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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Love Thoughts. Content Warning.
She walked into the room with her hair blowing from the breeze behind her. The thin fabric of her dress clung to her curves, outlining every inch of her body as she moved closer. Her nipples pressed hard against the material, visible through the sheer cloth. She stopped right in front of you, eyes locked on yours, then reached down and grabbed your cock through your pants, squeezing firmly.
By Forest Green4 months ago in Filthy
Jackson
Scandinavia, 1560 Who was this unique mysterious man that Judith saw on the ship? Judith stared in awe at the man on the ship, who seemed to notice her as well, standing on the captains deck staring down at her. He had a cocky expression on his face that made her blood run hot. She was overwhelmed with passion. Consumed with lust. She was warned about the dangers of pirates but couldn't help but look at this one. She was definiately consummed with passion and had fallen in love. Or maybe it was just lust. She didn't know.
By Danielle Mosley4 months ago in Filthy
Bleacher Bliss
A gasp escaped Brooke's lips, half surprise, half undeniable desire. It was even more impressive than she’d imagined, a bold, magnificent statement of his readiness. Her gaze, wide and hungry, travelled from the dark blonde hair at its base, along its impressive length, to the swollen tip. A tremor ran through her entire body, a delicious heat blossoming deep within her.
By Forest Green4 months ago in Filthy
Bleacher Bliss
The afternoon sun, usually a welcome guest, felt like a spotlight on Brooke as she juggled the soccer ball. Sweat beaded on her forehead, but it was the shared beer, smuggled in cleverly disguised water bottles, that truly warmed her. Their co-ed league games were always more about the camaraderie and the post-match banter than the actual scores. Mark, her long-time friend and occasional flirtation, was a whirlwind of energy on the field, his competitive spirit both endearing and slightly infuriating.
By Forest Green4 months ago in Filthy
Elevator Moments
The hum of the elevator was a familiar background noise for Emma and Lily as they stood close together. They had spent another evening at their favorite city bar, laughter echoing over shared stories and glasses of wine. The air inside the elevator was a mix of their perfumes, warm and inviting, wrapping around them like an embrace.
By Forest Green4 months ago in Filthy
Once Lost Under the Mediterranean Sun
The Mediterranean sun poured over the terracotta rooftops of the villa, casting playful shadows through bougainvillea-draped arches. The air was thick with the scent of salt and jasmine, whispering secrets of sunlit escapades. Inside the sprawling villa, Emily and Mark surveyed the familiar landscape of their past, a shared holiday home nestled on the coast, basking in memories of summers long gone.
By Forest Green4 months ago in Filthy
Ripples of Desire
It was a quiet Thursday evening in the laundromat, the hum of machines blending with the gentle rustle of dryers. The air was tinged with the clean scent of detergent and softener, creating an oddly comforting atmosphere. Two women, neighbors but barely more than acquaintances, found themselves sharing the space.
By Forest Green4 months ago in Filthy
Across the Mats
The scent of rubber and exertion filled the air as the bustling gym roared around them. Eric operated the chest press machine with practiced ease, feeling the satisfying burn of muscle under skin. Nearby, Sophie, his enigmatic colleague, stretched gracefully on a yoga mat. Sunlight filtering through tall windows caught on her auburn hair, highlighting the depth of their often playful — and sometimes heated — conversations.
By Forest Green4 months ago in Filthy
Red Night
It is the third time i meeting him I know my dress has something that will hold his eyes, and I think this is what I want. I have never fallen for a guy this hard from over a decade. I'm going to be 30 this year and last time I have fallen with a man with this good physique was when I was 19 i never slept with that one but you i totally regret that thing. With this man things are little different he is almost 4 years older than me a subtle greyness of his eyes always makes me fall for him a little more. He has great shoulders and a sharp neckline and that is something that attracts the most in him. We are meating at my place today the dinner and I both are ready i have shifted all my bedroom stuff so if things get initiated I have the right place for it.
By Vaishnavi Mishra4 months ago in Filthy
