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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
A Perfect Morning
She rolled over and tried to rub the sleep from her eyes trying to make sense of the numbers on the clock feeling that slight edge of panic that she had overslept. Her head cleared enough to realize that she woke early instead of late and had some extra time to play or give into the desire to sleep more instead. As she battled and was ready to succumb for a few extra minutes his had reached across the bed searching for her in his sleep. God she loved how he always reached for her. She decided it was worth indulging in her extra time rather than snoozing through. Slowly she inched her way down under the covers sliding between his legs the covers tented with his morning wood. This was her favorite time of day where she got to play with him as she wished. Taking her time to enjoy his scent, the way he felt on her tongue, indulging in all her senses. She licked up his shaft and swirled her way around the head pressing against his frenulum, and up across the top, searching for a bit of precum. She quickly licked down and around the shaft coating the length so she could easily begin to suck his length when she was ready. But first she wanted to suck just on the head to suckle and play with her tongue, licking it like a lollipop, taking her time.
By Alice Griffin8 years ago in Filthy
Love Shadows: Part 1
"My name is Lena Samuels and I'm not dead, but I should be." Lena's statement left her new therapy group silent. She never wanted to come to this ridiculous place full of false hope. Her doctor had vehemently expressed his concern over her avoiding counseling and never failed to remind her just how important it was for other people to hear how lucky she was to have gotten out of an abusive relationship. Why he didn’t understand boasting about having to kill her husband out of self-defense wasn’t glorious, she wasn’t sure.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
She Took a Chance and Got a Third Arm
They were the two people on opposite ends of the classroom playing dodgeball with their eyes. Sometimes their irises would meet and sometimes they’d miss one another sliding away quick and discrete. Either way, the game went on. Stare, dodge, stop. Stare, dodge, stop. But that got old and so did summer.
By Micah Brown8 years ago in Filthy
Toxic Delights: Part 10 (The Ending)
Elle never thought she'd feel this peaceful after being back in St. Cloud, Minnesota. Even the howling winds banging against the windows in Hazel's farmhouse, warning them of a nearby storm heading their way, did nothing to stop the stability she felt just by being near her friends. She needed this. More than she needed to be out there, facing the danger she used to let dictate her life.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
The Yoga Affair
I was attending my yoga class when an unexpected series of events unraveled. The sun illuminated the room and beat down on our sweaty half-dressed bodies when a man popped his head in the door frame with his eyes glued to the instructor's spandex ass, which I presume was his pregnant wife, as he spoke.
By Lisa Tolton8 years ago in Filthy
Toxic Delights: Part 8
It'd been too long since she'd gone hunting for a thrill. Six and a half weeks to be exact. Most of her time had been spent on Carter, and helping him recover from his surgery. Hazel had stayed the first two weeks, keeping her sane while they both looked after their friend. As soon as Carter had recovered enough to start his physical therapy, Hazel had gone back to Minnesota, where Lily and Dante were waiting for her to return. She never mentioned a thing about what was going with them, but Elle could tell it was weighing heavily on her best friend. She didn't blame her. Her reputation as St. Cloud's wholesome coffee shop owner had been tainted, when word got around about the bodies that were dug up in her backyard.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Toxic Delights: Part 6
Being back in New York brought Elle back to a time where things were often murky and hopeless. Memories of the hell that was her childhood had flooded her mind the moment she and Detective Nieves landed at JFK airport, but she forced them aside on their way to their low-budget hotel and checked them both into the Kamway Lodge, which was located in Elmhurst, Queens, close to her old neighborhood.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Now We’ve Tried Everything
We've been messing around for a few months, having a blast exploring each other and falling madly deeply irrevocably in love with lusting each other. Not a space or body part has been left unkissed or licked or sucked in some way, not a hair left unturned, not a position left untried... at this point it's just perfecting the dance and enjoying the pleasure we bring each other... or so I thought.
By JLM fantasies8 years ago in Filthy
A Soldier's Homecoming
The last thing anyone expected Jenna to do was marry a soldier. She knew how tough that life was going to be. The next to last thing anyone else expected from Jenna was to cry while he was gone. Yet she missed him so much. She didn’t want to show it most days, but she missed him. But the night Jonathan finally came home, it made every tear worth it.
By Roman Gabrielo8 years ago in Filthy
