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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Auto 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 FilthyA Wish Come True
The meeting started just any other. He made coffee as she spread her books out across the table. They sat together, her at the head of the table, he on one side, close enough that elbows and knees bumped and her hands accidentally-on-purpose brushed his.
Heather KinnanePublished 2 years ago in FilthySeducing Her New Workmate
Suzanne felt light as a feather as she strode through the doors to her office building. The place had a slight musty smell to it, which made sense after being empty for so long, but that couldn’t quell Suzanne’s enthusiasm for being back at work, after so long working from home.
Heather KinnanePublished 2 years ago in FilthySnowbound Babysitter
The next day went well. Me and Greg both bathed together before the girls got up. We were both going on about two hours sleep but somehow, I did not feel sleepy at all. We were buried in snow. The road had not even been plowed yet and it was near noon now. We spent the day with the girls watching some movies and playing some board games and listening to music.
Soul Mates
Dana recognised Aspen the moment she laid eyes on him. It didn't matter that his appearance in this life was different to the last, she'd recognise him anywhere.
Heather KinnanePublished 2 years ago in FilthyElla's Adventures
Night Two Ella rolled over to turn off her alarm when it sounded. Stretching her sore over used muscles smiling as the memories of the night before came back. Climbing out of the bed with a long deep sigh Ella walked to the bathroom to get ready for the night. She showered slowly, rubbing the bodywash over her skin, kneading and playing with her tits pinching her nipples to make herself gasp. Sliding slowly down her middle, curving over her hips to massage the suds into her still tender ass. Sliding her hands back to the front she fingered her pussy, working the slippery folds until she came soft and slow. Gasping she finished washing and stepped out of the shower. Letting her skin air dry Ella pinned her hair up and did her makeup before lathering her body in scented cream.
Marie RossPublished 2 years ago in FilthyA One Night Stand Turns Into More
I knew it was only going to be a one night stand. Julian was from another city, here for work, flying home the next day. I was from a smaller town nearby, staying at the hotel so I could make my own early morning flight for my own work conference.
Heather KinnanePublished 2 years ago in FilthyFirst Time With an Older Man
He’s a little older than my husband, has a few more grey hairs, some wrinkles around his eyes that deepen when he smiles. But his eyes are kind, as is his smile, and when his fingers brush mine my heart sings.
Heather KinnanePublished 2 years ago in FilthyStacy’s One-Night Stand for Three
“Are you a magician? Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears.” Stacy turned to see the guy she’d been eyeing off across the bar had finally summoned the courage to come over and talk to her.
Heather KinnanePublished 2 years ago in FilthyElla's Adventures
Night one Ella stared out of the windows of her room at the flamingo hotel in Vegas. It hadn’t been a long trip, but it had been an early one. It was only ten in the morning, and all she wanted to do was sleep to get rid of this weight she had been carrying with her. Sighing a heavy sigh, she shut the curtains to the bustling strip below. Setting her phone alarm for early evening, she striped off her clothes and crawled into the king-sized bed, falling into a blissful sleep.
Marie RossPublished 2 years ago in FilthyDance of the Golden Tomb
Father Labolas ushered me in from the cold and helped to remove my coat. I attempted to show him the pleasure I absorbed in the act, but he took no notice.
Colin SallingerPublished 2 years ago in Filthy