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

My Best Friend
I lie here, replaying the events that happened just a few hours ago. The clothes coming off, the heated kisses, the heavy breathing, the skin on skin. We didn’t intend on this tonight, but it was worth it.
By Nicole Ann7 years ago in Filthy
The Paint Fic
"So, what should we do, Tilly?" Troye asked, with his hand on Tyler's leg. They already worked on the collab they did the evening before, and everyone else was already out for Valentine's Day in pairs, except for Korey who was treating himself by watching "Epic Meal Empire" happen up close, so it was just the mint haired queen, and the Australian twink. Tyler had been mentally drowning himself in Troye's deep ocean blue eyes for about four and a half minutes. Just then, he looked over at a box of kids' paint that was under the deer on the wall, and went up to get it, leaving a bittersweet moment for Troye; bitter because he craved the desire of his Tilly, but sweet because he loved staring at his delectable ass. Tyler grabbed the paint and went back to sit next to his sweetheart on the couch.
By Monique Star7 years ago in Filthy
Young Juices 'n Fine Wine!
A early morning wake and bake on the balcony patio while wearing a long Terri cloth robe and my thongs underneath and a smile. That's all I was wearing while I smoked a blunt and replayed the previous night's events. I started laughing out loud like a crazy woman because I really couldn't believe the balls of my latest caper and the I DON'T GIVE A FUCK attitude I had as I was carrying it out. The very real fact is that my oldest daughter is twenty-one years old should have kept me from fucking a young man that is twenty-two years old but it didn't, in fact, it turned into a delicious treat that I just had to savor.
By Kai Storm7 years ago in Filthy
Lolli Jolly Wet Dream
Logan's POV I knew he was capable of having wet dreams, but I had no idea what would happen to all of us in that sort of situation. I went through the files on my bookshelf to see if I can come up with some theories on what would happen in a scenario.
By Monique Star7 years ago in Filthy
Skin on Skin (Pt. II)
At the restaurant, we found a booth for two in a semi-dark corner at the rear of the room. His beautiful dark skin glistened each time the little colourful lights flickered, swaying across his face, and for the most part of that night, all I saw were his sparkly white eyes and shiny teeth. Envision a tall jar of honey being poured on a huge chocolate bar, that's on top of you, and the honey just rolls down, slowly covering every inch of the chocolate bar and then drips all over you, leaving a pleasurable mess—that was exactly how I felt sitting across him that night...
By Aqua Dolo7 years ago in Filthy
Justine (Chapter 3)
Note: We may omit the narrative history of Justine's trials as she retold them, from their beginning, to Madame de Lorsange. There would be little use in retreading the same ground for our present purposes. Also, we will return to telling the story from the third-person perspective, that we have, hitherto, employed, so as not to confuse the reader, and to maintain the singular cohesive nature of our work. —Author
By Tom Baker7 years ago in Filthy
Naughty By Nature: Revenge
An excerpt from an erotic anthology. "Revenge is best served with seduction." Mays'a mouth hung open, as she stood underneath the threshold of her bedroom. She watched the mechanical gyrating of her boyfriend’s hips thrusting into the perky neighbor from down the hall. All she wanted was to surprise him with midday steamy sex session, but she got this surprise instead. Jack was too busy plummeting into Perky Jenny’s pussy to hear the front door open and close, while Maya made her way through their shared apartment.
By Alystair Kade7 years ago in Filthy
Justine (Interlude: Juliette's Story)
We must abandon our present narrative for a short time, and return to Juliet, simply to demonstrate how, from the simple state from which we saw her expelled from her conventional home, and having no more resources than her sister, nevertheless became, in fifteen years a titled woman, possessing thirty thousand francs a year, very fine jewels, two or three houses, both in town, and in the country, and, for the moment, the heart, the fortune, and the confidence of M. de Corville, Councilor of State, a man held in the highest regard, he being on the eve of entering the ministry.
By Tom Baker7 years ago in Filthy
Can I Cum Now?!
"I decided to do start doing little things for myself to not only feel good but to also feel like I'm enjoying every minute of my life. I always felt I had an artistic streak in me just waiting for me to release it but didn't know how or where until one day I walked into an art supply store. I was walking past it on my lunch break and decided to stop in and look around. I bought a couple of canvases, some paints, brushes, coloring pencils, and coloring books. All of it felt so exciting because at first I didn't know why I was in the store in the first place but once I had all the items in my hand I felt a sense of purpose for being there. While I waited on line at the cash register, I saw an advertisement on the community wall for a local masseuse parlor. All the information I needed was on the flyer so I quickly put the phone number and address in my phone so I could make an appointment. The flyer said that an hour massage was only a hundred twenty dollars and I figured that wasn't a bad price to pay for relaxation. After I paid for my items, I grabbed my phone and called the parlor for an appointment and luckily, they had an after work cancellation so I was able to get seen that day.
By Kai Storm7 years ago in Filthy
Call Me
Sitting, slightly left, towards the ground, her bed was doing a half-hearted job of ensuing optimal rest, but for now her bed was only needed to give her some comfort in a very uncomfortable situation. Sasha had a habit of getting herself into situations that were unwarranted, and often anxiety filled. She wondered if she did this on purpose, or if it was pure coincidence that time and time again she finds herself acting on behalf of survival.
By Nina Hutchison7 years ago in Filthy
Justine (Chapter 2)
Justine, realizing that now, more than ever, she was at last alone in the world, threw herself down upon the pathway, and, folding her hands to heaven began to despair. She realized, sure enough, that a tender stripling such as herself, a young girl whose way through the world would be sore-beset by those constant twin wolves at the door—hunger and want, must guard herself against the many cruel whims and artful deceptions of other predators, of the two-legged variety.
By Tom Baker7 years ago in Filthy
Justine (Chapter 1)
Foreword The final philosophy would reveal to man God's means of guiding him along his personal pathway to his own destiny or fate, thus allowing man to wend his way through the cruel caprices of circumstance. God's inscrutable method of operation could, thus, be clearly defined enough that a man may guard himself against tragedy and pitfalls. Such a philosophy would bring illumination to those more accustomed to acting out of blind passion instead of steady reason.
By Tom Baker7 years ago in Filthy