Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Filthy.
Stop Being Nasty to Predators and Perverts
Here's an interesting little thought-exercise to get your brain woken up: Predators Why is the term, 'sexual predator' used, pretty much exclusively, as an accusatory and derogatory term? What, when you really bother to think about it, is actually wrong with being a sexual predator? Since the dawn of mankind, people have gone on the hunt for a sexual partner. They've had to. The survival of the species depends on such activities. Aren't nearly all of us sexual predators at some time in our lives? Don't nearly all of us, in our own ways, try to hunt down and ensnare a sexual partner?
By Robert Jameson5 years ago in Filthy
Nothing to say at all
The beautiful summer day was somehow different this time. Climate change has been playing with us lately, making vine crops not produce same as last year. Craig was concerned, perhaps the crop was not delivering producing at least over last year’s crop.
By Chacha Jaramillo5 years ago in Filthy
Control
We walked up the wooden stairs to the deck, and I unlocked the door to my apartment. While I turned the cold, brass handle, I felt the blade of his right index finger trace the curve of my right ass cheek from hip to thigh. “Oh fuck,” I thought, biting my lower lip and walking through the door into my small one bedroom apartment, “I'm so ready for this.”
By Jocelynn Carothers5 years ago in Filthy
My Husband Needed Some Female Guidance
This story is a work of erotic fiction and is intended for adults 18+. My husband Eric is well-intentioned, if a bit lazy. Complacent may be the best word for it, and this has applied in the bedroom maybe more than anywhere else throughout our marriage.
By Elle A. Wild5 years ago in Filthy
The Submissive Girlfriend Experience..
She wondered what it would be like to have the fantasy come true...She was the kinda girl that would make sure the kids were watching something while the dinosaur chicken nuggets and fries were cooking, and grab him for a few minutes in the laundry room. The kids were good for a few minutes and she had been craving him all day..missing him touching her skin. She had given him a kiss when he had gotten home, made sure dinner was in the oven, and pulled him to her and whispered in his ear, "Please.." He knew exactly what she meant. She popped in on the kids to make sure they had a few minutes of privacy.
By Justice for All5 years ago in Filthy
Lesbian Fantasy (Chap. 2)
The bed was gold with golden sheets. The room smelled of expensive Bath and Body Works. In her silk underwear and Victoria Secret bra Shiya is peering out the door to the hotel room. “Be the look out!” a scared and timid Lolly musters. “I am I am, a clearly frustrated Shiya walks over to her “Ya know he’s not going to find you here... with me.” She says as she pulls at Lolly’s bra strap. Making it fall to her shoulders. This was all a too familiar feeling Lolly being here with her. Lolly dives her nose into the crook of Shiya’s neck. Smelling her scent on her sweet soft breast. She quivers as she kisses both nipples, sucking them into her mouth. Shiya gasps as her head goes backwards.” I want her. I need her. I would take her now before the feeling was gone.” But in the back of Lolly’s mind all she could think was how Jonas her husband would never know how she took Shiya her into her mouth. Her sweet wet cum dripping off her lips like a melting popsicle.
By PoetsCloset5 years ago in Filthy
Working From Home
Dara stood in front of the mirror, turning from side to side staring at the new baby doll nightgown, wondering what he would think of it. The dark green silk was sheer, casting shadows that showed off the outline of the swell of her breasts, and hips. And the black lace accents gave it just the right touch of elegance. They hadn’t had a lot of time together lately, with both their work schedules being so crazy, and she was feeling very needy. Though she wanted the surprise to be about him too. Stan’s business was highly successful, and he worked extremely hard to keep it that way, sometimes it even seemed like he took on the stress of everyone under him. Would he like it? She wondered, or would he still have too much work to do? She fluffed up her hair with a huffing sigh, why did she make herself so crazy? And goodness knows she probably drove him nuts, but she couldn’t seem to stop. Right now, she wanted to be petted and spanked. She wanted to be fucked hard, and made to cum over and over, but she also just wanted to curl up and be held and cuddled doing absolutely nothing. Time to stop over thinking things, and go find her Daddy, and see what he wanted.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
Divine Feminine
I closed the door to the bathroom, and stood by the sink - examining my face in the mirror, eyes narrowed as I absorbed my features one at a time. Bright blue eyes shone cornflower flecked with silver beneath mascara-coated lashes, my overly expressive brows knit together, my critical face looking more angry than anything. And that anger was solely directed at myself, I had no right to be here in nothing but an oversized tee shirt, lusting after the woman in the bedroom I'd just left...the woman that fascinated me so deeply. No right at all. My fingers ran absently through my pin straight auburn hair, it was fine like silk thread, and just as soft. I took a deep breath to center myself, wiped my forehead and under my eyes with a damp washcloth, and walked back into the bedroom.
By Jocelynn Carothers5 years ago in Filthy
Chapters
The phone rang several times… At first I didn’t hear it, once I answered all I heard was loud breathing and then a deep sexy accent. “Hello there baby girl, I have been thinking about you all day whilst at work. And talking to you via text it always makes me so hard.. I very much like the idea that I can get you wet with just words. It makes What I can do with my tongue and fingers so very much more enticing. I would love to make you edge, to make you so close to exploding on my tongue that I can feel you start to tense up, then stop you with a quick smack to your clit, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to make you moan, and to repeat it enough that your Pussy is aching for release. I long to wrap my fingers in your hair, to force your head back and slide my tongue down your throat where it belongs. I’d love make sure that you know just how much I want you, I’d start with your lips, I’d stroke them with my fingers, I’d gently kiss them whilst you feel my hands move along your shoulders n down to your breasts.” Mmm so warm n such smooth milky skin you have.
By Melina simpson5 years ago in Filthy








