Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Filthy.
Robbing the Cradle
He was the first person I saw when I arrived. Or rather, he was the first I noticed. He wasn’t extraordinarily handsome and far from “hot,” but there was a charm that radiated off him like a seismic wave. His wide, doe eyes and the uncertainty within them showed his youth. Soft, bouncing, brown curls framed his face and enticed me to touch them…to pull them. Beneath his button nose was a sparse mustache clearly aimed at presenting himself as more mature than he actually was.
By Lemar Scott 4 years ago in Filthy
It's Her Birthday
It’s Kati’s birthday! Yay! Time to celebrate. We’re all going out for dinner, then hitting a bar for a few drinks before heading to Kati’s house for more private fun. Marcus and I are gonna get ready and uber to the restaurant. We’ll all walk to the bar after dinner, then catch an Uber to Kati’s place.
By Tuesday Daily4 years ago in Filthy
Daddy's toy
Before I tell you my story, let me introduce myself to all you wonderful people. To vanilla people my name is trinity, because my first middle and last all begin with T . Now for those of us in kink world, I am toy and have been so for a decade. People when they first meet me go "awww she is so cute and quiet ", but honey let me tell you the worst is being compared to a kitten( which is another of my blasted nicknames).
By Kia T Cooper-Erbst4 years ago in Filthy
Friends with Benefits
What a morning. Now, it’s time for everyone to go about their day; Megan is going to go see her mom since her parents are divorced, Mr. Barker is meeting up with a few of his friends for some Saturday fun, and I’m going to go say hi to an old friend with benefits.
By Tuesday Daily4 years ago in Filthy
Stranger, like me
I remember the first time I fucked a complete stranger. I remember being done and bolting off his bed, pulling my jeans on while looking for my underwear. “There!” As I picked them up off the floor tucking them in my back pocket like a dirty rag. Then, turning around in that dense awkward stench heading towards the door… “Hey” his voice like the sound a train would make in a cartoon. “Here you go” he said, as if I had just won a prize. This guy had somehow; in lightning time speed, managed to write down his name and number on a crinkled up napkin.
By daniel delgado4 years ago in Filthy








