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Most recently published stories in Filthy.
Dream Of Ecstasy
We stood there face to face for the first time in ten years, he looked better than ever before. The last time we saw each other, we were in elementary school and ten years old. He's older than me by two months but he was always in control whenever we were together. Who knew that it would spill over into adulthood and at the age of twenty I would still be holding on to his every word following him around like a small puppy. Everything about Jaylin screamed control and I loved every second of it. It was something about him now that just sent my senses into second gear. Having him standing in my presence I felt honored and undeserving all at once.
By Shay Casey8 years ago in Filthy
Sex Files: Brittany 2, Visiting for the Weekend
Brittany and I had a number of run-ins, only a few of which you will get to read about. This next one is kind of odd in a way..but satisfying all the same. I worked out a weekend for me and Brittany to hangout, she had her daughter with her of course, but I didn't mind it. We set up a her pack n play in the walk in closet of my room and, well, it just worked. So I got her back to the house, unpacked and set everything up for Anna (Daughter). Then basically spent the first night cuddling with each other. At least for a few hours or so.
By Zachery Lee8 years ago in Filthy
Head In The Clouds Part 2
Chills went through my body at the thought of King's big strong hands on my soft smooth skin as we made passionate love on his custom California king bed. King was my dream guy but unfortunately, I got stuck with the second best, his brother Shawn. They were just so different sometimes it irritated me. My means of pleasure were interrupted by Shawn coming in to tell me that he and Tray were going to see King about some business. I already knew what that meant, Shawn used King as a pawn to see if he still can pull girls so I decided to throw him off.
By Shay Casey8 years ago in Filthy
A Day in the Life of a Wife Led Marriage
Those who have read my articles before know that I advocate female-led relationships and the feminisation of husbands and boyfriends as the route to harmony and love. This article looks at a typical Saturday in my own marriage where I wear the trousers, metaphorically and sometimes physically and my husband doesn't. Our lifestyle is unusual by current standards but nevertheless results in an extremely loving, affectionate and harmonious relationship where arguments and discord have all but ceased. I would argue therefore this shows that my untypical lifestyle is a blueprint for the future. Here is an overview of a typical weekend day in our life with some of my thoughts thrown in.
By Alexa Martinez8 years ago in Filthy
Promise To Be Tender: Part Five
I looked at the silver band on my left ring finger. It was enough to keep most women away. Kris was different. Kris knew the truth, that the relationship was over, and the divorce had happened years ago. But, she also knew the love was still in me, and that woman could call me away to be hurt all over again. Kris and I were close enough friends for her to know I had never planned to love again. I wasn't over the one that had lasted half my life. Fuck! Fuck!
By LP Steinbeck8 years ago in Filthy
Visions of the Succubus
A tall, robed figure crouched low to light the final candle. The man was named Vorn, the province's resident warlock. He rose slowly, and surveyed his work, his deep hazel eyes and sharp features examined the occult sigils drawn in chalk on the wooden floor with meticulous precision. Then, finding it all to his satisfaction, in a deep sonorous voice, Vorn began to chant the ritual incantation—
By Diana Aalto8 years ago in Filthy
Submission Is Not Weakness
To begin with, I have no more psychological issues than the everyday person. I was neither sexually abused at any point in my life nor do I suffer from any form of sexual disorder: I am completely capable of enjoying a sexual encounter without the aid of BDSM. I also knew early on that my sexual preferences were anything but traditional. Becoming excited over the scent and feel of smoothed rubber was a dead giveaway.
By Tara Roberts8 years ago in Filthy
Kidnapped By Pirates
Vanessa de Berry was watching the sunset one evening while she was walking on the beach. She saw a ship floating towards shore. She had heard of pirates all her life, but she'd always thought it was a myth. She heard that they did anything and got whoever they wanted. She noticed it was dark and the ship was getting closer.
By Angel Schooley8 years ago in Filthy
Sex Files: Part 8, Aimee
Back in that school I had only actually had sex with 2 girls, although there were more than a few I would have if given the opportunity. I guess you could say I actually dated 1, but for the most part, any of the girls I was with usually hung out in my bed whenever they came around. I'm particularly proud of this one though cause, for YEARS, I was the only guy she had sex with. Mostly because, after I took her virginity, she decided she was a lesbian because sex with guys hurt too much.
By Zachery Lee8 years ago in Filthy
