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Most recently published stories in Filthy.
Handcuffed by My Rich Boyfriend on Valentine's Day
Jordan takes his girlfriend Jessica out for a Valentine's dinner, but she won't stop teasing him. ''Anymore of this,'' he says, ''and I'm going to take you home and chain you to the bed...'' Jessica's never been tied up before, let alone handcuffed. But the idea excites and thrills her. She pushes Jordan until takes her home, and when they're there, he spanks her, gives her oral, and makes her blow him — before impregnating her on the bedroom floor. Handcuffed and entirely submissive, Jessica loves every moment of her extra-special Valentines day dinner...
By Jezebel Rose5 years ago in Filthy
The Cult of Gor
How it Started I have acknowledged the fact that I am a 24/7 submissive when I was 21, that currently gives me 10 years of experience in the lifestyle as a whole. Let me tell you the story of how my previous Master and I got roped into Gor and Goreans, and how it’s a dangerous and, frankly, screwed up cult.
By S.M. Vargas5 years ago in Filthy
First Time Threeway With My Wife 2
~Jackson continues to deal with his emotional distress while watching his wife with another man, even if he was included in the action. Seeing her stretched wide right before his very eyes has his heart beating fast, anxious and his lower half, rock hard at the same time. Desperate to make his marriage work, Jackson decides to follow his wife, allowing for her to fully explore her exhibitions.~
By Jezebel Rose5 years ago in Filthy
First Time Threeway With My Wife Part 1
We had been chatting a while, and for some reason she had been carefully avoiding the inevitable subject of fucking. Strange how some people seem to avoid the subject. As if the discussing of Sex is taboo and should only be discussed in the bedroom, even though that is the only reason she was there. Her messages online were a lot more revealing than the life story I had received in person.
By Jezebel Rose5 years ago in Filthy
Freedom To Love
Laura said her good-byes, her heart in her throat, and walked resolutely to her car. She could tell from the looks in their eyes before she left that they weren't sure what she should do, either. All except Johnny. His eyes spoke of yearning. They were, in fact, a mirror of her own heart. She yearned for him, and had for nearly a dozen years, though now doubts shadowed her thoughts. Insecurities had made a tight knot deep inside about his want of her, for how long would it last, as his life rapidly changed for the better? Her life had been on hold for the day, well, for the coming of THIS day, and so far it had been anti-climactic.
By LP Steinbeck5 years ago in Filthy
Ambrosia
1. ANOTHER FREAK IN THE FREAK KINGDOM Was me hired to scribe for Bazaar Monthly, a posh Los Angeles-based online publication boasting a readership amalgamated of new age gurus, holistic juice cleansers, naturopathic shaman, real estate moguls, Hollywood elite, avant garde architects, entrepreneurial pioneers, Silicon Valley Titans of technocracy, dot com gozillionaires, weekend warriors plus counterculture enthusiasts. Was me, armed with a bic pen and thin, black notebook they were paying what seemed to me a conspicuous, if not outright gratuitous lump sum of $20,000.00 to fly out over the mighty Pacific Ocean on a unique and covert journalistic endeavor, to infiltrate an esoteric subculture shrouded in mystery and ultimately shed light on the obscure underbelly of the Hawaiian Islands, respective. Was also me who (I’m seeing this now, in retrospect) signed up to be airdropped into a mythopoeic landscape, a sociological petri dish akin to a William Golding novel, to bear witness to the vicissitudes of human relatings and be indelibly altered via cultural osmosis; to peak behind the curtain at the inner workings of this soft machine.
By Ian Wilson5 years ago in Filthy










