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Most recently published stories in Filthy.
YOU WANT THESE DON'T YOU
It was one of those nights, not just a dark and stormy night, but another night – alone. As I sat in my apartment, the neon sign outside the window casting soft shadows across my dilapidated furniture, wall-papered walls, and thread-bare imitation Persian carpet, the cell phone resting on my crotch almost gave me a thrill when it vibrated. The caller was my dead friend’s wife. What did she want I wondered?
By Len Sherman5 years ago in Filthy
Meet Me Backstage, Part 10
Chris grunted as he thrust into you one last time, while you screamed his name as you came around his thick length again and he released inside of you. You both come down from the high of orgasm and all you can hear is heavy breathing. You look up at him and smile as you share a sweet kiss. He rolls off you as he pulls out and you look around the room at all the other spent and panting bodies of the other guys. You smile fondly watching them all come down from the orgy that you all just partook in and can’t help but feel an abundance of love and comfort in these seven men.
By Brittany Jones5 years ago in Filthy
Sweet Punishment
You had been shamelessly flirting with his friends all night with no reaction until you decided to plop right down onto Garret’s lap. You felt eyes on you and when you looked up, you knew. His jaw was clenched and his eyes dark. You knew at that moment; you were in for it later…
By Brittany Jones5 years ago in Filthy
Meeting Him
Her hands were trembling. The kind of trembling that no one notices, but she felt like there were earthquakes in the tips of her fingers. She turned up the music, and tried to tap out her nerves on the steering wheel, but she wasn’t even listening to the lyrics.
By Raven Bleu5 years ago in Filthy
Call Me
The scrape of silverware and muted conversation filled Layla’s ears as she walked through the restaurant and took a seat at the bar. In the corner, a beautiful baby grand piano sat with a tuxedoed man playing soft classical music. The wooden floors were polished to a high shine and the bar looked hand carved. The high-end restaurant was far nicer than any other she had ever been in. Sitting on the plush, velvet covered barstool, Layla sipped her drink, nervously twisting a cocktail napkin in her hand. She was a few minutes early, but her date should be arriving soon. Layla watched as a pretty brunette excused herself from the bar and headed towards the ladies’ room. The man she was with locked eyes with Layla and gave her an unctuous smile. Rolling her eyes in return, she shifted so her back was to the man and gave her drink her full attention. She was determinedly ignoring that end of the bar and was startled when she felt a hand rest gently on her shoulder.
By Nicole Werner5 years ago in Filthy








