Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Filthy.
Sex and the Self-Defeating Single Girl
I haven’t had a whole lot of sex in my lifetime. I mean, I’ve had isolated periods of a lot of sex when I’ve been in an intimate relationship with the person I’ve been shagging, but I haven’t had a lot of partners. I can, in fact, count my sexual partners on one hand.
By Jupiter Grant5 years ago in Filthy
AFFAIR OF THE HEART
P lacing my forefinger on top of my full red lips, I signalled for my parents to stay still and quiet. Tactfully removing my house keys from the side pocket of my pale brown leather jacket, I called upon my 'ninja skills' and unlocked the entrance door as discreetly and silently as possible.
By Lady Lavinia Dasani5 years ago in Filthy
Playful Baby Girl
Stan was sitting at the table as he watched her walk into the kitchen. She had on a short spaghetti strap dress a rich burnt orange color that highlighted and showed off more of her pale skin then it covered. The skirt flared around her hips with the hem ending scant inches past the curve of her firm round ass. His eyes scanned down her bare back, over her barely covered ass. The view making him shift in his chair as he pictured those long pale legs with the strappy four-inch heels wrapped around his waist as he drove her slowly mad with pleasure. Stan’s eyes moved back up her body and he stared at her with a frown as she downed the first large glass of wine, and then poured another.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
New Years
“Hey, you made it!” I said to Teo as he walked into my apartment on New Years'. I went up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a big hug. I was a few ciders in and feeling fucking hot. I was wearing a mid-riff top and skirt with a slit down the side. It was a warm New Years being mid-summer and I was going to enjoy every moment of heat today. “Can I get you a drink?” I offered.
By Blondie_Sprinkles5 years ago in Filthy
Freaky Elon
FREAKY ELON By: H.M. Ortiz PART 1 – DOG FOOD Is ten a.m. and my alarm keeps snoozing and all I can think of it’s her. I wonder if she made it, I really hope she did I thought to myself while I scratched another mark on the bottom of the bunk bed above me. So far is been three weeks. Still feels like it happened yesterday. The air is now starting to clear out; we can at least see some sunlight however we must still wear these stupid gas masks, so annoying…
By H.M. Ortiz5 years ago in Filthy
The heart-shaped locket
(Music playing through my headphones) Jeux sans frontières Jeux sans frontières I chuckled to myself, thinking about all the times I sang those words incorrectly. Those pithy lyrics transcending time. I proceeded my ascent up the now defunct nuclear reactor to serve as night watchman, trying desperately to reign in the myriad of feelings washing over me. Powerful and vivid as the day it happened. The day the face of humanity spun on its head and changed forever.
By Natalie Martin 5 years ago in Filthy
Maid of (Dis)Honor
I was never much of a dancer. I can bust some freestyle moves on a nightclub dance-floor should the occasion call for it, but when it comes to slow dancing with a partner, I have two left feet. So when it came time for Chris, the best man, and I, the maid of honor, to join the happy couple and dance together to the “Wild is the Wind” by David Bowie, I was petrified.
By Jupiter Grant5 years ago in Filthy






