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Most recently published stories in Filthy.
The Unrequited Diaries
I looked into his fierce blue eyes and knew instantly that I could trust him. I knew we would be friends. The buildup to meeting him was a whirlwind of stories from Jezebelle about this handsome little bartender with a huge cock who dazzled her with his charm, and after going home with her, he never wanted to leave. But Jez wasn’t the kind of woman to let some street rat into her home, no matter how big his smile or his cock is, so after he started behaving erratically, dropping out of her life for a few weeks, and then calling her in a panic in the middle of the night, Jez cut him off. Almost a year later, he popped up in her inbox writing from a halfway house, saying he had been in prison and only thought of her the entire time. Could she possibly forgive him? I rode the bus with her to see him at the halfway house for months and she would come back with his sweet talk all over her lips like the kisses he wasn’t allowed to give.
By Lilly Penhall5 years ago in Filthy
Horny Orcs
Two orcs travel the countryside, indulging in human pleasures and relations. With their strength, and brute force, they can do anything they like, for as long as they like… and still come home to their family at the end of the day. Erotica / Fantasy / Horror / Rough Sex / Impregnation
By Jezebel Rose5 years ago in Filthy
Panty Fetish Gone Wild 5
The storm had ended on a Tuesday. That left the beginning of the week for us to shovel and plow our way to freedom. For anyone living in warmer climates, snow is just something they have in the mountains for skiing. It weighs us down and tests our will for those of us living in harsher winter climates; how long can you shovel until you snap?
By Jezebel Rose5 years ago in Filthy
Panty Fetish Gone Wild 6
I thought about how she might throw him to the bed and drape those long, sexy legs of hers over his body and dry hump his bulge, eventually burying his cock in her pussy. Then I decided that all that was too good for him. She would take one finger at a time from my hand and rub her pussy through her silk underwear. I fantasized that Maria leaned back on the sofa, with Katherine and Hannah watching, and guided my hand as she masturbated herself with my fingers.
By Jezebel Rose5 years ago in Filthy
A Lemon Twist
When I was four years old I ate an entire tube of lemon scented Chapstick. I remember it like it was yesterday. My mother needed to cash her paycheck that afternoon. She pulled in to the parking lot of our local Bank of America, parked the station wagon, and told me to wait while she ‘ran in.’ That’s what mothers did back then, they left their small children unattended in cars while they completed errands. Oh, how the times have changed.
By Celeste Moody5 years ago in Filthy
She wanted the both of US
It was the summer leading into our senior year of college and Ron, Tony and I had not each other in a few months and had made plans to meet at Tony's house! Tony was our female friend but although she was drop dead gorgeous, we were like her big brothers we looked out for her! Not speaking to any of them since we made these plans earlier in the week, I headed over to her house! Upon my arrival, I see Ron pulling up as well! We talked outside for a minute and headed to the front door where we were greeted by her mother! I swear this woman did not age and she seemed to become finer as each day passed, but I digress! She invites us in and informs us that Tony had not arrived yet, offering us some of her world famous lemonade, ok it wasn't world famous but it should have been!
By More Than Words5 years ago in Filthy
Lucky
It was the Bronx, NY in November of 2008 on the Grand Concourse. There she was leaving the train station, prancing down the block in her dark brown suede Vivienne Westwood boots and a double breasted camel vintage Dior trench coat. Oh! the bag, the bag was a vintage classic navy blue monogram printed Gucci tote. Everything was vintage. It made her feel like she was in another world far from one she existed in. She was a vivacious creature. Tall, about 5’10, dark cocoa skin, slender with legs for days. Her talents knew no end: drawing, singing, dancing, sewing. It was like something out of a Jane Austen book. But Lucky wasn’t so lucky. This beautiful creature lived in a rough neighborhood. And it was hard being her, because Lucky was non-binary. She was sometimes bullied on the trained and had been robbed a few times but that didn’t knock her down. Lucky had a troubled childhood, a surviver of rape and child molestation. Into her adult life she contemplated committing suicide but fashion saved her life. It was seeing the those beautiful garments in Vogue magazine that kept her going. She was accepted into the Fashion Institute of Technology in New York. Lucky majored in the fashion styling program. And was finishing up an internship with Oscar De La Renta. She dreamed about leaving New York because it was too hard in terms of competition and work lifestyle. Not mention being non-binary made her sometimes a walking target if she could not pass for being a woman.
By Ajá Hildreth5 years ago in Filthy
Hoping To Rock All Night
I had seen her at various clubs and bars over many months. I didn’t know her name but had gotten to a point where, if I was out, I found myself looking for her. It was difficult to describe, and I was still fairly young, so infatuation was often confused with many hormones and urges. She was five foot three, blond, and had the most perfectly proportioned body I had seen at 18 years old. Her face was beautiful to my young eyes, still not seasoned with the wisdom of years. I had had girlfriends and even lived with a twenty-six-year-old woman by this point. Although I thought I was great at eighteen, the age difference was the undoing of the relationship, and as the years piled on to my back a little weirder with each passing year when I tried to understand what a twenty-six-year-old woman wanted with someone barely old enough to fuck. , the blonde girl that had taken my interest was closer to my age and far better looking.
By Jezebel Rose5 years ago in Filthy
Practice Room Show
Justin told you to stay and watch him practice today with his dance crew, and you loved watching him work, so really it was a win-win. You enjoyed watching him dance and play around with the guys. Laughing and having a good time. The whole day was going just fine until the last choreography run-through. The music started blasting through the speakers and you bit your lip. It was your favorite song, and even more so, you loved the choreography.
By Brittany Jones5 years ago in Filthy
