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Most recently published stories in Filthy.

Hey! Look, It's Little Space!
Imagine watching your favorite kid television show, Next to you is a Hello Kitty-designed sippy cup filled with chocolate milk or apple juice and a stuffed animal with a rattle inside it. You go to feel his little hands and all you hear is a small crinkle noise when you press down. It brings you some sort of playful feeling. Now some of you might be wondering where I am getting at but for fun, let us continue to the idea a little bit forward. The show you were watching in my case would be The Big Comfy Couch. It makes me feel all small and innocent when watching it. Someone calls your name in a sweet but stern tone and you look up to see "Daddy." Now you might be thinking why would I want to have my dad take care of me like a baby? That's just stupid when I can just do it myself.
By Renny BunBun8 years ago in Filthy
Loner's Retreat: Angelina & Julie, Part 3
ANGELINA Her lips, their fullness, how her tongue felt flicking at her nub underneath the water, her smile, the way her blue eyes pulled you into her orbit refusing to let you go until she was done with you. It was all Angelina could think about for the past two days she wondered how she was going to keep it together during her birthday party tonight. Lucia and Dylan had planned the entire thing, complete with Dolly's favorite meal and dessert, even her favorite cocktails. Nothing she brought with her to the retreat seemed appropriate enough for the event and Angie sighed in frustration as she sat on the floor of their walk-in closet.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
The Man of OUR Dreams (Pt. 2)
I awoke to the voice of my best friend coming from the bedroom connected to the living room of the hotel where I had been sleep since last night. The night before we had a lingerie themed party for my best friend Jelisa’s 21st birthday. Through all the drinking, dancing, and partying the whole night was a blurred. I slowly pulled myself up on the couch into a seated position as I tried gathering my thoughts. The only thing that I could perfectly replay over and over In my head from the night before is what had happened between me and Jordan, Jelisa’s boyfriend.
By QUEEN QUEEN8 years ago in Filthy
Girl Meets Girls
I feel a warmness across my face. I open my eyes to see the sunlight beaming through the crack of my curtains and I quickly close them back up. I reach for my phone which I always have safely tucked under my pillow. I peak at my phone to check the time and it appears to be 1:43pm. The first thought streaming through my foggy brain is, "What happened last night?" With my mind still unclear of what happened I get up to have a glass of water. My mouth feels like I've been sleeping with cotton balls stuffed in there all night. After three generous gulps of water I head over to the bathroom. As I'm urinating, for what feels like forever, I look down at my arms and see several stamp marks on both sides of my inner wrist. On my left side there is a black dog paw print and also a blue thumbs up print. On my right side there is a black butterfly that is half smudge off and a red fine print that wrote 'PASS'. Looking at these stamps made it clear that I was out crashing numerous bars in The Castro last night. Castro is a well known street located in San Francisco, California. It is best known for the gayest street in SF. There are tons of gay bars, crazy sex toy stores, and even a little bakery that sells penis shaped cookies. I absolutely love The Castro. It feels a lot like home for me. Well maybe because I'm a lesbian and I like to drink and dance and I like doing that in Castro. I obviously did it last night. After releasing all the Adios Mother Fuckers, Long Islands, and beers from last night, I look in the mirror to see the person staring back at me has dark circles around her eyes and long black hair that look like she's been in a aggressive hair pulling fight. I turn on the faucet to brush my teeth, then I head back to bed. I grab my phone and check my text messages. As I'm reading my messages from my partners in crime last night, my mind is becoming more clear about the events that happened. I met a woman. I'm twenty three and I've been going to Castro for a little over two year now. So I have met my share of interesting ladies. Most girls I encounter I like to make up nicknames for them. Not because I forget their real names, but it's just a more fun way to remember them by. Here are some of the most interesting ladies that I’ve met.
