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Most recently published stories in Filthy.
Foreplay. Top Story - April 2018.
She came through the front door and tossed her keys in the direction of the hallway table. “Babe, I’m home!” She picked up the mail and briefly flipped through the envelopes. Nothing major there, just bills and coupons from the local grocery store. She sighed and placed them next to the keys.
By Tim Ellerbe II8 years ago in Filthy
Plastic Love
Late night at a casino in Tokyo, Japan: 1984 Among the crowd, people dance, gamble, drink, eat, and chatter. The sound of a specific song plays around the building, giving an ambiance to the setting. Typically, to a song like this, couples get together and dance, have fun and have a drunken make-out session. But, despite all the chaos and buzzing of small talk, one girl sits alone in a booth against the wall, farther away than anyone else in that room. She watched as people made their ways in and out of the building or to the bar to order food or drinks; she didn't mind being so lonesome, she quite enjoyed being observant.Her 'alone time' only lasted for a bit before her eyes laid upon another specific figure; a woman around her age -maybe in her late 20's- she wore a dark fitted dress, her stark black hair was curled to the maximum and tucked back with the help of an over-sized pink ribbon tied into a large bow on the top of her head. She was beautiful, to say the least.
By Willa Marlowe8 years ago in Filthy
Dark Side Chapter 5
Sarah slid her ring and towel off, slowly sauntering out of the bathroom and put the ring in her purse. She could feel her empty stomach rumbling like thunder before a massive storm. Hunger was driving her mad, but with no money, there was no way that she could feed herself. Sarah walked to the bathroom sink. There was a mini coffee maker, one package of powdered creamer and one single serve of coffee. It was tempting to make it now, but she thought that it was better to save it for morning. Water was her only option. She reached for the coffee pot to fill it with water. Sarah gulped it down then refilled it again. She did this until she no longer felt hungry. Waterlogged and very full of liquid, she decided to lay down.
By Jennifer Cypert8 years ago in Filthy
Dance of the Gods
She stands, facing the lavender satin curtains, her feet below her, bare as her soft, warm body. She stares into the fire as he positions himself subtly behind her. The Fire warms her in the chilled air, yet his body is so warm that he radiates the energy of the fire opposite of him.
By Rachael Howard8 years ago in Filthy
Dark Side: Chapter 4
When Joseph spotted Trixie, she was laying on her side in hot pin-up fashion on the hood of her car. Her tight black bustier hugged her breasts together, showing some delicious cleavage. Trixie's shorts were so short that just the bottom edge of her ass peaked out. Sunlight bathed her mocha skin and long, strawberry blonde hair. Joseph could feel his cock instantly harden and he could taste her blood red lipstick as he walked over to the side of the car where her feet were. Taking her by the ankles, he easily pulled her to him. She immediately shifted to her back, smiling up at him. She raised up and wrapped her arms and legs around his waist, thrusting her dancing tongue into his mouth. He kissed her back, overtaking her mouth, his hands snaking up and down breasts, waist, and ass.
By Jennifer Cypert8 years ago in Filthy
I’m a 22-Year-Old Virgin?!
Male 2: Mr Immaculate Before I met Mr. D, I met Mr. Immaculate. That was actually how I talked to Mr. D initially. He almost played cupid with us two. You’re probably wondering, “Why the name?” Well, Mr. Immaculate was well and truly one of the most tidiest people I knew, it was so weird. A lot of the boys in uni were messy and only cared about going out, having sex with girls and smoking weed. There was no time for tidying but Mr. Immaculate managed to to do all those things I mentioned above, plus, find the time to tidy his room absolutely spotless. He was so clean all around, from his spotless room, all the way down to his appearance, well and truly immaculate. He was classed as the “rich boy” in university because he wasn’t from London in fact the was from Cambridge which was close to where I lived and he had a nice car and worked in a job that paid him well on top of studying business at university. He wasn’t your typical “rich boy” though, he didn’t exactly speak posh, he was just well spoken and he absolutely loved to smoke weed in his pass time. He was very entertaining as well, always up for a drink and always wanted to have fun.
By Zainab Bangura8 years ago in Filthy
Patterns
Within the droplets of rain brushing against my skin, I can feel you. You're either waiting to quench my thirst, or drown me in another reckless mistake. I'll take the latter. You're too important to ignore. At least, that's what my body keeps telling me whenever you're around. Like now, as I see you emerge from your cab and walk up the steps to my home, soaking wet in a sundress and full of determination as you approach me. Do you feel it? I'm coming alive, just to fall apart. Our usual pattern is repeating itself once again.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Friends with Benefits
She walked ahead of me down the basement steps. My eyes stayed riveted to the bouncing of her ass in the navy blue short shorts. I knew she had put them on just for me. I always knew. As long as I’d known her, she would not ever wear anything like that in public, but whenever I visited, her attire was always alluring and sensual. She reached the bottom of the stairs and turned to take the overflowing laundry basket from me. She walked over to the washing machine and began stuffing the clothes into it with no preamble. I don’t say a word. I just watch her as she moves. Her body is magical. The shapely cocoa brown legs are toned and muscular with just the right amount of femininity. The arms are equally so. The long brown hair rests just below her shoulders and I wonder what it’s like to play in it.
By Tim Ellerbe II8 years ago in Filthy
Dark Side: Chapter Two
For a Motel 6 bathroom, the shower head was the good kind. The kind you might find in a more luxurious hotel. The shower head looked like a dessert plate, shiny silver, with large holes for the water to come out in long consecutive streams. Since this was no apartment building, with the hot water running out after ten minutes on a good day, Sarah took advantage of the fact that she could take her time. She dipped her head back with her eyes closed, her arms in front of her breasts, outer palms against each other, fingers standing straight out wrists touching in a lotus pose. This was just something she inadvertently did. This time though, was giving thanks. Sarah was giving thanks to the heat of the water as it was purging her from head to toes from everything that had happened to her. This was the first shower that she had taken, without the fear of Joseph coming in at any moment to grope her, ask her if her ass was getting larger or flush the toilet so the water turns freezing cold. Right now it was her secluded oasis. That was truly what she was grateful for.
By Jennifer Cypert8 years ago in Filthy
