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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
I Only Think with My Ovaries
When my wife suggested that we try having a polyamorous relationship, I thought that she wanted to sleep with other men. In which case, I wasn’t sure if I was going to be interested in remaining married at all. Then I walked in on her going down on a woman in our bedroom—a much more interesting scenario. Micki had her face buried between our neighbor’s legs when I opened the bedroom door. Our neighbor, Jan, was a divorced empty-nester with dirty blonde hair, streaked with gray. She was blindfolded and breathing heavily, completely unaware of my presence. I decided to wait before saying anything.
By Maurice Pirelli7 years ago in Filthy
You Don't Even Have to Get Me Drunk
I walked into one of my favorite bars for a beer and a basketball game. There was an empty bar stool right in front of one of the monitors so I sat down. The clientele was mostly men, but the bartender was a woman so that was some good news. Then I noticed that the stool next to me was empty, and the drink in front of it was still half full. Hopefully, whoever belonged to the drink was not some old fuck who wanted to slur out his various philosophies about sports and life when all I wanted was a quiet beer. The bartender stopped in front of me.
By Maurice Pirelli7 years ago in Filthy
Lexi
“She is drop dead gorgeous. I can’t even muster words to describe her, but simply poetry in human form for she reminds me of the elegance that Edger Allen Poe spoke of. The delicate way her eyelashes flutters, softly humming like an angelic harp. I was overeager for her to come over, more or less, “cum” period. I imagined that her orgasms summoned energies from the deepest parts of the jungle. Rattling a battle cry as she approach nirvana, I wanted to take part. I needed to bring her to a euphoria that I, myself have experienced, through numerous lustful encounters. The bringer of orgasms is what I pride myself on. Her yoni would be as soft as the pedal of my lotus as I envision planting the softest kiss on her Pearl. Tickle it against my tongue as our once heavenly room, become more dark, more sinful, that a fire erupted in each part of the room. I knew "Scarlett" was taken ahold as she flirted playfully at this exotic goddess next to me. Giggles that awoken the lustful demon inside me, as a newborn to the world, Lexi was new. Unexpected but new. That delighted Scarlett. It made me cringe. I envisioned a sensual essence about our escapade, not barbaric as Scarlett desired. She wanted her hair wild with captured pictures of positions in which she couldn’t get away from. Escape from. She was Scarletts’ prisoners and while they continue to engaged; she was not reluctant. She played on the dark side, and Scarlett wanted an opponent. I wanted the beauty yet Scarlett wanted the animalistic nature. She wanted to be drenched in her juices, whereas I wanted to shower in her waters form. Sweet as a Southern Tea on the hottest day of August. We were parched, that we could both agree on.”
By Jay Williams7 years ago in Filthy
From Fantasy to Reality
My stomach's wrapped in knots. Another night of waking up hours before my alarm. The clock’s early morning numbers stare back at me. I can’t turn my mind off even in my sleep. Sighing, I turn away from the irritating bright digits and look up at the ceiling. Moonlight seeps through the curtains, illuminating the pale walls. My mind uncontrollably wanders back to my sleepless thoughts.
By Jessica Briggs7 years ago in Filthy
Feel It
I would have never imagined that him and I would be here. He asked me to lunch, as a friend, I surprisingly agreed to meet him. I have never done something like this but wanted to take a chance. He was so out of my league and I would never think that he would ever have an interest in me. Given that I was feeling very good about myself in my black crop top and log black and brown skirt I said, "fuck it." We had just finished lunch, and we drove back to his apartment.
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
Sydney's Dream Mate
Sydney sat crossed-legged on his bed, waiting impatiently for him to show up. If what Aspen said was true, then Sydney should be getting a visit from his future mate tonight. He looked around the room, wondering where he would show up at. He hated waiting. He wanted to see the man now, dammit! Waiting was driving him crazy!
By Xylia Edin7 years ago in Filthy
Branson's Dream Mate
Branson stepped out of the bathroom, rubbing the towel over his head to dry his shoulder length locks. As he started to run the towel down his body, he looked up to see the elf from earlier laying on his bed naked, staring at him with a smirk on his face, his red hair spread out against the pillows and framing his beautiful pixie-like face. Branson grinned at the elf, threw his towel across the room, and stormed over to the bed. He grabbed the elf and flipped him over onto his stomach.
By Xylia Edin7 years ago in Filthy
