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Most recently published stories in Filthy.
Fallacious Pussy
Most people hate Mondays. I don’t. I love them. I sit at the window and watch as he leaves the house. Waiting for him to reach the foot of the path which is his cue to turn around and wave goodbye — or double check that he didn’t forget to put my collar on. I just stare back at him. Finally, a break from having to sit on his lap all weekend long.
By Lucy Barewood5 years ago in Filthy
Bisexuality
As I start to write this, I am not bi-sexual myself but my loving wife is. There is absolutely NOTHING wrong with this. Bi-sexual lovers can offer a level of intimacy and cognitive understanding that can be greater in many aspects that any relationship has to offer.
By Jonathan Townend5 years ago in Filthy
Sex Positivity is Self Positivity: Here’s Why You Should Consider It. Top Story - May 2021. Created with: LELO.
My very best friend is a firecracker. She is bold, she is honest, she is brave, and she is perhaps the truest person I have ever met. People are immediately drawn to her— even if her candor is initially a bit intimidating.
By Jules Fortman5 years ago in Filthy
ROLLING THUNDER
I’m working late if a person can call it work because I love what I do. Not everyone has that luxury, they have to do whatever it takes to keep the wolf from the door. It’s thundering and raining outside but I’ve got the music cranked so loud all I can hear is Steppenwolf’s 'Born to be Wild' blasting through my sign shop. I don’t letter many signs. I’m known more for pinstriping and airbrushing graphics on vehicles, motorcycles being my favorite. I don’t know what it is but when I’m laying a thin stripe of enamel paint on a motorcycle gas tank, that long narrow brush almost feels like my finger tracing the contours of a woman’s big breast, gets me downright excited. And that’s what I’m doing right now, finishing up pinstriping a flame job on a Harley Davidson gas tank. Besides the blaring music, I’m also enjoying a bottle of cold beer. Not sure how many I’ve had since I started working on the gas tank today but judging by the empties lying around, I’d say this is probably about a fifteen or sixteen beer job. I’ve been told I have a drinking problem but as odd as it seems, as drunk as I get, my hand is still as steady as a rock and what’s really amazing and I have no idea why, I don’t get hangovers. Feel a little fuzzy the next day, that’s all, until I pop the cap on a bottle of brew and knock it back.
By Len Sherman5 years ago in Filthy
A Dream of Him
A rush of breath slid past her. Once again, the urgency to awake and search for him had brought her from the sweet clutches of slumber, and she…desirous from the memories of the illustrious scenes that had occurred there were enough to make her heart flutter wildly against her chest. She never could seem to shake him. It was as if something had been evoked within her so long ago that his imprinting had been deep; to the core of her soul. She could never forget him. No matter how many others might have held either of them. No matter how many past wounds that the two had both endured in their very separate, yet somehow always interwoven paths.
By Sai Marie Johnson5 years ago in Filthy
The Softer Side of Texas Excerpt
Ivanka lifted her head and glanced at the clock. “It’s about time to feed the horses, don’t ya think? I think I’m going to walk down to the barn and get to work on that,” she said, walking around the table to exit the kitchen. Aaron pushed his chair back and nodded at her.
By Sai Marie Johnson5 years ago in Filthy
The Office Part 3
During my time working at the office I learned one thing, you never knew what was going to come through the front door next. I do think a large part of what went on was due to the fact that it was an all male salesforce. Put fifteen men in a room for the day and lock the front door and for sure fun and games would happen in spades.
By Liam Ireland5 years ago in Filthy
My Sweet Blade
I could feel him coming, like an invisible wave of heat and longing. Our connection pulled low at my belly, languid and piercing. I sipped on the whiskey, feeling nothing but him. It was strange to me, being alone for so long, being so careful not to have any connections, to crave another so.
By A.N.Tipton5 years ago in Filthy
The Park
Stephanie hops out of the shower, begins to dry her wet, curvacious body off. She steps into the bedroom and grabs a pair of black panties out of her top drawer and a matching bra and slides both of them on when her cellphone begins to ring. She rushes over to her bed and takes a seat and answers it! " Mom thanks for calling me back! I got a call this morning from a big client that wants to acquire my services but he wants to meet me at the park to go over the details tonight around 6:30, what do you think?!"
By More Than Words5 years ago in Filthy
