Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Filthy.
Magic for the Millionaire
He watched her as she left the ballroom and ascended the stairs. She glanced toward the dance floor, then turned away with the slightest smile on her lips. She’d worked hard to put everything together for the event. He knew she considered herself just another member of his staff. The truth was he’d been looking at her far differently for years.
By Kate Benoit4 years ago in Filthy
Quincy's Question
She had always wondered, ya know, what it would be like. She had heard stories. She knew people who had really liked it. Her boyfriend at the time though just wasn't into it, or even interested at all. She was though. She was more and more interested as time went on.
By Karen LaRue4 years ago in Filthy
Do You Remember The First Time You Played Strip Poker?
There are some common rites of passage that, I am sad to say, I never experienced as a kid. I was a late bloomer. My first kiss came late. My first sexual experiences — embarrassingly late. So, for those who know me well, it would not come as a surprise that the first time I was invited to participate in a game of strip poker — under a pool table at a friend’s 14th birthday party — I ran upstairs and watched TV rather than risk having to get undressed in front of my friends.
By Chai Steeves4 years ago in Filthy
Sexual Materialism
In 1973 Chögyam Trungpa wrote the confronting text Cutting Through Spiritual Materialism. He saw eastern religions such as buddhism becoming increasingly popular in western countries, but being adopted with superficial and inferior intentions. He saw converts grasping spirituality as a solid construct, seeking to own it, improve it and display it to the world. Almost 50 years later, his words ring true for the physical manifestation of our spirituality - our sexuality.
By Belinda Tobin4 years ago in Filthy
Lovely night
Zack The overhead lights go out, and the club would be in total darkness if not for the recessed lights that edge the perimeter of the stage. I slouch down in my seat, pulling my ball cap lower over my forehead. This causes me to have to tilt my head back a little bit farther to watch the show but keeps my face better obscured. The beard I’d been growing for the past four months I’m sure helps to hide my fame as well.
By Tanya Sharma 4 years ago in Filthy
Dark Hearts Desire
The way she glided across the floor with elegance and grace was mesmerizing. Like fine a wine giving a gentle wave of relaxation through my body. Her long, tight, deep red dress fit her snug and provided an outline of her voluptuous figure, caressing every curve. She had the perfect, hourglass coming towards me like a predator just in reach of her prey. She brought such ease and solace to my mind and body just with her presence. She licked and bit her bottom lip. Her deep gaze into my eyes were hungry and I could feel a fire starting from my core. Her moist lips parted and teased inches from mine. I wanted to pull her into my body and kiss her hard and possessively. My heart yearned for her, I felt instantly possessive and deeply in love. I went to grab her....
By Freya Steele4 years ago in Filthy
The Truth Comes Out
Seth's fifth birthday was in the middle of June, and we had a party for him at the pizza place with the arcade. I invited Cara, his cousins Rachelle and Duncan, the Shikov children, and several others. Fortunately, Maxim and I were both able to get the day off, so we loaded the kids into the car and drove to the restaurant. Seth was so excited that he did a little dance in the parking lot before we went in.
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Filthy
My Sore Butt
Morgan recovered from her operation quickly and was fine within several days. Spring break came, and Seth was out of school for a week. On our days off, Maxim and I tried to keep him busy with trips to the park, the zoo, and movies. On Friday I bought baskets full of candy for the kids and a couple dozen eggs to dye different colors for an Easter egg hunt. I spent most of Saturday evening boiling and dying them and sitting them in holders to dry.
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Filthy
Happy Anniversary
Christmas dinner was at Mom and Dad's the following day. All of us got tons of nice things, and nicest of all were the little clay rocking horse ornaments with their names on them that Mom had made for the twins. "They're gorgeous!" I exclaimed. "I'm gonna keep them forever."
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Filthy
