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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
The Fantasies of Jaime
“Remember now, Oliver,” Jamie said. “Just tongue, lips, teeth. No fingers. No penetration. That’s for me. Not for you.” “Got it,” Oliver said. He sounded as breathless as I felt.
Princess Jekey-GreenPublished about a year ago in FilthyWillpower, Part Two
Katie and I sat together on the bus as we headed back to hers after gym. She hadn't showered and smelled more than ever, but at least had changed back into her uniform which included a skirt, and stockings. These she was absent-mindedly tugging up as she sat beside me, one after the other. I stared, unable to drag my eyes away, even though I was fast becoming uncomfortably stiff in my underpants all over again.
Doc SherwoodPublished about a year ago in FilthyWardens
There was never understanding on time meeting space. They were not separate characters in a sunset that was coming. They were not made in a lab to be tested by another lab. They were not partners.
Willpower, Part One
"Katie, you're not supposed to wear underwear like that for gym," I told her, very flushed. "Like it's up to you," Katie replied haughtily.
Doc SherwoodPublished about a year ago in FilthyHip Hop Nights
Hip Hop Night's Episode 1 Pilot By Brian Salkowski
Tabula Rasa
Read the storm before the calm in the previous story about Gen and her werewolf ex... It was a calm day. Gen opened the window in her bathroom as she cleaned it. The scent of juniper filled her apartment and still the faint scent of burning grass from Vic’s visit — or maybe she just imagined that. Neither of them understood what her episode with Kevin had been about.
F. Leonora SolomonPublished about a year ago in FilthyThe Amazing Sex With An IT Man
As soon as I saw Bruno saunter across my office floor, I had a crush on him, but I had no idea what his name was for weeks. Everyone just referred to him as The Fit IT Man since he was so plainly attractive and appeared to have the entire building under his hypnotic spell. It's a good thing my pc broke a lot. My teammates made fun of me and said that I had been deliberately trying to arrange for him to come and fix things. I wasn't, but I did send Bruno a personal email to make sure he was the one always coming to my aid.
The Lost GirlPublished about a year ago in FilthyRacing Against Anna, Part Two
The minute I tried to dive under the hurdle, upside-down Anna smartly swung herself the rest of the way to the ground and landed blocking my path, the heels of her sparkling sneakers clapped together. I stumbled, flushing. If I tried what I'd been planning now, I'd run face-first into her feet!
Doc SherwoodPublished about a year ago in FilthyA Dirty Christmas Dolly
All I could remember about the night of Christmas Eve was that it was terribly cold at first, but then I woke up in the most peculiar place, under someone’s decorated Christmas tree, wearing nothing but a red bikini!
Reflections of the Future
by: D.R. Humphreys (the DreamWriter) The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own, then again, it was. I mean, it was an older me, wearing different clothes, reflecting the image of another bathroom. There were women's stockings hanging over the shower curtain rod. I wasn't married. I rarely had women to my apartment, and checking to make sure, there were no stockings hanging over my shower rod. Either I was delusional, or I was still lying in bed asleep, ready to be late for work.
Dennis HumphreysPublished about a year ago in FilthyRacing Against Anna, Part One
Anna, snugly clad in power-pale shorts that hugged every curve of her, was limbering-up. She'd annihilated every boy in every event today, and now it looked like my turn. If I won, I'd be the first boy to beat her. First as in ever.
Doc SherwoodPublished about a year ago in FilthyThe Hottest Sex I've Ever Had Was While I Wasn't Cum"
Despite my best efforts to deny it, my partner and I had come to the point in our relationship where our sex was sporadic and generally unimaginative - not necessarily unpleasant, but not like it used to be. We reduced our frequent sexual encounters to a few times each few weeks. Then, one morning, we had a session that still gives me chills just thinking about it, yet I didn't even experience an orgasm.
The Lost GirlPublished about a year ago in Filthy