Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Filthy.
Late Night Fantasy (Part 1)
She lays on her bed trying to settle into sleep, exhausted from working into the late night; her body was sore, her bones ached all over. Reaching over to her nightstand, she grabs her remote, turns on her TV; nothing of interest is on she see's the reruns of I Love Lucy. Looking to her left, she see's no one, her bed is cold, she is lonely. She hears a vibration from her cell phone, she looks at it, and the caller ID says unknown, she hesitates but reaches over and picks it up. "Hello," She says in a light voice. "Hello, Miss Sarah." The other voice warm and gentle. She took a deep breath and adjusted herself on the bed, wincing from the pain. "Who is this?" She told, her voice firm in its conviction.
By DALIL1NE MINION8 years ago in Filthy
Gay Sex in Korea
I sat at the bar and ordered a drink from a really cute bartender named Ace. He wouldn’t tell me his Korean name, and I didn’t really care. I was enamored with him, and was obviously terribly naïve, because he kept trying to convince me to buy dreadfully overpriced drinks. But he did it so sweetly, with such an adorable smile, that I couldn’t resist. I still remember those dimples and the way he’d rub up against me when he delivered drinks to customers at tables.
By Daniel Payne8 years ago in Filthy
Kayleigh's Awakening Part II
My foot taps in the back of the cab; I am very late. I was completely exhausted after last nights romp with Samantha and had grossly overslept. Mr. Alexander is going to have my ass. The cab finally squeals to a stop in front of Sterns and Baker, I pay my fair and jump out. My heels clack loudly across the marble floor in the lobby as I rush to a closing elevator. When I arrive at my floor I quietly slink to my desk and quickly emerge myself to work, half wanting to catch up and half to blend in. The door to Mr. Alexander's office opens and I freeze, I can feel him starring at the back of my head. "Nice of you to join us, Kayleigh." His voice is cold and stern. I swivel around trying to avoid his piercing gaze.
By V.E Sanders8 years ago in Filthy
Loner's Retreat: Santana & Jonas (The Finale)
SANTANA She never had many friends growing up. A couple of temporary ones on and off throughout the years, but nothing major. No one had compared to her Daniel. No one challenged her to be the best person she could be, or saw past the wall she had built the day people started to judge her based on her parent's past. Not like Daniel had the moment he laid eyes on her when they were just a couple of kids from different back-roads of life, barely crawling out of loneliness and being dealt a bad deck of cards to sort through.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Taboo Is the Greatest Arousal
It was my third year of my philosophy degree that I found myself likened to secure myself a job at the local halfway house as a way to earn a bit of money whilst broadening my perspective upon rehabilitation and the criminal element. A win-win situation, I believed. I couldn’t have known then that such a choice would lead me into the clutches of a man capable of upending all that I’d previously believed in life, effectively pulling the foundation of my perceptions right out from under me. My life would never be the same again…
By Little Wanderer8 years ago in Filthy
Merci Love
New Year’s Eve It all started with a DM.... So, Merci is out and having a good time when she posted a picture of her drink of choice, Patron Margarita with the caption reading, "Heaven in a cup!!” This one guy, Sir Double Up was his twitter name, responded to the post with "And panties on the floor...." When Merci saw who it was, she smirked a little because she always had a crush on Harvey... which was his real name. But she had been in a long term relationship, so another man was not an option. By this time, she had been single for roughly six months and it was cuffing season so she casually spoke with a simple "Hey, Boo." Her next post is what set her own trap.
By Myesha LaSha8 years ago in Filthy
Confessions of a Sex Lover
Sex. I love sex. And everything associated with it. I am a voyeuristic person by nature and would often prefer to watch others have sex. I like to watch. I love the sounds of a woman moaning and groaning while she is pleasured. I love the sounds of sex. Raw and primal. I have learned over the years not to gawk at what interests me, but to take quick glances that take in everything. So I can focus on large-breasted women, which is another preference. Cleavage sparks my imagination and my lust as I wonder what type of nipples she has or how big her areolae are. My original “type” of woman was about 5’2'', bright-skinned, with a very round butt. I have since expanded that demographic to include various body types and heights. Personality is important. I tend to be able to tell how good a woman is in bed just from a basic conversation. Aside from wife number one, I have not had bad sex.
By Tim Ellerbe II8 years ago in Filthy
Loner's Retreat: Santana & Jonas, Part 6
JONAS He couldn't tell if he was having another mind-blowing wet dream, but it felt real enough to make his dick hard. Jonas could feel the pulling of the tip of his cock into someone's mouth and the sensation left him speechless, rendering his body helpless against whoever was giving him such pleasure. When he decided to open his eyes to see who it was, he was disappointed to see nothing but darkness surrounding him. His wife was sound asleep next to him, wearing one of his t-shirts, her naked behind sticking out of the comforter, tempting him to take her from behind like he was dying to.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
My Story of Submission
“That’s just what I’m into.” My friend sat jaw-dropped across the table. “So you want him to choke you?” “Yes.” I’m 23 now and have been having sex for five years. When I first embarked on my sexual adventures, I remember having a few short-term boyfriends who would just lay on top of me and move back and forth. I just wasn’t excited. Orgasm unattainable. For the first while of my sexual experiences, I was terribly bored.
By Ariel Nicole8 years ago in Filthy
