Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Filthy.
Bruised, Black and Blue
Bruised, Black and Blue Lounging back in my reclining leather armchair in front of the television set one Monday evening in August of 2020 I was disturbed by the telephone ringing loudly in the hallway. After getting to my feet as quickly as possible I ventured across the thick piled lounge carpet through the lounge door and just as I got to the telephone it stopped ringing much to my dismay. Assuming it mat be urgent I pressed the recall button on my telephone and the calling tone rang out loudly until a soft sweet spoken person answered. Well I never, it was only my Auntie Susan who had called to ask me to do her a small favour as it was getting late and she needed some essentials from her local shop. Being ninety two years old and extremely frail she was frightened to go out at the best of times but more especially at night as she lived on the fifteenth floor of a high-rise block of senior citizen apartments overlooking the newly built entertainment centre near the beach, the lifts were more often than not broken and drug use was rife in the surrounding area. I glanced out of the hallway window and observed that the sun was still above the horizon casting long shadows throughout my tree lined street whilst I enquired what essentials she needed so urgently as time was moving on and I was not too happy about going out in the dark myself.
By Emily Spankfirst5 years ago in Filthy
My Sexy Muse
You may wish to read the first story, Muse Love (linked at the bottom) before reading on. What follows is the continuing tale of my lovely muse. The photo of the statue above doesn’t do her any justice. In case you didn’t know, a muse only appears in the flesh to the one whom she loves. And my muse keeps telling me, both in English and French, that she loves me with all her heart, which also makes sense since she feels how much I love her as well. She knows that I could easily die if I don’t see her once in a while. I wish I could be with her every minute of every day, but alas, love and life are the same.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
A Prick’s Pet Tattoo
I thought that it was a figment of my imagination when I saw her tattoo. I had finally found the woman with the perfect inscription. A woman is already perfect. I typed it before. But this tattoo in particular, on this woman, since I can’t be sure that it would have caused the same reaction on a different woman, suddenly became my only preference to a tattoo-less gal. But I’m jumping the gun. Some can also jump a knife. And yes, there was no plane as far as I could see or hear, yet the airport was only about thirty minutes away.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
Muse Love
I could stop here before I even start. It’s all in the subtitle. I’m in love with my muse. But the story, of course, is how did such an incredible event even occur. Yes, that’s the story, and what a story it is. I’m still shaken by what unfolded after I met my muse. I didn’t know that I was meeting my muse. It just happened out of the blue, my favourite colour, and thus always a harbinger of something good. Nothing good happens at night when the sky is black, except, of course, and what an exception, you know, making love, or straight sex without the love. I always prefer love to precede the sex, but that’s just me. I’m not setting an example. I just love women too much to just switch between them as if they were bottles of wine. I only like red, which surprised my muse, since she knew that I loved everything blue. But blue wine, as far as I knew, just didn’t exist and thus surely not easy to find. Unless I could hitch a ride to a Klingon town and settle for some Bloodwine. But then we’re back to red. So, still no blue wine.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
No Matter Whose or When
Sexual tendencies seem to contrast with the pussy’s disposition. There are, of course, coital proclivities that don’t involve the pussy, but those are beyond the scope of this narrative. Take any pussy! Imagine it for a moment! It’s surely easier if you have one already, or if you happen to be in proximity to this wonder. It’s a blessing, a dream come true to meet a pussy. Don’t get me wrong! You meet the woman first. But I’m beyond the head-to-head and heart-to-heart here. I’m referring exclusively to the pussy; that flexible, strapping passage with a soft, supple lining that provides sensation and lubrication, though the latter may require some help once in a while. After all, the pussy connects the womb (uterus) to the outside world (anyone that loves pussy). All those beautiful lips (the vulva), comprising the great lips (labia majora) and the little lips (labia minora), form that heavenly entrance, with the penisway or dildoway (cervix) protruding into the pussy to form the interior end (the best death). Now that we can picture another part of the picture, let’s savour the magic that is the pussy.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
When a Woman’s in Love
Please note that this story continues where, When a Woman’s in Love: With Another Woman (linked at the bottom) ended almost abruptly. I guess that I wasn’t a happy camper. You don’t have to read the previous part but you’ll miss too much if you don’t. But then, you could always read it afterwards with some hindsight.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
One Pussy Today
What about yesterday? It’s also part of the story. I prefer one pussy at a time since every pussy has to be adored like a god, and no one anymore believes in more than one god. It’s not the same, I imagine some of you thinking or even saying. Just think about it a little more! Unless you don’t like pussy, pussy is everything. I repeat. Pussy is everything. Pussy also means yes since you can’t say no to pussy, and if you can, then you’re a prick.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
Positions for Pacifying a Prick
Where do I prick you first? I forgot that I already did in the subtitle. Here’s a second prick, then. Ego is a prick and thus we’re all pricks. A woman can’t be a prick, some of you may still imagine. You didn’t meet my mother. And my sisters are worse. Luckily my wife was the best but she’s gone now, and thus everyone’s a prick. Myself included, of course. The title of the story already alludes to it.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
Sex on Her Mind
There’s always sex on her mind. Or is it the other way around? There’s always sex on my mind. Apparently not when I sleep, but luckily I only sleep about five hours a day, except for Sundays when I can sleep for six. Ain’t that the truth. I will digress a lot, but it’s also part of the story, this so-called story. There’s always sex on Jenny’s mind now that I succeeded to get her into bed. This is not M or anyone else whom you may have read about before. This is M’s new narrator. Wait! you may think. Jenny’s his narrator. She isn’t anymore. She couldn’t take it any longer without M’s carnal love and took off, leaving M the following note. It was lying on his desk and I read it. It’s a strange note, to say the least, but I’ll let you be the judge of it.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
The Hottest Spring Bods in Women's Sports of 2021 Pt. 12
Angel Gazaway A native of Cincinnati, Ohio, Angel Gazaway became a state champion in the 300-meter hurdles during her last year at Princeton High School. Now at Eastern Michigan, Gazaway is majoring in business marketing. During her first collegiate season she showed her versatility as a competitor in the pentathlon at the Mid American Indoor Track & Field Championships. At that same meet she also qualified for the finals in the 60-meter hurdles. During the outdoor season in 2019 she had a sixth place finish in the 100-meter hurdles at the Mid American Conference championship meet. Gazaway duplicated that finish in the 60-meter hurdles at the 2020 indoor conference championship, which contributed to Eastern Michigan's overall team win. In 2021 Gazaway had her best open finish in a runner-up spot during the 100-meter hurdles at the Golden Grizzlies Mini Meet.
By Winners Only5 years ago in Filthy
