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Most recently published stories in Filthy.

Balls for 10
Ball busting for 10. The phone rang and as the ringtone to Dirty by Christina Aguilera rang out across the front room Sam answered the phone.
By Owen Cochrane-milne5 years ago in Filthy
A little to large
It was 1995 and still the scene of big hair and wild clothing prints but anyhow, the 90’s were what fantasies were made of! I started dating a guy I met at work who just happened to be a doctor and a hot kind of doctor. You know what I’m talking about, the so good looking that it would be embarrassing to have him as a gynecologist kind of guy! We were off and doing the dating scene and I figured that since this guy was a doctor, well that he would be skilled in the bedroom. I know I was thinking secret ninja sexual secrets but what I actually got in the sex department with this guy will forever go down in my most embarrassing bedroom scenarios!
By Terry Mattison5 years ago in Filthy
Ball busting for 10
Ball busting for 10. The phone rang and as the ringtone to Dirty by Christina Aguilera rang out across the front room Sam answered the phone.
By Owen Cochrane-milne5 years ago in Filthy
the tangle of caramel
The tangle of caramel, butter pecan and chocolate held Shay in a state of shock. She’d never seen so many bodies in one place.
By K Michelle5 years ago in Filthy
TIE THE KNOT
“You can't leave anymore, the bridge is flooded.” “Are you serious?” That got me by surprise. “Yes, people are already turning around and coming back.”
By Lucie Arkel Sramkova5 years ago in Filthy
My Best Friend's Brother
“I can’t believe the two of you still have sleepovers. I thought you were twenty-three, not thirteen!” Bradley’s broad frame almost filled the doorway, his bright blue eyes sparkling as he smirked at Madison and I, sitting up in Madison’s bed, snacks gathered around us as we set up to watch a movie.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Love Drunk
It was our second first date that evening. Our second time around trying to make sense of what we were to each other and if we could make the love we had for each other enough. My heart was in way over my head. My inhibitions? I didn’t have any with him.
By Ruthie May5 years ago in Filthy
I Love Watching Gay Porn
As a heterosexual female, some people are truly shocked when I tell them that I enjoy watching gay porn. It’s actually my go-to genre of pornography. Hetero porn does little or nothing for me. It’s all about a guy trying to exert his sexual power and prowess on a woman. His dick is almost always big and hard, he asks the girl to call him daddy and the girl always begs wanting cum on her face and in her mouth. She also acts like it’s the yummiest thing ever. Cliché.
By Gal Mux5 years ago in Filthy
The Taste Test
I signed up for a wine tasting class from Groupon. I did it all on my own and very sporadically. Once I got there I thought that this class was going to be filled with lonely women that had no one to go out with. I am not making fun of anyone it’s just I’m in the same boat as them. Lonely recognize lonely. Once I arrived at the class the elevator was out of service so I had to walk up two flights of stairs. I am not that much in shape so by the time I got to the second landing I was out of breath. I walked into the room where the wine tasting was. I was shocked that I saw more men than women. I found one empty seat towards the middle of the class. I felt like everyone was watching me as I walked to the seat. Three minutes later Suddenly a tall gentleman with a clearly amazing physique and short Straight jet black hair stood up from one of the desk and walked towards the front of class. He then proceeds to write his name which is Mr. Rose. As I glanced around the room every woman that was there stared at Mr. Rose. He began to teach the class and hand out glass samples of different types of wine. As each tray of glasses went about the room I locked eyes with him. Now maybe it was me but the eye contact was intense he even gave me a slight smirk. As the class was ending he let us know that he has two more tastings in the next 2.5 hours. Everyone else got up and left but for some reason I sat right there. After the next two sessions I was drunk but it was a nice smooth drunk. I tasted everything from Merlot to rose. I tasted dry, aged, sweet, semi sweet all different types but my stomach started to hurt. As he packed up and clean the room I prepared to head towards the door. He boldly says “you stayed for two sessions you might as well just wait for me.” I looked at him shocked and said “OK I’ll wait. “We walked to a local 24 hour diner up the block and we sat there and we drank water and had some pancakes. Something must’ve been in that water for me to tell this man would you like to come back to my house. The crazy part was that he said “yes”. We called the Uber and we took it to my house once we got through the door I headed straight to the fridge. I had a bottle of rose in my fridge that was calling my name. I pulled it out and started chugging it to hope that it would make me slightly intoxicated again and realize what I was doing with a perfect stranger. As I started to guzzle the wine he walked up to me and took the bottle out of my hand and placed it on the counter. He took his hand and placed it on my waist and started to kiss me ever so gently then it got intense the kissing turned into touching and touching toward into rubbing. I don’t know what happened but somewhere along the way I started to Become more conscious of what I was doing. He was holding me up in the air against my fridge and basically pressing his face into mine.I suddenly told him to stop stop stop. He backed off and asked me if I was OK. I looked at him and I was like “my nice phase is wearing off”. He looked at me and said hey you want to drink some more maybe we can get you started again. I looked at him and I said you know what maybe it’s a good idea if you leave. He looked at me in great disappointment. the same time he knew he had to respect my wishes he then went in his pocket pulled out a condom and a business card. He placed a condom & business card on the counter and crossed out his office number and wrote his personal mobile number. He looked at me and and left the business card underneath the condom on top of the counter and then looked at me and said in the most seductive voice call me when you’re ready.
By Serafina5 years ago in Filthy
Shades of Dysfunctional
I always believed that to be a webcam girl you had to be pretty, and young. Or at the very least generic looking. Everywoman. To fulfill a male ideal where they pay for your company in a private chat room, it would seem obvious to me that you would need to be stereotypically sexy, or at the very least the sort of person the average male fantasises about. In deciding to take such an outrageous route to solvency, I took the view that there are different shades of dysfunctional. Mine just happens to be blacker than most.
By JoJoBonetto5 years ago in Filthy
Do Sex Toys Replace Men In The Sex Lives Of Women?
I recently had a heated debate with this guy that was hurt and offended because his girlfriend had just ordered several sex toys for herself. She had gotten a dildo, a clit sucking vibrator, a nipple sucking vibrator and a regular vibrator.
By Gal Mux5 years ago in Filthy
Shaved by the Tatooist
My friend Julie has many tattoos, and all of them were made in the studio I’ve just entered. Looking at the owner, I now understood why she is a regular here.
By Loren Teese5 years ago in Filthy