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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
The First Time
It was a Friday night and I was doing what I always did on Friday nights. Grab my favorite bag of chips, a can of strawberry Fanta, and turn on my favorite movie. Being a senior in high school some would say that I should be out partying or hanging out with my friends but to me this was much more enjoyable. The difference this time was I had recently got into a relationship with my best friend Trevor. We have been best friends since the 3rd grade and I honestly do not know what I would do without him. We naturally did everything together, but then one day he decided that he wanted to change everything.
By jasmine james8 years ago in Filthy
You May Address Me as Sir
It all started very innocent, very vanilla. She wasn't the kind of girl to get too adventurous; in her daily life and in the bedroom. So he was gentle with her heart and with her body. Their days were spent adventuring around the city, while the nights were consumed with endless lovemaking. After many nights of sharing more than just a bed, he had finally earned her trust completely. He had taken over her body, and now he had taken over her heart. She was prepared to do anything for him. She was prepared to love him for the rest of her life. What she wasn't expecting however, was the more intense side to him that explored the depths of her soul, and her body. She wasn't expecting him to take her body to places it had never been before. She also wasn't expecting how much she would actually enjoy it...
By Bryanna Burshnick8 years ago in Filthy
The Succubus and Her Prey ~Night 1
The pain was flowing through her body! Vikila was feeling the pain her body went through when she went without sex for too long. She was your typical succubus. Disguised enough to make any young foolish man fall for her. Her special scent made is so she was exactly the type of woman her prey was into. Different men saw her as different things.
By Crystal Nicole8 years ago in Filthy
Relentless
I walk into the apartment after a long drive. He is just getting ready to leave for his long night shift at the PD. I walk in and he looks up and says, hey, baby how was your day?” It had been a particularly rough day at the office and I tell him so, but that I am happy to be home. I kiss him as usual but seeing him in that dark blue uniform did something to me. Hell, it always gets me going but tonight there was just something about the way his vest fit him that I just couldn’t let him walk out that door without me having a piece of him. So, instead of pulling away from him, I unzip his external vest and don’t break the kiss. He does though. “What are you doing, I have to leave in a few.”
By Lindsay Waters8 years ago in Filthy
Dark Side Chapter 6
Chapter 6 Joseph pulled up to the lobby entrance where the valet was there to meet them. He handed the keys over to a man clad in nothing more than leather underwear and a spiked dog collar around his neck and nipple rings. On one of the left side of his nipple ring was a name tag fastened on to it. The tag read Evan. Attached to the dog collar was a long chain about twenty feet in length. The long silver chain was held by a woman leaning nonchalantly against the hotel wall with her legs crossed. She was watching the valet driver very closely, as if she was waiting for him to make a mistake.
By Jennifer Cypert8 years ago in Filthy
Coffee With Lucifer Knight
Remember that feeling of escaping a toxic situation and believing you’re the victor? Throwing your hands in the air, and giving the almighty shout, after defeating the battle? Out of the blue, further down the road, that moment of relief has been snatched away instantly. Leaving you to crawl up into a bowl of trauma, body falling right back into ache of the wounds and sorrow, that you’ve thought you once conquered. It’s the threat of terror at it’s best. It’s Lucifer himself, once again, trying to destroy your life with prick after prick; until your whole world has been flipped upside down, and you’re left with a million broken pieces in the palms of your hands. Maybe it’s not the devil, but the thing we are much more afraid of, the truth!
By Javon Banks8 years ago in Filthy
Hey There, Honey...
My son's best friend is home from college for the summer, staying in our spare bedroom. He has really grown into an unbelievably handsome man. He's a senior this year, a few years older than my son... but not very many, which is why I’ve always considered him hands off.
By JLM fantasies8 years ago in Filthy
