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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Marriage of a first date
After a long day at work, all I wanted to do was go home and relax. Right before I was about to clock out, my husband called me. He told me that there is a surprise coming my way. I started wondering what it could be. What could my husband have in store for me? On my drive home, all I could do was think if I missed any important dates. Maybe I forgot my anniversary or something. Nothing was coming to mind. So, what could he be doing for me?
Laura mcleanPublished 3 years ago in FilthyI Have A New Lover
I have a new lover. Well, by the end of the night I intend for him to be my lover. Do you remember the last time you had a new lover? Perhaps you can keep me company while I wait for him. Perhaps talking to you will calm my nerves. I spend too much time talking to myself.
How to Please a Goddess
The press of his feet vibrated through the Earth. He walked carefully, aware of his surroundings. A shiver of desire travelled Etain’s spine as she caught his scent on the wind and she wondered how his bare skin would feel beneath her lips.
Heather KinnanePublished 3 years ago in FilthyBackdoor Only
Hiding behind the curtains, Vinita peeked out of the window. That man standing outside would never be hers, she knew that.
Loren TeesePublished 3 years ago in FilthyThe Weaver
Prologue "Father, we have to do something. The entire pantheon grows weaker each year. So few follow the old gods. We get almost no prayers. No one believes, no one remembers,” Erato said, her voice heavy with passion.
Lillian YeungPublished 3 years ago in FilthyNew Experiences, New You
“New year, new you, new experiences,” the advertisement read. Paula usually ignored the junk mail she received, but her body hummed with interest as she held the paper.
Asrai DevinPublished 3 years ago in FilthyDoing It Country Style
Lindsey sat on the side of the road with the door open, trying to let the cooler air in the car. What kind of rental car overheated?
Kate BriggsPublished 3 years ago in FilthyOops I sent my teacher the wrong file 🙊
Back in my High School year, I got accepted as a softmore at 18 years of age, fresh and legal. Just a few months after I left my native country. I always dressed real nice and was very good at math, especially at Algebra 1 , 2 , Geometry, and a little bit of Chemistry. Ms Bertha, my fine teacher used to treat me differently compare to the other students.
Horny Mumma
Bronte admired her figure in the bathroom’s full length mirror. The maternity lingerie supported her full breasts, already producing the colostrum ready for her baby’s imminent arrival into the world. The underwear wrapped around her buttocks and lower tummy comfortably. The set made Bronte feel even more the amazing goddess than she had felt already. The first few months had been difficult as morning sickness and constant fatigue wracked her body, making anything other than sleeping difficult; but since the beginning of that magical second trimester Bronte had felt an energy and glow about herself, a sense of awe at the amazing ability of her body to create life. And to her husband’s pleasure, her libido had increased when so many warned it would fade.
Heather KinnanePublished 3 years ago in FilthyDirty to sexy then fancy for one night
"Hey Mac, have you got any green?" I asked my drug dealer over the phone. "Nah, I've moved away, but my sister Shae is selling instead, I'll send you her number." Mac replied.
Bath Date
The water was warm around Sasha’s body. She sighed, inhaling the rose scented steam escaping from the bubbles. She listened for the crunch of tyres on gravel, a key turned in a lock, familiar footsteps across the floorboards. He was late… or perhaps she was early. She shrugged. She couldn’t remember exactly whether she’d said 7 or 7:30, but once the tub was full of bubbles she hadn’t wanted to waste them, waiting only long enough to pour two glasses of bubbles of the alcoholic variety before removing her clothes and sliding into the luxuriating warmth.
Heather KinnanePublished 3 years ago in FilthyThe Two
They had been circling the room opposite each other, briefly caught up in conversations with acquaintances they knew through friends of friends. The night ended quickly when one of the gala's patrons had imbibed just enough of his favorite bourbon and ended up wearing the punch bowl. Luckily he had laughed it off and headed for the door, followed closely by a few others which instigated a mass migration toward the door and their cars. The two individuals that never stood in one spot for long were the only two left, both standing on the stone steps just outside the front door of the museum. With a glance and a nod they retreated into the museum, locking the doors behind them.