Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Filthy.
The Tights That Bind
As soon as we’d checked in and taken the lift up to our room on the top floor, he had poured us both a glass of the prosecco that was waiting for our arrival. We’d barely finished that first glass when he’d wound his free arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. I had felt his growing hardness against my hip, and saw the fire in his eyes. Within minutes we had each other naked and he had made soft, sweet love to me. It was beautiful and slow, a tender reconnecting after a few weeks without any real sexual contact, and it made me feel warm and adored.
By Jupiter Grant5 years ago in Filthy
Business and Pleasure Pt3
They had finally got out of the room after ravaging each other once again! Lance and Star decided to see the great city and see all of that it had to offer! Laughing and joking with each other as they manuevered around town, they grabbed a quick bite to eat and then saw that there was boat tour that was starting shortly so they hurried to find the dock, buy their tickets and board the boat! They could see the dock in sight when the sky fell out once again! They had experienced this before during their first conference together! They shook it off, laughing reminiscing of thier first encounter with rain, and continued to run to the dock and purchase their tickets!
By More Than Words5 years ago in Filthy
Tales of Bette: Tuesday, Wednesday, Mark's Day (Abridged)
The full version Bette was excited for Winter Spirit Week. Tuesday's costume day was Haunted Horror, dressing as Wednesday Addams. She wore a grey button up shirt with her black scoop-neck shirt over it. She wore a black skirt that went to her mid-thigh, black tights, and black Mary Jane shoes. She had pale skin, but powdered herself extra pale, wore black eyeliner, mascara, burgundy lipstick and nail polish. She wore a necklace with a little green bottle pendant that looked like poison. For her crowning glory: two braids along the side of her head. Mark would go wild for her look. He always had a thing for Wednesday Addams. They were 18 and having sex the last couple weeks, there was no telling how he would react.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her5 years ago in Filthy
Deep Impact
“Oh my darling, how I’ve dreamt of this moment,” he murmured in her ear as he tied the strip of cloth over her mouth, and pressed her hands firmly on the bedframe. With a soft kiss on the top of her head, he ran his fingers up the inside of her legs, pulled her little silk skirt up around her waist, and slid one of the pillows under her hips. Her bottom was instantly raised and pert, the round cheeks just begging for his ministrations and sweet chastisements.
By Jupiter Grant5 years ago in Filthy
There Is No Such Thing as Extra Sex
"Sex is like air; it's not important unless you aren't getting any." — John Callahan With all the chaos in the world, my spouse and I have figured out how to keep our sex life in balance, or at least I thought we had. Being locked in with your significant other for 24 hours a day, seven days a week, can become uninspiring in the bedroom. There are the small (and big) things your partner does that get on your last nerve. Nevertheless, we have kept it hot, but it takes work.
By Toni Crowe5 years ago in Filthy
The Hunger
I want him. I want him so much. He’s absolutely gorgeous. From the second I first laid eyes on him, I have fantasized about him. Imagined what his kiss would feel like, the sensation of his hand cupping my chin as he lowers his face to mine and presses his lips to my mouth. Imagined how his tongue would feel as he uses it to gently part my lips, coaxing mine with languorous swirling and sliding movements. I’ve dreamed about his hands pressing me against him, at the waist at first, then down to my hips, before cupping my bottom as he nudges his growing erection against my groin. The sweet, delicious pleasure of his fingers unzipping my skirt and easing it down my legs, before returning to my panties and creeping their way under my waistband.
By Jupiter Grant5 years ago in Filthy
The Birthday Gift
“Happy birthday,” he said, opening his bathrobe. “Here’s your first present.” From his groin emerged an erection, a shiny ribbon wound around it like bandages on an Egyptian mummy. Against his pubic hair nestled an elaborate bow, which glinted in the light as he stepped towards the bed, wiggling his hips.
By Jupiter Grant5 years ago in Filthy
Mr. Kingsley
So what does a Billionaire have that I can't sleep my way to get? That's what Stella Henry thought as she slept between the legs of her regular client. Fortunately, her life is about to hit a 180 when she wakes up next to the dashing Donovan Kingsley, the hotel and casino billionaire, and the owner of the escort company she's currently employed.
By Elaine Barnes 5 years ago in Filthy






