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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
A Surprise Lover for All Hallows
Whitney slunk away from the party. The music was too loud, the lights too bright, the people too much. Though she loved dancing, she’d felt claustrophobic trapped amongst the horde of writhing sweating bodies, all bumping up against her as they moved around the dance floor.
By Heather Kinnane2 years ago in Filthy
Trope Tripe
In true Woke tradition, a trigger warning is appropriate for this piece. Trigger Warning The following material contains words that will be extremely offensive to some, involving homophobia, transphobia, fat shaming, racial stereotyping, body dysmorphia, disablement, implied sexual practices, cultural appropriation and paedophilia by association. If any of the above are likely to infringe upon your personal liberties, rights and sensitivities when reading them … grow up for Christ’s sake! To the rest of us it’s just good old fashioned fun. Nobody dies. God Almighty!
By Malcolm Twigg2 years ago in Filthy
Sting in The Tail
There are environmental activists, and there are environmental activists. And then there was Sid Smith. Sid was more of your actual tree hugger. In fact there was one tree deep in the forest that used to be Sid's favourite. That it had a conveniently placed knot hole was quite by the by and no-one's business but Sid's until a nest of wasps took up residence, unbeknown to him. Naturally, they took great exception at this brazen intrusion on their chaste privacy. When, after a few days, the swelling (and the barely controlled hilarity of the A & E Team) had subsided, Sid was a changed man in more ways than one. For instance, the mere sound of buzzing was liable to bring on an incipient attack of the hives and an instinctive shrinkage of the extremities in the nether regions that temporarily lent him the physical attributes of true gender fluidity. Which, for Sid, was an interesting condition given his predilection for the more extreme forms of sexual gratification. Not only that, the whole experience set him on the path to improve the lot of fellow introverted experimenters like himself.
By Malcolm Twigg2 years ago in Filthy
Adam & Vi (Bedroom)
The laughter escapes me when Adam's arms wrap around me in the Hallway and he gently moves me onto his shoulder. "Going somewhere?" He chuckles, as he grabs what meager ass I have, then gives it a few playful warm-up smacks and I gasp and feel my own toes clench at the sensations.
By Moonlit Sky.2 years ago in Filthy
On The Broken Road
Robert and Céline met Americans in Toronto, young men who had said “No” to the idea of going to die in Vietnam; Americans who played music, some of them who would one day become famous musicians in famous bands. They stayed for about a week getting to meet people and to get lost in the crowds. Bob was glad that he knew how to play well enough so as to not be laughed out of various jam sessions, especially when one of the groups he got to play with had already begun to be noticed in the recording industry. But this wasn’t what Robert and Céline needed, this time in Yorkville was just a rest stop. Seeing the drunks in Bloor Street Park, the stoned kids spaced out and sitting almost unaware of their bodies, told Robert that this wasn’t where he belonged. And Céline was beginning to draw darker images again. It was time to leave.
By Robert G Longpré2 years ago in Filthy
One Hot Halloween
Liane loves her figure hugging ‘sexy-witch’ costume. With a dab of bright red lipstick she’s been invincible all night, fully aware of the eyes watching her as she dances around the room. Especially Mason’s. She’s certain he’s never looked at her that way before. It’s the best confidence booster she’s ever had.
By Heather Kinnane2 years ago in Filthy
Devoured: Ressurection
As she stood staring into the dark rolling waves, she knew this was it, her last hope. A last-ditch attempt for liberation. She had tried to do things the right way. Endlessly working to better herself, to be the person they always wanted. The daughter her parents hoped for, the woman the man she loved had asked for. And the mother her son desperately deserved. He needed her most than any other, but sadly, it was hopeless. She was hopeless. No matter how hard she tried, she could not escape the demons of her past, so why try anymore? She was tired, so desperately tired.
By T.D. Chronicler2 years ago in Filthy
Sexy Snippets Vol 2
TEMPTATION When he came, he withdrew. She gloried every time in the warm, sticky cum that spurted over her abdomen and breasts. But for all the joy it gave her, there was sorrow too. She longed to be filled with his seed. To feel the warmth of his essence mingle with her own.
By Heather Kinnane2 years ago in Filthy
Three's a Party
Dinner had been eaten, wine drunk, dessert devoured. The conversation had been friendly and flirty, as Olivia attempted to get to know Mason and Connor. She always believed in fitting as many experiences into her life as she possibly could, and seizing opportunities as they arose, in case they never arose again. Mason and Connor were two men she’d picked up online, mates who were keen for a fuck and didn’t mind sharing.
By Heather Kinnane2 years ago in Filthy
What She Likes
He approaches from behind, slipping a blindfold over her eyes. She smiles. She knows it is him. She knows it from his smell; his aftershave barely covering his own musky scent, and his touch; the rough callous on his index finger that brushes across her forehead as he settles the blindfold in place.
By Heather Kinnane2 years ago in Filthy