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Most recently published stories in Filthy.
The Sexual Misadventures of Pandora
Although I was in an unfamiliar place, I found comfort in awakening to things that were familiar to me – like the smell of curtains blowing a light linen scent all over the room and the sound of the rain lightly caressing the ground. Just then, I heard the faint laughter of a couple stopping right under my window pane. So, I closed my eyes to listen to their exchange – In my mind they were walking hand-in-hand. You see, I have this way of sensing things even when I cannot see them. I turn my thoughts back to hearing the sexy raspiness of the way she laughed and the masculine tone to the way he said her name and I imagine they are completely and utterly in lust for one another.
By Stella Nova8 years ago in Filthy
Secret Meeting
She tried not to notice how his eyes were undressing her. And she tried not to like it. She didn't know him, but the ache between her legs told her she wanted to. His youthful face and dapper-like posture made him stand out in the crowded hotel lobby. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him approaching her. His scent causing her cheeks to turn red. He smelled like sin. A sin she'd be more than happy to commit.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Zephyr The Vandal Part 2
Gran Seraf Memories towered over me in the form of a granite archway trimmed with white gold and held fast by four pewter columns. Just beyond the impressive stone entrance was an elaborately framed mahogany double door that stood at least four feet above me. For a moment, I was again a sixteen year old girl; adjusting my misshapen bra, looking up at the monstrous wooden gates as if they would open on their own. I placed one palm against the resin coated beads that decorated the wood carved ribbon sloping down from top to middle. It may sound strange that I felt at home while entering a plush bathhouse known for decadence, corruption, and sexual deviance, but the world had left my younger self with little or no choice. My options included homelessness, incarceration, or quite possibly a rancid life of random unwanted pregnancies. Perhaps I could have subjected myself to an American street life of poverty and illegal substances shared with the dregs. Even more “ghetto fabulous” would have been a careless drowning into the pitfalls of uninspired, unmotivated, cowardly, abusive pimps. I could have lent myself to the care of one lucky ponce so that he could barely generate any income, break bread with vagrants, and pay for their protection with my ungracefully aging husk of a soulless human shell.
By Shadowstar Boxer8 years ago in Filthy
Watching Porn With My Partner
After carrying out nearly all the sexual fantasies with my partner that we had talked about, we moved on to the next one, watching porn together. We have tried all the sex positions we discussed, we have tried some gentle bondage and a few other things besides. In the last couple of days, we moved onto the porn. We have both watched porn on our own and this was the first time we have watched with anyone else. We both have our favourite websites to find films on and have used them to pick random sex scenes.
By ASHLEY SMITH8 years ago in Filthy
Need Me: Part 1
This wouldn't be the first time I snuck into the office after hours to get some work done. But I had to get the mountain full of paperwork on my desk over with by morning and since I over-extended my vacation for the sole purpose of taking some mental days off to regain my sanity, I only had me to blame for it.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Surprise Encounter
He walked into her work, knowing the layout since their lunch a few weeks ago. She was just getting off work and He knew she had some time today because she was supposed to go shopping after work. She even walked right past Him, lost in her own little world trying to rush out and get everything done since it was so close to the holidays. A little upset that she had just walked right past Him, He quickly turned around and was on her heels.
By Amanda Tucker8 years ago in Filthy
Don't Label Me: Part 2
I want to clear something up from my last piece about labels. I worry that my ideas were taken incorrectly, I do not want anyone to think I don’t support the LGBTQ+/Queer community. I do support them, full heartedly and with all that I am. I support you, I support them and I support us. Forever and always.
By Emma Bukovsky8 years ago in Filthy
Chemistry
The emotional turmoil that expanded throughout his body increased as he sang his last note and his gaze caught hers in the crowd. Everyone in the audience applauded for them, cheering and hollering. He was proud of the progress the band was making, even if it meant playing music for small events. Music was in his blood, his favorite outlet. Even though he loved the adrenaline singing in front of crowds gave him, the rush of blood and lust filling his veins at the moment were all caused by her.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Pan and Proud
I want to talk about sexuality. I grew up in a religious family where the only option was to be a heterosexual man or woman in the church. Being ‘gay’ was a myth. The idea of lesbianism was a perverse impossibility made up by the porn industry. And there wasn’t a stratosphere where bi-sexuality, trans, or queer people existed, these were just terms thrown out of the air to make abominations feel better about their life choices.
By Jenny Vidler8 years ago in Filthy
