 1 In Portland, Oregon many great singers are discovered this happened to my best friend Andy Avalon. I wake up early in the morning, automatically pulling my phone from the charging outlet heading to the bathroom. The sound of music in the background I played his lately album Heart First all night. His voice sooths me, like a mom singing to a newborn. When I get up from the toilet flushing I stand up taking a few brief steps to wash my hands. After which I turn off the sink knob yawning as I dry my hands.
By Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)2 years ago in Filthy
Sunday Morning Orgasm
I woke early that morning, around 4, and went downstairs to make coffee, finish some dishes, and then go outside. R.S. was sound asleep; I knew he wouldn’t even know I had gotten up. My outfit consisted of big boots, underwear, and three hoodies, and as I walked toward the mailbox, hearing the gravel crunch under my feet, I breathed in the chilly 38-degree air, immediately glad I was out there. I loved early morning exercise; it got my blood flowing and cleared the gunk from my head. I allowed thoughts to pass by without giving them too much attention and opened myself up to the possibility of all good coming along for today.
By Shannon Marie Lemire2 years ago in Filthy
Secrets, Love & Lust — A Book I Couldn’t Put Down
TW: Mentions of drugs, sex work, fetishes. A life veering out of control “Take your pill, and everything will be all right.” So starts Amelia’s story from In My Secret Life by Amy Bleu. And while Amelia needs to swallow a hard pill to get on the plane ride that opens the book, the reader will not — this novel is a masterful tale that takes a deep dive into the darker side of adult modeling and sex work, as well as the redemptive quality of love.
By Alison McBain2 years ago in Filthy