Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Filthy.
Learning to be Okay
I've been single for six years. Alone in the world wondering just how I would ever learn to trust someone enough again to ever develop an intimate relationship. I've been in some super shitty relationships that have left me wanting to spend more time becoming a born-again virgin or a celibate nun. Lord have mercy on a middle-aged woman's soul here.
By Doreen Barker4 years ago in Filthy
Keep Me Calm - Chapter 1/50
FOREWORD This story in set in an alternate universe (AU) where humans have a 'secondary gender' - also known as ABO dynamics. These secondary genders can release pheromones and likewise can also pick up on other smells that are emitted by others. They can use this to sense danger, arousal, happiness ect.
By Hadley Alice4 years ago in Filthy
Poirier
The Ambassador would not quit talking. Going on and on about this "excellent opportunity" that most women would "die for". In the French court everyone was always so . . . dramatic. The hair, the makeup, the over-frosted cakes, even the orgasms had to be so over the top it was hard to take them seriously most of the time. We continued to stroll through the courtyard past the pear trees and the rose bushes. When I was younger, I would pick one of the pears right off the tree and eat them. But I was not allowed to do that now.
By Jessica Bugg4 years ago in Filthy
White-hot
Thunder cracked nearby; lightening flashed through the windows. The scent of clean, crisp rain came through the half-opened window. She couldn’t sleep, the book she was reading got under her skin. A lusty, romance novel, cheesy but hot, her favorite genre. She was a little buzzed after two glasses of Moscato. Her skin tingled and hummed; she was on fire. Her body was on high alert, her clit ached and throbbed with desire. She wouldn’t be able to rest, he had to be up soon for work but she needed him.
By Fluffy Adams. 4 years ago in Filthy
If only...(Part 2)
How is it that you are so completely irresistible to me? Whatever it is about you, I simply cannot deny it—my body wants yours, on a deep, instinctual, animal level. I am flooded with need for your warm pussy wrapped around my hard dick, need to fill you with all of me. This craving, this fiery, desperate need for you, to take you, please you, make you and keep you mine, it's all I can think of.
By Victor Vibes4 years ago in Filthy
The Juice Runs Sweet Down Your Chin
He was perfect. Desiree met Patrick in the usual place: the club on the corner of First and Main was always bursting with patrons. He was knocking back a fireball shot and laughing loud and raucous at something the man next to him said. Desiree, wearing a short red skirt that complimented her dusky brown skin, licked the sugar on the rim of her cup and eyed him.
By Raistlin Allen4 years ago in Filthy
ICOY 2
I rush to a green apple and dark wood kitchen, feeling my pounding heartbeat. I grab a used pot from the cluttered sink, and kneel on the floor, having a sentimental struggle. "Fuck! " I grunt, taking in a shuddering breath, before placing my phone on the floor and using the pot in my other hand to demolish it. I bang the screen in five times, hearing the glass shatter, seeing the metal under-workings.
By Starbucks Quxxn4 years ago in Filthy
The VIP Booth
Stepping out of the cab, Madi linked arms with her friend, Connie, and the two of them walked towards the entrance of the prestigious night club. Both of them were dressed to the nines, Connie in a sequin body con dress that hugged her entire body, showing off her small frame and Madi in a black wrap dress with a plunging necklace, extenuating her curves and large chest. Connie’s boss was a VIP and had gotten her and one guest on the list for the evening, so after giving the bouncer her name, Connie and Madi bypassed the massive line of people waiting to get in and were welcomed into the club.
By Jo. Schmidt4 years ago in Filthy
How Emotions Control Sex. Top Story - August 2021.
Emotions control sex. They determine what we want in bed, how much we enjoy the sex, and if we even want it at all. As a sex therapist, this is something I remind my clients of all the time. Because it’s easily forgotten.
By Leigh Norén4 years ago in Filthy
