Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Filthy.
My Girlfriend Doesn't Want Sex Anymore. Help?
Julian asks: "I have been dating my girlfriend for almost a year now, and since the beginning, we have been having sex. All of a sudden though, she tells me that she does not want to 'disrespect' her body and that she does not want us having sex anymore. I feel like she should not have made such a big decision that affects both of us without even talking to me about it beforehand. I love her very much and to me the sex was a way of showing that love. It seems to me that if a relationship was sexually active and that factor is suddenly taken away, the relationship can't be expected to be the same. Any advice?"
By Bonny Albo8 years ago in Filthy
Werewolves On The Nile Chapter 8
Cain brushed off his hands as he turned away. The crocodiles would do their job. Now he just needed to finish off the one who had pulled the trigger then they could put the whole debacle behind them. As he approached the area where he’d left the injured man he the sound of flesh as it tore reached his ears. The crack of bones as powerful jaws crunched them. Cain slowed, the wind was at his back so he couldn’t tell what predator had done his work for him. But as he drew closer he could see the familiar massive shape of Strife as he savaged what remained of the man Cain had shot.
By Kaiden Moss8 years ago in Filthy
When Phone Sex Goes Bad
He stretched out on the bed with the phone propped under his chin. There was a ‘hands free’ setting and he guessed he would use that later, when the time was right. For the minute he preferred the sense that they were whispering in each other’s ears. It felt more intense and dirty.
By James Missaglia8 years ago in Filthy
Toxic Delights: Part 4
It took about thirty minutes to scrub off the day's grime and sweat off her body when Elle arrived at her hotel room. Using the bright yellow loofah sponge and her favorite citrus scented body wash, she used the soapy water to rub against her newly shaved long legs. At six-foot-seven, Elle thought them to be a gift and showed them off whenever she got the chance. At the club. Dinner with friends. She wondered if her secret admirer knew that. Did he know how she secretly got off on figuring him out as much he loved taunting her? It was the reason her sexual drive had increased drastically since she got to Miami. She'd learned the hard way her dark thoughts should never be said out loud, even to the strangers she invited into her bed.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Call Me Daddy
I was never much into role play, but I am down for anything so when he asked me to wear white ankle socks with ruffles on it I obliged. He was tall and black and very muscular. He had a hard past and his present didn't seem too easy, but it was clear that this was the life he was comfortable living. The first time I came to his apartment, a two bedroom that at least three other men were living in, I was alarmed at the gas stove being lit, all four burners ablaze with nothing cooking on them. When I asked why the burners were on he looked at me like I was crazy and said "for heat." I knew Jamal, or "Furious" as he preferred to be called, wasn't a long time thing, I knew it would be fleeting, but I found myself caring about him, genuinely caring about his well-being. The first time he asked me about the little white socks I was taken aback. It seemed like an odd request. Slutty lingerie, crotch-less panties, even anal...but little white socks? I told him I'd see what I could do and tried not to think too much more about it. But then he asked me again, he was really wanting to see my feet in those socks, said it would turn him on.
By Meranda Watley8 years ago in Filthy
Sexual Demographics
Don’t worry, we all are, you little psycho, and yes, it’s probably best to discuss this so you can get a general idea of how crowded your bed really is. Depending on the person you're involved with, you should define certain characteristics. Depending on the answers, you will rate your partner from 1 to 10, 1 being an unattractive type and 10 a highly attractive individual. Multiply their rating by a magnitude of 5 if they are a female or 10 if they are a male. Compute the math then ask the magical question. (This article is better relatable to people inhabiting metropolitan cities.)
By virtual Spec8 years ago in Filthy
Wet Sheets Saga
I walked through the door to the coffee shop and walked up to the counter. I ordered my favorite iced coffee and a muffin. I sighed as I looked around waiting for my drink. My phone buzzed and I glanced at the text message. "Dinner at home. Love, Mom." Great. That ruins my plans tonight. The barista hands me my cup and I whirl around caught up in my thoughts. That was when I ran straight into him.
By laticia lorde8 years ago in Filthy
Werewolves on the Nile Chapter 7
Some of the men had flashlights and they set them on the ground to point at Cain and Strife as they stopped in front of the temple complex, their backs to the open pit. The Leader stood there as he seemed to take the measure of the two men before he finally spoke in Slavic accented English, “I am told you are soldiers. Mercenaries. Then perhaps you’ll understand this. Tell me where you hid the merchandise and you will be paid. Continue to thwart my men and I and you will both die. It is that simple.”
By Kaiden Moss8 years ago in Filthy
Stranger
We were complete strangers. Well, that's how almost every story begins, isn't it? I had just broken up with my boyfriend of three years and was ready to smash my way through my hoe phase. (You may interpret that as figuratively as you'd like.) My best friend invited me to a model networking event, and I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to find a beautiful one-night stand. (Not withstanding the fact that I've never even had a one-night stand before.)
By Milo Goyal8 years ago in Filthy
Toxic Delights: Part 3
You've forgotten who you really are. I'd say its disappointing, but I guess I've changed as well. I enjoy watching you run before you walk now, sprinting towards me instead of away. The only regret I have is that this change in you wasn't caused by me. My hands are shaking with envy as I write this, but only because you're beautiful when I put that frown on your face. It belongs to me. Not to a moment of weakness or the faint heartbeats you get when you think about the man who ripped off your favorite disguise. I'd like to see that fire in your eyes again, Elle. It would be in your best interest to indulge me. You're brilliant enough to know that.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
