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Most recently published stories in Filthy.
Stress Relief
Stan was in the kitchen preparing dinner when Dara came storming into the house. Throwing her bag and keys on the side table she stalked into the kitchen, and straight to where he had an open bottle of wine on the counter. Pouring a large glass, she downed half of it before turning to face him.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
Lesbian erotics
“I was born knowing how to do this,” Cassandra purrs after licking Traci’s pussy through a dental dam all the way to her first orgasm of the night. She later shows me the sticker posted in her locker at the Hustler Club where she works: Girls Eat Pussy Better.
By Nina Ferrari5 years ago in Filthy
Hauntings
I saw you once and now places echo you. Nothing more than a chance meeting. When I look at those places I still see you. In a parking lot, a grocery store. That is the problem with a memory like mine. For the last two years they have all been reminders of lovers past turned to memories of pain by those I should be able to trust.
By Justice for All5 years ago in Filthy
My Filthy Mind
Before I start, don't dare tell me that you don't have a dirty mind. Yes...I mean you, standing by the fridge and thinking "That cucumber is thicker than my mans dick!" or "My female crushes nipples taste as good as those cherries look." You cant tell me that you people who write the filthiest stories have not been there, because in order to write a filthy story in the first place, one must have a filthy imagination, and please, do excuse me (or not!), but I do have a very filthy mind when it comes to both men and women, and to you embarrassed to read this, I stick my tongue out and say "Nah! nah! nah! I'm too hot to handle for you!"
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Filthy
JULIAN HOLDS COURT
Ttsp. Ttsp. Ttsp. Ttsp. The jump rope circled Julian and he hopped over it every time it landed under his feet. Dianette stared at him out her garden level unit bedroom window as sweat collected around her onyx tresses. Above her, in the courtyard, his massive bulge dangled from behind the veil of the gray jogging pants he wore. The matching hoodie shielded his now sweaty upper body from the fall elements. He had just woken up. She had just made it home. And 7:12 a.m. found them both getting a workout.
By Mario Hassell5 years ago in Filthy
Hot Summer Bods 2021 Pt. 4
The United States just celebrated its independence and the summer is hot. Back in 2019 it was just a "Hot Girl Summer" but this year everybody is hot with some of these temperatures. On Instagram, many of our favorite athletes and entertainers are bringing the heat as they drop the hottest posts showing off the best summer bods on the planet.
By Winners Only5 years ago in Filthy
Macy Portela, Part One: Compulsion
I had already been on the patio once. Not smoking; decompressing, watching a couple of guys with acoustic guitars set up on the far side, getting a weird look from Derek (Party’s on the other side, dude.) and taking deep breaths. The cook, smelling like the kitchen, walked to me, greeted me, shook my hand. I put my hand in my right pocket.
By Conrad Ilesia5 years ago in Filthy
Sibling rivalry (nsfw)
I’m the oldest, a guy with 3 younger sisters, well 4 if I include my step sister which I will. Our parents divorced when my blood sisters and I left home. My mum stayed single and joined lots of groups, making lots of friends and staying busy.
By Alan Barker5 years ago in Filthy
Plug Me in and Watch Me Suck
I was in my early twenties when I met my first solo orgasm. I remember how sexy I was feeling. The need to release sexual tension and become more intimately aware of my sexuality was intense. So, I moistened my fingers with saliva before sliding my hand between my thighs, parting my lady bits to find the tip of my clitoris. I stroked, caressed, and teased her with a focus on my little “love button” as I connected with the euphoric waves of ecstasy. The wetter I got, the more aroused I became, but the experience didn’t last. I climaxed within a matter of seconds. Still, I felt as if I’d exposed a buried part of myself, and I did. Unfortunately, it was the part of me that associated the act of self-pleasure with shame.
By Kim Petersen5 years ago in Filthy
