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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
ROLLING THUNDER
I’m working late if a person can call it work because I love what I do. Not everyone has that luxury, they have to do whatever it takes to keep the wolf from the door. It’s thundering and raining outside but I’ve got the music cranked so loud all I can hear is Steppenwolf’s 'Born to be Wild' blasting through my sign shop. I don’t letter many signs. I’m known more for pinstriping and airbrushing graphics on vehicles, motorcycles being my favorite. I don’t know what it is but when I’m laying a thin stripe of enamel paint on a motorcycle gas tank, that long narrow brush almost feels like my finger tracing the contours of a woman’s big breast, gets me downright excited. And that’s what I’m doing right now, finishing up pinstriping a flame job on a Harley Davidson gas tank. Besides the blaring music, I’m also enjoying a bottle of cold beer. Not sure how many I’ve had since I started working on the gas tank today but judging by the empties lying around, I’d say this is probably about a fifteen or sixteen beer job. I’ve been told I have a drinking problem but as odd as it seems, as drunk as I get, my hand is still as steady as a rock and what’s really amazing and I have no idea why, I don’t get hangovers. Feel a little fuzzy the next day, that’s all, until I pop the cap on a bottle of brew and knock it back.
By Len Sherman3 years ago in Filthy
My Sweet Blade
I could feel him coming, like an invisible wave of heat and longing. Our connection pulled low at my belly, languid and piercing. I sipped on the whiskey, feeling nothing but him. It was strange to me, being alone for so long, being so careful not to have any connections, to crave another so.
By A.N.Tipton3 years ago in Filthy
TALES of ANARCHY
PRELUDE Demons, the citizens of the hellish underworld, have always wanted to live in the sunlight, to be free to feed on, possess, and enslave mankind, yet were often attacked and even killed by their celestial realm dwelling kinfolk, Dragons.
By Derrick Anthony Strong3 years ago in Filthy
Bette On It: Weird Adolescence
WARNING: Depicts graphic sex Senior Year 2003-2004 Bette was sad to miss the first day of school. She spent the morning getting discharged from the hospital and picking up prescriptions with John. She looked through the other mail that her parents didn't bring to her including her class schedule. Now that she was a senior, she had nearly all her required credits to graduate. She had to take enough classes to make her transcript look good and she could take a couple interesting classes and arrange to not have a last class period again like she had last year. She didn't need to take a math or science. She was required to take Government 12, and for her English class, she choose the creative writing course. Everything else was open. She signed up for psychology and sociology which were each a semester course. She signed up for the life skills class that spent half the year teaching them to cook and the other half of the year teaching taxes, budgeting, resume building, and other things she would actually need to know after graduating. She also signed up for photography. She was never artistic with her hands, but she knew what she thought was beautiful, and she hoped she would learn how to better capture it.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Filthy
Leap of Faith
It was New Year's Eve she sat in her chair and thought about him. After knowing him for years their feelings had grown into a burning desire of love. She felt he was the one for her. She had never felt the way she did with him safe, loved, protected and most of all wanted. Over the last 3 months they had begun talking more than the casual greetings and communications. Over the years of seeing him once every four weeks for his hair cut and hair removal, they had developed a strong friendship. She knew he didn’t know her whole story of her past and present relationships and was very uncertain if he would even want anything to do with her if and when he found out. You see she had really been in a bad place in her life and had married for the wrong reasons almost like a punishment to herself for her bad decisions in her past. She had been down and out, homeless and done things she wasn’t proud of during that time. He of course had no idea of any of this but knew he enjoyed seeing her over the years and felt a very special sense of connection to her. He himself had not been such an angel and had been in relationships that he really didn’t want to be in but really had no better option.
By timothy w davis3 years ago in Filthy
Maid for Pleasure
Arriving home from a long day at work, Thomas grabbed a drink out of the fridge and headed upstairs to jump in the shower and relax for the rest of the evening. Body aching but smelling the smell of clean in the air, remembering that his housekeeper had cleaned the house that day! It was music to his eyes and nose! He smiled as he continued upstairs to his bedroom when he began to hear soft moans coming from his bedroom.
By More Than Words3 years ago in Filthy
Man of My Dreams
He looked at me, his eyes were locked on me like I was the only one in the room. A gaze so intense that it made me weak I had waited for this moment longer than I could remember, longing for him to look at me that way. Like I was his salvation, the only way he could continue to exist. I had imagined, dreamt, longed for him to see me as more than a friend. To have him desire and touch me. I wanted to completely surrender to the voices I’d been hearing in my head since the day I first saw him. My inner being was willing him to me.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Filthy