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Most recently published stories in Filthy.
Summer Rain
The heat had been intolerable for the past week and most people opted to wear either as little clothing as possible or loose clothing that wouldn’t stick to their bodies. Summer classes were no joy in the middle of summer but my two new friends made it easier to deal with. Shauna had a fabulous sense of humor and a mouth that could make a sailor homesick for his ship. Liam was a preppy, typical-looking young man whose talents lay in his appreciation of two things: satire and women. I had never met a man who loved women so much; small-breasted women and big-breasted ones, skinny bottoms and full, fleshy bodies — he loved them all.
By Autumn Seave5 years ago in Filthy
Merlot Melanine
Melanine was five foot seven inches, thick in all the right places. All Michael had of her was a photo she sent him. He had more photos of her but this one was the most precious to him so he'd had it printed. He stood there under the glow of the street light, imagining their second meeting. They'd actually been sharing photos for two years. Michael never wanted a long distance relationship. Melanine never believed it could work. They couldn't help the connection they felt. They'd changed their relationship status five times over the two years. Since 2018 they'd been talking non stop. They matched in the best of ways. They shared the same humor so they were always able to cheer each other up on bad days. Covid 19 had devastated the entire planet, and yet Melanine and Michael found love.
By Aqeedah Mujahid-Gaines5 years ago in Filthy
Dirty Dishes
Kitchen Sink Drama — Screenplay by Keith M. Green FADE IN: INT. Billericay. A council flat kitchen. Evening. In a run down yet spotless kitchen BARRY — a burly geezer clad in string vest, marigolds and faded jeans is doing the washing up. His thick muscular arms are firm but gentle as he handles the soaked tableware. He is attempting a stoic look, yet there is a darting restlessness in his eyes; a look befitting of one struggling with an indecent urge. Amongst the sounds of clattering plates and the squeaks of rubber over wet glass, we hear him let escape a whisper of excitement, a muffled moan of pleasure.
By Keith Green5 years ago in Filthy
Experimented Girl
I looked away and nodded as I hugged my arms again. He brought my face into his hands so gently I couldn’t help but lock my eyes with his. “I am so sorry that happened to you. He didn’t…He better of not.” I shook my head no. “Susan stopped him, he said next time if I resist, he wouldn’t stop. Told me I am to have their kids by him or even…by Susan’s assistant.”
By MagicalSoul5 years ago in Filthy
Sex at 49
Last year I became a widow. I mourn the loss of my husband every single day. Some people may not believe that if they know that I started having sex again only 4 months after his passing, but it is true. He was the love of my life. But we hadn’t had sex in 10 years. Depression and other mental health diseases can be a bitch.
By Autumn Seave5 years ago in Filthy
How To Improve Nonverbal Communication In A Relationship
What you say in a relationship is important – but perhaps equally as important, is all the stuff you don’t say – yet impart with your body language. Nonverbal communication in a relationship has a profound effect on connection which is why this article will help you improve your nonverbal skills. That way you can create a better and more intimate relationship – the kind you’ve always wanted.
By Leigh Norén5 years ago in Filthy
Getting Drunk In Front Of My Crush
For about a year, my son’s barber and I have been having mild flirtations at his shop or through text. I didn’t take it seriously because well...he’s a BARBER. I don’t know how it is with other races, but in the African American community, barbers =THOT. Anywho, I remember taking my son to his usual Sunday morning haircut, and his barber asked me if I had plans for Cinco de Mayo. Like a big nerd, I said, “well, it’s a workday...” he laughed and said, “no, afterwards.” I laughed as well, though I was slightly embarrassed and told him no. “Good,” he said. “I want to take you out.” I still thought he was bullshitting, until he texted me the day before Cinco de Mayo and asked were we still on. I accepted his invitation, and he told me he would be at my place around 7 the next day.
By Taniya Lashay5 years ago in Filthy
My Best Friend’s Brother
“Of course David’s going to be there, it’s his house,” Andrea said as they lugged their suitcases through the airport. “You said we were staying with family. I thought David moved to New York.” Nikki’s heartbeat thumped in her ears at the thought of seeing Andrea’s older brother.
By Kate Briggs5 years ago in Filthy
Bad example, or just what she needed. Final chapter
So as I said earlier in the story, she is a big girl. She is 5’7” tall, about 270 lbs., with 44 FF tits. Her mom body shamed her, her entire life. She said that she never understood why I always wanted to see her naked. I told her I loved her, and that I had always liked big girls. I also tried to explain to her that there were a lot of guys that would find her attractive. Then I said to her “ look how hard Red tried to get you naked. She said I guess we will see how he acts tonight since I stopped him after a hand job.
By Steven Crane Sr5 years ago in Filthy
Velvety Rabbit
Inhale, exhale. Damn it, butterflies and sweating are not great for a first date! Dating has been a lot harder than I remember. Maybe I have higher standards since the divorce or maybe I just stopped putting up with bullshit. Eh, who knows. Pulling into Johnny’s driveway, I send him a quick text, “I’m here.” Grabbing my clutch and wine bottle, I slide out of the car. Shutting the door, I walk up to his house and feel my cheeks start to redden. Inhale, exhale. Here goes my seventh, 1st date.
By Susie Gunderson5 years ago in Filthy
Hotel Head
You’re sitting on the bed in a luxury hotel room, wearing nothing but Nick’s hoodie and reading a book. You’re patiently waiting for him to come back from an important interview when you finally hear the click of the door opening. You look up and are again taken aback at his crisp black suit, his dark brown hair tousled as if he had run his hands through it a million times. You look into his eyes and you can see he’s tired, but there’s also irritation in him and you know that’s when he’s the most fun. He takes one look at you and states, “Kneel,” as he points to the ground.
By Brittany Jones5 years ago in Filthy
Life In the Green House
I closed the greenhouse after an arduous day of picking tomatoes and cucumbers. I had impure thoughts today as I picked cucumbers. Each cucumber was so long and massive and firm – obscene really. I couldn’t even imagine having a member that size. What would I do with it when I wasn’t using it? Where would I put it? I wouldn’t be able to buy jeans that would fit. I’d have to wear a kilt, a long kilt. Women would love me though – at least, I think they would love me. I feel quite undersized and inadequate when I am around cucumbers. What guy wouldn’t feel inadequate? Nobody could measure up to even the smaller ones that aren’t ready to pick. They just hang there. They have to hang there I suppose, because that’s gravity man.
By John Oliver Smith5 years ago in Filthy
