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

Michael, My Client
My shoes are rubbing the back of my feet raw. I'm still keeping my wits about me, though I barely got any sleep last night. Walking this strip is never safe, and in our line of work, you can't let your guard down.
By Jessica Briggs7 years ago in Filthy
The First Time!
Yes, people, it is again story time and I've got another hot one for you. Just like my previous blog called His Slut in Public, this story also comes from the confessions section of my life and yes, I did just make that up. I really love the fact that people feel comfortable enough to talk to me about anything and everything, especially when they know I will blog about it. At the same time, I always assure people that whatever I write about, I always include a veil of anonymity by not writing the story the way it was told to me, therefore, I know the 'real' and I entice you with the fantasy. This confession came from an inbox conversation so the opportunity to get answers for any follow up questions I had were immediate which made the interaction more exciting for me. Believe me when I say that the tea poured in this conversation was boiling hot so as I pour out my version for you, please sip slow!
By Kai Storm7 years ago in Filthy
Lexi and Blaze: Impetus
Remmy and Beretta were going to be away for the week. Summer camp was just a few hours away and both boys were going to spend the week at camp and then a whole week at Grandma’s ranch in Colorado. Although she would miss her boys greatly, she couldn’t help but watch the clock tick off the seconds until the boys left. Lexi had the Jeep loaded with everything Remmy and Beretta would need in their absence. Clothes and shoes, pillows, various handheld game systems and the ever present MP3 player blasting through the ear buds of both the boys, she hurried her boys in their seatbelts and reversed out of the driveway.
By Phoenixx Fyre Dean7 years ago in Filthy
FaceTime F**k!
The love of my life, also known as my excellent level P dick works hard and makes great money. He has his own marketing company, has written a few books, and has several investments in the cannabis industry, so he's always traveling around the country. Sometimes when he's off on his long trips where we have to be away from each other for long periods of time and the need to release sexual tensions come along, we often find ourselves texting each other sexual innuendos & pictures. For the most part, erotic words and/or pictures help take off the edge or the need to fuck. Then there are times when pictures and a couple of clever sayings is just not enough.
By Kai Storm7 years ago in Filthy
Surprise on a Ferris Wheel
A lot of girls would make a big deal out of the text message he had sent, but to me, it was adventurous. It was one of the things that worked so well in our relationship.
By Angelique Michaels7 years ago in Filthy
Mario Kart
It was raining hard. Toad warned them that the track was too slippery and warned them not to continue, but Mario was persistent. Nevertheless, they continued. The race went fine—a little hydroplaning, but nothing serious. Before they knew it, the last lap had started, Luigi only a few meters behind him. It stayed that way for almost the whole lap. Luigi was able to grab a mystery box. The entire race hinged on the item he would receive. It was a green shell he had to make it work. The last turn of the circuit eight track, Mario took the turn a little too wide, setting up the perfect opportunity for the green shell. He launched it without thinking twice. It hit him on the side. With the combination of the low traction on the track and the green shell, Mario soon found his cart flipping. The cart flipped multiple times, barely losing speed and hit the wall headfirst. Luigi crossed first. When he looked behind him, he saw his brother's cart smoking and his brother lying unconscious. For a second, Luigi was happy. He hoped that he had died. He quickly caught this thought and immediately felt guilty for it. He slowly walked over to his brother, careful to avoid the other carts that were now crossing the finish line. Mario was unresponsive after Luigi tried to wake him up. Peach soon came rushing over in a frantic crying.
By First Last7 years ago in Filthy
Club Echo
A typical night at Club Echo, looks like on average of about thirty clients watching the dancers, and about a third of them want a dance in the paradise suite. The music loud, lights flashing, the atmosphere is a perfect breeding ground for chaos. Bring someone at the brink of sexual desire but deprive them, and it will bring out their true self. I love dancing so much because it does exactly that.
By Elijah Taylor7 years ago in Filthy
Borrow Your D**K?!
My career as a photographer was finally starting to take off. I was so busy crafting my artistic eye in order to take/create the best and most professional photographic moments out of my Fuji X-T3 camera that I didn't realize that I received an email inquiry about my work. A woman named Gayle from the Black Art Alliance in Youngstown Ohio reached out to me after she saw a couple of my posts on social media. According to her email, she was putting on an art showcase and wanted to fly me in for it, contract me to be the guest speaker and display my current works for sale. As I was reading the email, a slow realization came over me that I was officially being hired for my art and the excitement that ensued had me dancing to no music. The contract was attached to the email, all the details were clearly defined and the date of the showcase didn't interfere with my schedule so I had no problem printing, signing and forwarding back my response. Gayle must've been sitting by her computer and checking emails because it didn't feel like a whole minute had passed before she called me about my response. We had a great conversation where we discussed all of the details of the showcase, we answered any questions we had for each other and the phone call ended with us both feeling like we accomplished what we set out to do. The next email I received from Gayle was my itinerary, my plane tickets and my hotel accommodations info from the Wicktower hotel. Even though I was scheduled to leave a week later, it wasn't a problem for me as I already had a large sum of my portfolio printed and prepared for sale so all I had to do was pack and go.
By Kai Storm7 years ago in Filthy
Janie's Midnight Visitor
She felt his warm breath on the back of her neck as he whispered in her ear. His wet tongue glided over her ear lobe before closing his mouth over it kissing it gently. She could feel his body pressed against hers as his hand caressed the shape of her body starting from her neck, then to her arms, then over her hips before grasping one of her cheeks with his hand.
By Brandi Payne7 years ago in Filthy
Constant Distraction—Part 4
It wasn't like the movies. Where it's literally every single person staring and whispering at you. I did notice a few people staring at me and then whispering to their friends but only because I was looking for them. When went to my first class the day after my rejection I could feel eyes on my back every now and then, but once again I think it was just because I was looking for the feeling. That was just what the first couple days were like, after that it seemed like it was dropped from hot gossip. I tried to just play it cool and go to classes like normal... Juniper joined me for my lunch today.
By Velvet Shodun7 years ago in Filthy
Did You Say the Basement or Debasement?
Waking up with morning wood was always a nice reminder of my virility—even if my wife was more interested in waking up with the woman next door. Maybe Micki would ask me to move out today after she spent the night in someone else’s bedroom. In the meantime, I had some work to do. Masturbating would have to wait.
By Maurice Pirelli7 years ago in Filthy
Desire
The moonlight hit her curves perfectly as she stood before me. Her breasts perfectly rounded and smooth in her lace bralette. She stood above me, I could just make out the soft arch of her nose, and the thin line of her lips. My heart was pounding, I crossed my legs.
By Colorful Chaotic7 years ago in Filthy