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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Mina’s Mate
I saw a fox last night.’ Oscar sipped his coffee. ‘Oh?’ Mina continued wiping down the bench as though she didn’t know anything about it.
Heather KinnanePublished 2 years ago in FilthyA Fantasy Come True
His hands were warm on her waist, sending a tingle across her skin. She held his gaze, her heart jolting at the affection clear in his eyes.
Heather KinnanePublished 2 years ago in FilthyRandy's Rendezvous II
Friday had finally arrived. Randy picked Lisa up at her place. He was in his usual jeans and button down. Lisa had chosen a cute little red dress with a v-neck that accentuated her gorgeous breasts. It came to the top of her knees, but when she moved just right you could see that her tights were actually black lace stockings that were held up by a garter belt.
Karen LaRuePublished 2 years ago in FilthyHer Breath
I laid across from her, watching her laboured breath rise and fall. The stark sheet lay like a fresh canvas between the both of us. My eyes stared into her hollow cheeks and now sallow skin. My mind wondered to all those times when we had been close, but never close enough. All those opportunities, awkward drinks in the pub, not watching the other undress in the gym. All those moments, those terrible drawn out moments that sometimes last an entire lifetime, kept secret in your heart, wrapped up for fear of rejection. Each moment now I waited between her breaths in one two three hold - where are you? who are you ? where are you now? that moment and now each and every one I hold as if it were all our moments tied together in a long swirling kite tail of yesterdays. In the hot springs in Iceland, at the summit of Matchu Pitchu, flying free on the back of your motorbike. I watch as a trickle of sweat forms a small rivulet down the narrow inlet of your back. I want to lick it off. I want to crawl over to you and press my naked body into yours, my breasts absorbing your moisture as a blanket, a cushion as a part of you. I want to lay behind you and cradle your fragility enveloping your fragile form, my fingers softly rubbing your pierced nipples. I want your eyes to open with burning desire even if no words are ever spoken and I am nothing but a dream to you. Yours eyes would flicker softly, slowly bringing me into focus. Cat like and purposeful, you have me. You finally have me and I am all you have ever desired. Holding my gaze, you become the tiger I
Pixie WilloPublished 2 years ago in FilthyMagic for the Millionaire
He watched her as she left the ballroom and ascended the stairs. She glanced toward the dance floor, then turned away with the slightest smile on her lips. She’d worked hard to put everything together for the event. He knew she considered herself just another member of his staff. The truth was he’d been looking at her far differently for years.
Kate BenoitPublished 2 years ago in FilthyKitsune
The fox ran through the men’s camp, nose twitching. Someone here smelt good, and she was keen to find him. She avoided the men sitting around the campfire, several beers in, reeking of alcohol and sweat.
Heather KinnanePublished 2 years ago in FilthyThe Ecstasy and the Agony
Author's Note: Within this chapter, the main character, Claire, reads a book of poetry. The poem that she reads in the book is not a poem written by me. Instead, it is written by a fellow Vocal author, Colleen Millsteed. The poem, "She Welcomes the Darkness While Wandering the Destructive Halls of Hell", is used with her express permission. Her creativity deserves the honor of recognition. Thank you, Colleen!
Anthony StaufferPublished 2 years ago in FilthyHard against the Wall
Soraya felt his gaze on her from across the crowded market. She paused at a stall, picked up something from the table and pretended to examine it.
Heather KinnanePublished 2 years ago in FilthyDevilish: Chapter II
I stared back at Lucifer, contemplating slamming the door in his smug face. "I'm sorry, but you're probably searching for the more "excitable" apartments. Try next door," I said sternly as I began to close the door on him.
Juniper WoodstonePublished 2 years ago in FilthyWhitney's Wild Night
Whitney sighed. She hadn't ever been to a party like this before. "They" would call her a slut, but you know what? She was a slut, and she was going to do everything in her power to prove it. She was fixing to get plenty of opportunities to do just that.
Karen LaRuePublished 2 years ago in FilthyAuto Erotica
He's 6'3” with a big cock. I'm 5'3” with a big butt. I'm truly amazed that he managed to fuck me in the front seat of his car. Austin booty-called me at 3:am and since neither of us could host, we decided to meet in a dark parking lot for some vehicular shenanigans. This was our second encounter; the first time was him hosting at his place whilst the family (parents, not wife and kids) was away. We were ensconced in shabby chic, complete with cabbage roses, Victorian knick-knacks, and family photos in tarnished silver frames. We fucked on a comfy white chaise longue upon which I would've someday loved to nap.
The Great Rite
The mud on her skin had dried, cracks spreading across the spirals painted on her body. With the smoke of fire and incense now faded, she slid off the stag she had ridden through the ceremony, the painted whorls on his fur crumbling to dust.
Heather KinnanePublished 2 years ago in Filthy