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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Pancake House
I’ve waited inside this small restaurant for about 15 minutes…a new discovery. It was hard to find, I had to come to this more obscure part of the city to get here. While I had accidentally found this place, I thought to myself that it was a really niche type of restaurant.
By Camille Juteau7 years ago in Filthy
Banging of the Doors of Heaven
Four, five,six, seven, eight. The eighth floor was eerily dark, since it was to be a new wing and on a weekend. Construction workers wouldn't be there until Monday. I walked by one of the first rooms. It was pitch black. Creepy chills ran up my spine.
By Jennifer Cypert7 years ago in Filthy
Playful Seduction, Part 2
I grab him in my hands and tell him I want to taste him… he’s eager to comply and moves slowly rolling off of me onto the bed. I’m enticed by how soft his skin feels as I slide my hands across his chest, dragging my nails gently through his curly chest hairs. As I roll over, I get that faint whiff of his cologne from the movement in the sheets and I’m savoring the taste of him even before I’ve had a chance to put his hardness into my mouth. As I sit up in preparation to mount him he grabs me and removes my gown, exposing my dark, hardened nipples that he gently rubs between his thumb and index finger with his right hand. He grabs my waist to have me bend down to taste myself again, lingering on his lips with his left hand. This man truly knows how to drive me crazy and I love it.
By Charisma Dawn8 years ago in Filthy
Vincent
Droplets of something sweet fall on my lips. It was the blood of someone not from this land, but from afar, almost flowery, like chamomile. I wake up looking to see Vincent standing over me with someone's neck above my face. I pull it to me, too weak to raise up. It was a woman. Her soft, black hair fell on top of me, covering my face. Aromatic waves of lavender and honey hit my nose. I breathed her in like the best cocaine a drug lord kept for himself.
By Jennifer Cypert8 years ago in Filthy
Life After Love: Part 11
SERENA The appetites for twin baby boys was no joke. I've been breastfeeding for at least two hours now, back and forth, back and forth. My nipples were raw and I needed a break. I pumped what I had left in me into a few bottles for the middle of the night, which was when they loved to wake us up. I had no idea why we even bothered to have a damn nursery when they just kept sleeping with us.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
