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Sex Education
Sitting on my bedroom floor, I play with my dollies. I am six years old, and there is an entire universe unfolding before me. Barbie and Ken and what their life might become in this mansion perched upon pink plastic support beams. The Barbie Dream House.
Lindsay Rae BrownPublished 2 days ago in Filthy5 Books for People Craving A Smutty Fantasy
Like so many people, my heart belongs to the words on a page. If I’m not writing, you can find my nose in a good book. After all, how can I become a better writer without reading what I love?
Allison SchaferPublished 19 days ago in Filthy
Pull me closer...
Guided by the trembling of their body's embrace, they soon lock lips, and forget about the chase. Both minds immersed in an erotic whirlwind,
New York part II
I laid in bed thinking about the evening; how he made me feel. I ran over in my mind the things we said, the lines in his face, his beautiful smile, his contagious laugh. Then I caught myself smiling and giggling as each scene flashed in my mind. And it hit me; I was falling for this guy.
Delores RockettPublished 29 days ago in Filthy
Gone the Tides of Earth
Atop of the mattress, the nurse peered back at me over the shoulder while I stood in the threshold. An ethereal vision exuding sensuality having already brought me down to those primal instincts where, from tantalization the rest turns necessity.
Lawrence JamesPublished 30 days ago in Filthy
Big Sexy Satan
Night one. This man has ample pizzazz I was skulking. My middle finger fingered the magic mouse down and slick past my sister’s kids, past the third attempt by my college buddies to reach me for their ungodly too-many-years reunion. And then there he was. There was no punctuation and the diagram spoke for itself. He had a “functioning Inner Moxie coil” and “Hustle emitters.” It was clear he “deflects funk” and has “distal panache shafts.” It was clear this man had it all. It was clear that, I did not. But could I buy him? I don’t buy things on impulse. I don’t fall for the click-bait. Then I closed my laptop, dejectedly.
Frank D'AndreaPublished about a month ago in Filthy
The Unforgettable Vacation
All day long, my eyes kept looking at my “Homer Simpson” interactive digital clock. On Fridays, it would yell “woo hoo” when the workday was over. “Ten more minutes,” I said to myself while trying to think of ways to kill time. “I’ll just go to the restroom,” I thought to myself. On my way there, I ran into Lolita. Lolita used to be on our billing team, but transitioned into a higher paying position a couple of months ago. “Are you excited about your weekend getaway B?” she asked as a huge smile wiped across her face. “Very excited,” I replied half lying. This was the first time I would be going to another state alone. It’s true I was thrilled to be traveling to New Orleans, but I usually always traveled with my brother everywhere. Ever since he met his new boyfriend, Nico, he didn’t have time for his little sister anymore.
Taniya LashayPublished about a month ago in Filthy
The Unforgettable Vacation
All day long, my eyes kept looking at my “Homer Simpson” interactive digital clock. On Fridays, it would yell “woo hoo” when the workday was over. “Ten more minutes,” I said to myself while trying to think of ways to kill time. “I’ll just go to the restroom,” I thought to myself. On my way there, I ran into Lolita. Lolita used to be on our billing team, but transitioned into a higher paying position a couple of months ago. “Are you excited about your weekend getaway B?” she asked as a huge smile wiped across her face. “Very excited,” I replied half lying. This was the first time I would be going to another state alone. It’s true I was thrilled to be traveling to New Orleans, but I usually always traveled with my brother everywhere. Ever since he met his new boyfriend, Nico, he didn’t have time for his little sister anymore.
Taniya LashayPublished about a month ago in Filthy
Friends With Benefits
We got on the elevator and there was total silence between the two of us. We got downstairs and walked towards his car. He opened the door for me and I got in. Once we drove off, I turned to him and said, “where are we going?”. Without taking his eye off the road, he replied, “I have a friend who owns this restaurant called, Autumn. I reserved a table there.” “oh,” I replied. We got to the restaurant and the inside was beautiful. We were directed to our table and Josh offered to order for us. While we waited for our food to arrive, Josh had the waiter bring us a bottle of wine. “So, why don’t you want to see me again” “You pretended not to know me” I took another sip of my wine.“Come on Robin, what was I supposed to say?” “How about, yea mom, she’s a friend”
Kimsue's MindPublished about a month ago in Filthy
Love Bites
Vampires, the dark blood-sucking creatures of the night, have existed since their supposed first sighting in Eastern European graveyards during the time in the 17th-century when the dead struggled to stay below ground. Whether it is due to shallow graves, poor soil conditions, or faulty coffins, the undead has left their marks of fear and intrigue that have lasted until the modern-day. Vampires have come a long way from being feared creatures of the night or supposed tales of monsters stalking the forests beyond medieval villages; they have grown from being stories told to scare children into obeying their parents. In modern literature, vampires are now either the unsung heroes and/or the love interests of the protagonists in varied Gothic/Supernatural adult and young adult novels. Vampires are now beautiful monsters that reflect male and female sexuality. They unlock hidden reaches within humans, opening them up to the world of the supernatural and the pure, undiluted desire of exploring it and all its selfish possibilities.
Samantha HeckPublished about a month ago in Filthy
Offerings
I was nude when I lit the green offering candle, placed a drop of blood upon it, and said my thanks to Astaroth. The flames flickered for a moment, and the sheer beauty of it entranced me. I felt tears prickle at the corners of my eyes, and my face begins to redden slightly—a sign that they were here with me in the room. As my last offering for the evening, I prostrated before my altar in front of their space. I offered my body to the Demon as a show of my trust and deepest appreciation.
Jezebel RosePublished 2 months ago in Filthy
The Feather
He draws me every afternoon as the sun moves across the metal and glass of the barred windows. I stare at the stone walls inches from the bed, waiting, hearing the scratch of pencil against paper. Sometimes he asks me to turn over and look at him or to lay on my back and close my eyes. His hand never stops moving, making long sweeps over the pages. I am the solitary occupant of this hidden atelier, his monastic muse.
Ilia de RouxPublished 2 months ago in Filthy
