Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Filthy.

Leaving His Mark
“The written word is exotic.” His breath was hot in my ear as he traced words on my back with the barest touch of a finger. “There is magic in writing. Words have power. Why else did the magic-makers of old know their letters, and no one else, hmm?”
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
A good telling off
This a story that starts a very long way from those usually on the site but gets there in the end, I promise. It started with an activity I do a lot with my fiancé, blowing up zombies on her game system. Its something we had in common when we got together 4 years ago, both keen on shooting various beings with as much gore as possible.
By ASHLEY SMITH5 years ago in Filthy
Lust In The Dust
Ali was literally shaking with anticipation, sitting in her car outside of Rob’s shop, her mind racing wondering what he would say when she told him what happened. How would he react to the fact she had not only been felt up by a stranger, but she also then took that stranger home and ate her first pussy?
By CJ Maria5 years ago in Filthy
The Honeymoon
Amethyst bounced on her toes, the anticipation alone made each glow of the numbered button took an eternity to change. She squeezed the translucent floral printed, asymmetrical skirt that attaches to a knee-length dress of a matching pattern that held onto her curve nightly. Her long, purple locks tied in a wavy high ponytail.
By Ember Joy5 years ago in Filthy
A Submissive Side
“Ask a man to build you some steps for the back door and twelve months later it’s still not done. Casually mention you’d like him to tie you up and dominate you and he’s turned the shed into a BDSM dungeon within the hour!” Lara handed Miriam her cup of tea.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
AMBER
The red, digital numbers on the face of the black clock on the nightstand rearrange themselves from 4:24 to 4:25 as the amber rays from the radiant sunset shimmer through the room with its warm and present energy. The acoustic tunes playing from the Bluetooth speaker on the black, wooden dresser in the corner of the bedroom ceased its artful ministry leaving the room in a state of unfiltered silence that has long forgotten the liberating sounds of the strumming guitars and soothing pianos. A warm, yet chilling breeze fills the room from the widely-cracked window breathing life into the blue sun and moon tapestry hanging perpendicular on the, otherwise, bare, white walls. Its blue, clothy body dances through the ripples of air passing through and forcing the papers to float across the desk. Some of them get caught in the small puddle of a tipped-over glass of Merlot. The autumn winds cause goosebumps to rise on our skin as your body is still compressed against mine.
By AR Terique5 years ago in Filthy
Five Gentle Approaches to a Spicier Sex Life
Sex is my favorite thing to talk about, and anyone who is friends with me knows how comfortable I am with the subject. From jokes about me being a sex therapist to analyzing sexual personalities, it’s something I cover in a lot of conversations because I make it known that I’m the person you can do that with. I’ve had my fair share of experiences and experiments with achieving the most satisfactory sex life possible, so I typically have a viewpoint to share about a wide variety of subjects. It’s given me the opportunity to not only understand my own experiences, but to understand how my experiences carry over to different sexual personalities.
By Dani Banani5 years ago in Filthy
The Superpowers & Villains of ADHD Sex
Just seeing the word sex can curve your lips up into a smile. There’s hot sex, freaky sex, casual sex, makeup sex, routine sex, angry sex, etc. But the best sex is when minds and bodies connect in rapture - the point of no return - when sex evolves into intimacy. The carnal knowledge combined with a spiritual reckoning and presence of mind.
By Musing Around5 years ago in Filthy
A Glass of Love
“How’d it go with the mingle last night?” Naomi bustled in from the kitchen with a tray of freshly baked scones. “Was it a good crowd?”
By Kim Golden 5 years ago in Filthy
Lust In The Dust, Part 1
It surprised Ali to think that it had been over twenty years since she last saw Mara and it saddened her to think that since she will never see her again. However, the memories of fucking her still made Ali wet, those memories so much more cherished because they truly did love each other.
By CJ Maria5 years ago in Filthy
Hooky
My husband and I played hooky one day. We ditched our jobs, shut off our phones, and took off on the Harley to clear our minds from a week full of stress. One hour into the ride and I was already horny. The sunshine, the cool breeze, the open road, and the aroma of my man had put me in a whole mood. I needed some in the worst way. I was soaking wet and there was no way I would last til' we got home. I was like an addict when the desire hit me. I had to have my fix right then and there. I slid my hand down between my husband's legs and began to slowly stroke his package. Shawn shifted in his seat as he began to breathe heavily. I knew I had his attention so I told him exactly what I wanted. "Fuck me", I whispered in his ear ".....Fuck me". He didn't want to give in to his urges but he soon had no choice. I felt the precum as it was beginning to seep through his pants and he was starting to have difficulty keeping the bike on the road. He pulled over into the first secluded area he could find.
By B.M Scott5 years ago in Filthy
Dusk settles
Dusk begins to settle over the horizon, the incredibly vibrant scene is quite enchanting, almost paralyzing. Two shadows appear to float along the boulevard like a wonderful dream. A cool gentle breeze catches them by surprise, rustling in and around the pair.
By CR. Phoenix 5 years ago in Filthy