By Emily8 years ago in Filthy
The Proposition Pt 2
The day comes too quickly but I don't mind. I have more than enough for rent and a few other bills. I might even have some left over. I roll over to check my phone for any missed calls or messages, 4 missed calls and 2 texts from my mother, it's a slow day for her. I quickly respond back with the usual 'I'm fine' or 'I promise I will come by more'. Truth is I hate lying to my family about what I do for a living so I will not be coming by more. I put my phone back down on the table next to my bed and slide open the drawer in search of my vibrator. I find it nestled underneath the wad of cash from the mystery Subway Guy. My pussy begins to tingle at the thought of his fingers inside me, his breath on my neck, that sexy as hell confidence, it's all the inspiration I need. I pull the money out of the drawer along with the vibrator and begin straightening out the bills. They smell like him. I inhale deep, my pussy is beginning to moisten. I want his hands on me, in me, again but these wrinkled up $50's and $100's are the closest thing I have so they will have to do. I lay back and turn on my toy full speed and place it on my clit. I think of him when I close my eyes and smell him as I rub they money all over my body. My hips grind in perfect rhythm against the vibrator. My pussy is pulsing I am going to cum before long. I'm rubbing faster now, my clit is so sensitive it almost aches but I keep going. I feel a pressure building up inside me and right when I feel like I can't take it anymore, I jam the toy into my pussy. The vibrations on my cervix send me into a frenzy. I cum hard and loudly, violently shaking and constricting.
By V.E Sanders8 years ago in Filthy
Loner's Retreat: Angelina & Julie, Part 2
JULIE Julie Anderson didn't recognize herself in the mirror anymore. Her mousy brown straight hair was up to her lower back now, and her grey eyes looked haunted and hollow with the dark circles underneath her eyes. Haunted was an understatement now that she wiped away the condensation off the bathroom mirror and winced at her appearance. It was the ultimate consequence of tossing and turning all night long for a week straight.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
It's one month after the break up when you've changed your number and deactivated your social media, successful in your attempts of blocking Harry out of your life after his never ending strives to contact you on every platform, smothering you with confessions of love and hopeless apologies.
By Evergreen Grey8 years ago in Filthy
So Did We
The night I never thought would happen finally came, and so did we. We were really into the idea of waiting until our wedding night, and that night was finally here. It was a very stressful day, making sure everything was set up correctly, everyone was there on time, and the flowers. The florist had attempted to send the wrong flowers twice, which made me furious, so when the third attempt arrived, and they were finally correct, I knew I could relax. I sat there as my sister in law did my hair and makeup. It was early, in the A.M. The wedding was at 12, and out flight out was at 7:30 that night. Three hour drive to the airport, 8 hour flight, and then we would finally seal our love.
By Amanda Rochele8 years ago in Filthy
Swinging Is Not Just for Kids ;)
If you ever told me that I'd be begging for another orgasm from a woman I met an hour before, I'd say you were crazy! In fact, being on the receiving end of another woman's very skilled tongue, was never in my plan.
By J C8 years ago in Filthy
Why Lesbians Watch Gay Porn
I’m a lesbian and I watch gay male porn. Lights dimmed, door locked, and clothes off. A masturbation session usually starts with these three things. Once I’m in my bed with my private browser on, I have an internal battle with myself on what porn to watch. Sometimes I’ll go through 10 lesbian pornos, all brightly lit blonde babes with fake boobs fingering each other's hairless vaginas most likely still wearing their 6 inch stiletto heels. Nothing ever happens, no matter how hard I want to orgasm. I almost always end up watching gay porn.
By Harriet Gutierrez8 years ago in Filthy
Winter Is Cumming: You Can Buy Jon Snow's Penis With This 'Game Of Thrones' Sex Toy
Whether you prefer it in your Old Town or your Flea Bottom, there is no denying that HBO's Game of Thrones appeals to randy romancers who want something more than Christian Grey banging you over a desk. For seven steamy seasons, we have seen more Casterly Cocks and Dragonbones than I care to count, which has lead to many a late night of me polishing my valyrian steel over the pages of #GeorgeRRMartin's books. However, with just one season of the epic saga left, how will our thirst for Dorne porn be covered when HBO discards its audiences like the seed of a Baratheon bastard in a used lambskin?
By Tom Chapman8 years ago in Filthy
Her, Her Friend, and Me!
My tongue made its way to her clit, soliciting a gorgeous gasp and shudder through her body. The warmth of being so close to her pussy, and the soft, moistness I could feel on my lips was intoxicating. The weight of her body as it was perched above my face was lovely. This was right where I wanted to be, underneath her, licking her, loving every second of it.
By Jeff Watson8 years ago in Filthy