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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.

Apparently, Gen Z are having less sex than ever — here’s why
Last year, a study exploring the sex lives and habits of Gen Z delivered some unexpected findings. Contrary to popular belief, many teenagers and adults in their early twenties reported surprisingly lacklustre sex lives.
By Venu2 years ago in Filthy
Room For Rent Chapter One: Rental Agreement
“I like it,” I smiled as I sat down with Natasha and Molly. “I am glad you do,” Molly said. “We hated the idea of putting the ad online and getting some creeps!”
By Alexander Martin2 years ago in Filthy
Massaging Mother . Content Warning.
Maya and her husband, Raj, were involved in a minor car accident. Fortunately, neither was seriously injured. Raj walked away unscathed, but Maya complained of neck and back pain. Concerned, Raj took her to their family doctor, who prescribed painkillers and recommended professional massages to ease her discomfort.
By Chahat2 years ago in Filthy
Chores and Care: A Daddy's Gentle Guidance. Content Warning.
Amber did not want to clean the bathroom, match socks, or any of the chores Daddy instructed her to complete before playtime.
By Asrai Devin2 years ago in Filthy
Indian Wife Becomes a Mistress. Content Warning.
My name is Priya Sharma. I am a 32-year-old homemaker living in Delhi, India, with my husband, Rajesh Sharma. Rajesh and I have known each other since our school days, as we grew up in the same area. Our friendship blossomed into love during college, and we tied the knot after completing our studies. We have two children—a six-year-old son and a baby daughter, who is just four months old. Life was peaceful and fulfilling until a recent incident turned our world upside down.
By Chahat2 years ago in Filthy
Exceptional Circumstance Part One: Sharing A Cab
“I am so sorry,” the lady said as she got in the same taxi as me. “It happens,” I smiled. “Well?” the driver said. “I am going downtown,” she smiled, pulling the hair from her face.
By Alexander Martin2 years ago in Filthy
Bride To Be Part One: Cold Feet
“Can you go talk to her?” the maid of honor asked. “Me?” I responded. “You’ve known Torrie for a while, right?” she asked.
By Alexander Martin2 years ago in Filthy
Forbidden Desire
The rain softly pattered against the window as Sofia watched each drop race down the glass. The mansion was silent, enveloped in gentle shadows that danced in the glow of a steadily burning fireplace.
By A.short stories2 years ago in Filthy
Love Thoughts
I watch and my brain explodes with horniness and excitement. I watch her hand tease her pussy. “I’d be lying if I said no. That’s so hot. Keep doing that.” I take photo after photo of you touching your pussy even more. “Why don’t we go extreme? Properly break the internet with it. You’re still seen as a sort of Disney girl. Disney girls don’t suck dick but you do. Sorry if that’s too vulgar an idea.” I try and sound polite but it really doesn’t work when my cock is literally pulsing in my trousers.
By Forest Green2 years ago in Filthy
Submerged Desire. Content Warning.
The apartment was a testament to opulence, a place where luxury draped every corner, and the air held a subtle hint of vanilla and jasmine. Anna, was the mistress of this domain, a woman in her prime, her attire a blend of professional elegance and subtle seduction—a blouse that hinted at the curves beneath, a skirt that swayed with my every movement, and glossy brown pantyhose that sheathed her legs, culminating in heels that clicked authoritatively on the marble floor.
By Thunderball2 years ago in Filthy
The Shadow in the Night
The night was cold when Laura stepped out of the taxi in front of the old mansion. The full moon illuminated the stone façade, highlighting the thick columns and arched windows.
By A.short stories2 years ago in Filthy
Under the Moonlit Veil
The gentle wind whispered through the slightly open windows, carrying with it the fresh aroma of the night. In a dimly lit room, bathed in the soft glow of a bedside lamp, Marina sat at the edge of her bed, her eyes fixed on the trembling flame of a candle that cast a warm, golden light around her.
By A.short stories2 years ago in Filthy