Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Filthy.

Loving Winter
After two months together Winter had rung me at work, for the first time, and told me I had to be at hers at exactly seven o'clock. When I asked why she had just whispered don't be late, before hanging up the phone.
By J S Morbius4 years ago in Filthy
Do you think you could handle it?
Do you think you could handle it? He left the room while she laid in the bed watching him walk to the bathroom. He was tall, stalky in stature. His shoulders strong with arms that matched. He wore only his jeans that hung a little off of him. She admired this gorgeous man as he walked away from her.
By Teresa Hemingway 4 years ago in Filthy
It's Been a Few Months Since I've Given it Up.
Am I horny for it? I am getting there. Sometimes as a woman, it feels like we are just there to please our partners. I had been feeling overwhelmed and overburdened by responsibilities and needed to tap out (no pun intended)of the physical aspects of my relationship. I felt like I had nothing left to give and asked for space.
By Melissa Steussy4 years ago in Filthy
Keep writing, my dear
Her Seated in the chair I try to maintain my calmness. Still can’t believe she accepted my invitation! It is a long way from Vancouver to Dubai, and she agreed. All those years of messages exchanged through social media, desires shared of what I want to do to her… she is the only one I have ever trusted with my most unconventional imaginations, my wants. I could have never opened up to anyone else like that without the fear of facing judgment and ridicule. Not even my wife. I didn’t even know this until most recently myself, when she asked me in one of our messages, “why me?” It caught me off guard, I couldn’t answer right away so I pardoned myself: “can I get back to you on this, I want to articulate my answer properly before I blurb something insensitive?” As expected, she was very understanding and I took entire weekend to gather my thoughts. I messaged her on Monday morning, “In answer to your question. You feel like a safe space for me. From day one it has felt to me like our frequencies are aligned. I can't think of a better way to articulate that. You've seen into me in a way that does not often happen, especially with someone you've never been in the physical presence of.” That was my epiphany, I trust her, even though I’ve never met her.
By Sasha Heer 4 years ago in Filthy
Pretty Please - 2/2
The grin on your face makes me want to defy you again, but I’m already in position, and I want it so badly. So I glare a little before drawing my eyes to the bed in front of me and then lower myself further onto your dick with a slow, gyrating motion. You hiss softly as I impale myself fully and bounce a few times. Your hands find my ass in an attempt to guide my movements, but I remember what you want.
By Mari C. Rohweder4 years ago in Filthy
Phone Sex, Collect Call
"Hello, darlin.'" "So good to hear your voice! Where are you?" "I'm sitting on the bed in the motel room with the lights off. I was thinking of an outfit you have that is one of my favorites."
By Geri McKenzie4 years ago in Filthy
Texas Faith
Chapter 2 Damarquis sat in a back booth where he could still see out the window of Mae’s Diner. He was glad that it was open 24/7, so he could watch for trouble when the bar across the street let out. Damarquis didn't have much trouble out of the locals. He stood 6 foot 7 inches and is moderately built. His size alone kept many from getting unruly. However, those who came in from the neighboring towns and started to cause trouble, he would use the dark to sneak up behind them. His midnight-black skin allowed him to blend in with the shadows.
By Robyn Dhungana4 years ago in Filthy
Twenty Year Reunion Part 1
I would by lying if I said I wasn’t waiting for this day. A perfect excuse to go up to the school and walk around. Twenty years later, Jesus. How pathetic am I? Let’s not roll down that rabbit hole. I’ll probably get stuck, and it’ll be headfirst.
By Rosetta Foster4 years ago in Filthy
Pretty Please - 1/2
I knock on the door three times. When you answer, your eyes immediately take in my appearance from head to toe. I swallow hard at the hunger in your eyes when they meet mine after taking in my short skirt and high heels.
By Mari C. Rohweder4 years ago in Filthy
Verbal Humiliation without Body Shaming
There may be a place for consensual body shaming within a D/s dynamic, but I’d like to explore alternative ways to humiliate without reverting to body shaming, specifically as an effort to avoid misogyny, homophobia, transphobia and ableism. It does involve getting creative and challenging yourself as a Domme. If this resonates with you, I hope you’ll try to incorporate some of it into your practice.
By Bam Kizbee4 years ago in Filthy
A Mysterious Calling
A bright sunny afternoon, the sun is glistening off of the melted ice chunks that have taken over the sidewalk, a shadow can be seen looming over the ponds of water that have formed.
By Rodney McGill4 years ago in Filthy
A LOVE STORY ALL ITS OWN
The pros and cons of the Phoenix and MPC Self tends to get in the way of who we really are at times. Phoenix always believed in love, but she still had some serious issues that needed to be resolved. Self did put up a fight, but Phoenix changed all that. Phoenix didn’t mentally kill herself, but she just put her in a mental box and closed it with a lock and key.
By Theresa Evans4 years ago in Filthy