Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Filthy.
The Lost Sexual Course
We had finally purchased our first house. It was full of character and overlooking the ocean. Each room felt different. We both agreed about that. In the master bedroom — I called it the fucking bedroom since everything in it was asking to fuck you or be fucked — the furniture was protruding like a pleasing pussy and a pretty prick. I was the pussy. He was the prick. We loved each other so much that we fucked whenever and wherever we felt like it. For me, it was the heart. For him, the heart was surely involved, but it was the prick. Don’t get me wrong! I felt it in my pussy too, but my heart stole my inner show.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
When a Woman’s in Love
Carli is a beautiful woman in her mid-40s. I could write a novel just about her charm and everything else that’s easily apparent. But Carli is beyond words. I guess that you could consider her an angel and the one that rocked my world. But the story is not about us. It’s much more about another woman whom Carli fell in love with but only for a short time. How can one fall in love for a short period? I guess that Carli wasn’t really in love with the woman but only infatuated, smitten by what she had to offer. I was surely more than enough. She mentioned it all the time. But I sensed that she needed something a bit different. Perhaps someone without a prick, no matter how loving was the dick and myself in this story. Some background first for some perspective!
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
Two Women
Everybody screamed when she kissed the teacher over her mask. That’s not even a peck someone must have thought or said. Most only considered the viral implications of such an act. A few may have rejoiced at the prospect of a lesbian affair turning into love. I simply watched and typed my interpretations of the so-called facts on my fucking phone. Thank God it’s over six inches along. Now! The facts! One. Unlike the pic above, they both wore a mask and thus a velvet peck is all that they could take and got. Two. The fucking microscopic program (you know, fucking COVID) must miss an End to one of its Ifs. Three. I love women much more than I do men. Four. There is no four except for love. Five. Please see Four! Six. We all know how to count. Seven. I wanted to end on a lucky note.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
Woman on Top
A woman on top is like an endless extension of sexual ecstasy. When a woman takes this commanding position, the prick becomes docile but erect like a building. Movement is like a choreographed dance that both can lead, even at the same time with some practice. But the woman on top is the best love navigator, and every prick knows it at some point, and the sooner the better. Oliver was such a prick.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
Why Do We Fuck?
I couldn’t title this, Why Do We Make Love? because the story wouldn’t be the same. Making love includes fucking. Fucking excludes making love, at least in the beginning, when the prick is praying. And when it prays, God is the devil. I’m only going to discuss fucking. There will be, of course, some love here and there for the initial atmosphere, but after that, it will be prick, pussy, and ass. Breasts too, but they are like lifesavers. Hands and feet are nice accessories. Finally, the mouth! It’s too important not to be grouped by itself. And it applies to both women and pricks. It talks. It kisses. It licks. It sucks. It lubricates. It gently bites. It sometimes swallows (I don’t have the stats). It has its own prick: the wily tongue. And the mouth can give more time. It’s a munificent type. It also comes in different sizes: the Big Mouth, the Good Mouth, the Bad Mouth. And bad can be best.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
A Threesome with an Unexpected Guest
“Are you ready?” Stephanie asked. Jax took a deep breath and nodded. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” “Let’s go.” Moonlight glinted off shards of broken glass as they pushed open the front door, the creak of the hinges loud in the otherwise silent night.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Lover's Weekend Part One
Lover’s Weekend Part One We meet the other day, and he gave me a plain ticket and told me that there was a room rented next to his. He had made sure that they where a joining rooms. He has booked me there for the next three weekends because he is out of town and does not want to be alone. We have been seeing each other for over a year and it is fun. On the plane I go however I have already had a few drinks and believe I need one more.
By Katie Pope5 years ago in Filthy
Love's Weekend Part Two
Weekend Two Boarding the plan this time is not as scary as last time. Babe always seems to have something fun, interesting, or exciting planned. Plus, he makes me feel good. I’m excited to see him and I have a surprise for him as well. I have been to the toy store, and I got two toys for us to use. I am planning to hand him the remote to one at dinner tonight.
By Katie Pope5 years ago in Filthy
Pornman Three
In the first part of the Pornman story, Pornman: The Man Who Lived in Porn (linked at the bottom), Pornman begins his quest to become a pornstar, discovering that he could go back in time to any porn set just by watching it. Dani, a porn movie director, and Lilly, her assistant, take a liking to our Pornman and have a threesome with him. Pornman realizes that he could save pornstars who died from an overdose or suicide by going to their last set and talking to them.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
A Creamy First Day of School
Read part I here. ~~~ Having forgotten she had a date that night, Lola was both confused and slightly irritated by the text that interrupted her fantasy. She didn’t feel like she had the bandwidth to fool around with anyone else—although deep down, she knew that seducing professors was so passé. So, on the spur of the moment, Lola revisited her wish to get her life back on track and get a regular, her-own-age boyfriend.
By Lola Sense5 years ago in Filthy
Men's Sex Drive Can Cause Them to Be Insensitive
Men respect each other on the basis of power: either brute force, money or status. Men's role as protector gives them a natural sense of superiority over women. It is this male arrogance, and self-absorbed interest in their own sexual performance, that angers a woman. Men disrespect those (including gay men) who offer others the opportunity for penetration. If a man is offensive a woman will often fall silent. Women notice such things. But men tend to assume someone will assert their opinion if they disagree. A woman expects a man to respect common courtesies. Most women discontinue relationships with men who are consistently insensitive or disrespectful.
By Sachin pandit 5 years ago in Filthy
