Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Filthy.

Watch the Porn, Bro
TMI? Never. I was six years old the first time I masturbated. Sounds weird, right? A child knowing how to do something like that? Makes you think, was I raised in a weird home? Was there something wrong with me? Did I experience something I shouldn't have? The answer to all of that is no, definitely not. I grew up in a completely normal household, with four siblings, a dog, and parents who loved and still love each other to death. I went to regular public school, had birthday parties, barbecues all the time, went on vacations and shit, I was even a Girl Scout. I wasn't deprived of anything, and I had a regular, small group of friends. To be honest, I’m not sure when it all started. But, what I do know, is that my young fascination and love for pleasure has led me to be one of the not-so-many people who are comfortable watching and talking about porn, sex, and masturbation.
By Niki Bambi8 years ago in Filthy
The Manic Society
It all started on a Tuesday, so I spent the weekend in the ER and they confiscated my meds, causing me to stop them abruptly. By disrupting my scheduled times, consequently, they threw me into mania.
By S. Vhoss8 years ago in Filthy
11:11
The number eleven used to be an omen of sorts to me. Until I met you. Now let me start at the beginning. Maybe then you'll understand why I'm thinking about exiting your life for good this time.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
I Needed Him
I was so horny. And just looking at him was making it worse. Arguing about sex a little made me wetter. It was dripping down my leg by the time I got my underwear off. He reeeeeaaaaally wanted to have sex with me and that boosted up my confidence hella high.
By Anne Noble8 years ago in Filthy
Pandora's Box. Top Story - June 2018.
I am a lesbian. That’s a complicated statement. Well, it is for me. It shouldn’t be, but oh my God it is. And perhaps not for the reasons you might immediately think. You see, in addition to being a lesbian, I’m also transgender. I tell people that and they tend to… react.
By Sophia-Helene Mees de Tricht8 years ago in Filthy
Brittany's Secret (Part Flash Fiction, Part Movie Script)
After waking up on an old white couch, Brittany quickly noticed that her short black party dress was hiked up, and that there were no panties on underneath. She was confused, so she sat up on the couch to recollect her thoughts and shake off the daze.
By Robin Brooks8 years ago in Filthy
Playing With Fire
He slid his calloused hand up her cheek 'til her ear was between his thumb and forefinger and he leaned in for a kiss. His intensity was like a blazing fire, so she matched it with hers. This was going to be dangerous, she could already tell but she didn’t care. She was making him completely obsessed with her. She was toying with a power she didn’t quite understand. Their lips met and he gently licked her tongue with his full luscious tongue. Their lips closed at the same time but remained pressed together. As they opened their mouths their tongues met again and went deeper. He kissed her slow but deeper still each time their mouths reopened. She responded in kind until she gently drug his lower lip between her teeth letting him know she liked it soft and rough at the same time. He pulled her closer and made a low guttural moan under his breath. They were laying on her couch facing one another pressed together with their legs intertwined. Tangled up together like this it was hard to tell when she stopped and he began. The anticipation built to the point that Justin had to pull away and take a breath.
By Evelyn Rose8 years ago in Filthy
The Magic of a Tongue Ring
It was a bright and summer warm day that led to a crisp dark night. My friends and I decided to go to our local skating rink; I mean hell, there’s not much more to do in our small town. The rink was basically the only fun thing we had close so everyone in town gathered there on Friday nights. So, the five of us got ready, wearing our tight, low-rise jeans and small tank tops that showed our belly button ring crystals hanging out. We really had only had one thing on our mind, which was have fun and find a summer fling!
By Dolly Mae8 years ago in Filthy
Forever Daring
Vana has always been one to try new things. She was daring in almost all that she did. From her nails and her hair to the lipstick that coated her lips. She dared life. But one particular interest she rarely acted on was one she always knew was there. It was more like a wanting sitting deep in the pit of her stomach, occasionally trying to serenade her into giving into temptation. She could be anywhere. Drinking coffee in a café or flipping through stiff pages of a book rarely opened at her local Barnes & Noble. But she would always end up glancing at the attractive girl in the corner. One with a bright face and sweet smile. She would fight her wandering eye but most days she would lose that battle. She would find herself biting her lip as the attractive stranger she could never keep her eye off of glanced back. Vana's heart would skip a beat at the thought of how that woman's hands may feel on her waist, holding the curve of her hips and dipping her fingers down to a sweet place where...
By Bri Price8 years ago in Filthy
A Blowjob & a Wheelchair
My marriage came to an end. My future ex-wife announces she’s a lesbian and has been having an affair with her friend for 10 years. As you might imagine, I was devastated... because she was getting more pussy than me for the last fucking decade! That’s a story for another time. This story is about the first woman I dated after 18-years of being married.
By Andy Julia8 years ago in Filthy
Her Admirer
On any day it means nothing to me. For 365 days out of the year I am unfazed. For the past three years I have been single, without the slightest urge to change that. Today is none of those days. Valentine’s Day; the one day I’m forcefully reminded of my string of failed relationships.
By Diana Farris8 years ago in Filthy
Congruence: To Do or Not to Do?
I have been struggling with writing lately; I have been finding it difficult to find the words to describe what I have been doing and feeling. And this weekend I realised why. I made a pact with myself when I started out on this journey to document it honestly; but in order to do that I first have to be honest with myself.
By Eleni Peitho8 years ago in Filthy