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Most recently published stories in Filthy.
The Little Black Notebook
Sniveling and blindly stumbling into the shop, Rebecca was certainly a sight for sore eyes. Must have been another break-up. She only ever frequented this particular bookstore on this particular street in search of a new book filled with wind-swept romance and lust and things that should only be discussed behind closed doors in a pursuit of happiness she found unattainable in real life.
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Filthy
First Love
It started out innocently. It wasn’t my intention to go all the way. But when you’re young, and someone says they care about you, that they love you, you fall for them. Especially when you’ve never done anything like that. I had never been in a relationship before, I had never had a boyfriend, and I had never been kissed. Twenty-one years old, and I haven’t ever had sex.
By Melissa Lenox5 years ago in Filthy
Morning Surprise
Morning Surprise “Good morning beautiful.” He said as he embraced me and kissed the top of my head. “Good morning.” It still amazed me that he was so gentle with me now. I could smell his cologne and it turned me on a little. We have done nothing since that last horrible day in the basement when things went so terribly wrong.
By Evelyn Turner5 years ago in Filthy
JUST FOR ME-Fanfiction-CH*24 (Building Friendships)
Jungkook pov: I set up Yoongi’s playlist to my speakers and music starts to play. We all take our plates and beers and sit comfortably in the living room. I watch as the three settle onto one couch. Tae and I settle onto the other. We are all quiet as we eat our food. I am deep in thought as I eat wondering if anyone else feels like they are dreaming and will wake up and realize none of this is real. I look over at Tae and think to myself I would stay asleep forever. He must feel me watching him because he looks over and smiles at me. I love it when he smiles. I don’t ever want to see him sad. I finish my food and set my plate down opening my beer and his. Seeing he has also finished I take his empty plate and set it on the table and hand him his beer. He snuggles closer to me wrapping his arm around me and grabbing my waist. I feel my cheeks heat up as I smile at him. He then places a kiss on my cheeks, and I feel them heat up more. I glance over at the others in the room and see them cuddled up with their beers as well. It's nice. I am content with this group of people. I never thought I would be able to make friends. I only had a few back home but we weren’t really close. I wonder if I feel so comfortable with them because they are shifters like me.
By Stormeseye5 years ago in Filthy
Things we say when we’re asleep
Raymond had misunderstood when Max told him that he and Omar were polyamorous. He assumed it was a medical condition, because his English was still limited to words he had heard on American television and because he had only ever heard the abbreviated ‘poly’ in conversation. He told Max he was sorry to hear it, and how tragic it was that both of them should be afflicted. Max gave a wild howl of laughter and kissed Raymond hard on the mouth.
By Patrick Forrest5 years ago in Filthy
The Park
Arriving forty-five minutes early I spread the blanket out under the trees that set behind the wall that is just out of sight. We have talked about this spot many times, it is my favorite because no one even comes down here to picnic or enjoy the sight. Laying down on the blanket with my book, I start to read while I wait. The sun feels good on my skin. I am ready, he is in for a treat. I am going to surprise him, with what is planned. My sun dress is loose around the knees, tight around the waist, and low cut showing just where he needs to start.
By Katie Pope5 years ago in Filthy
Spiritual Encounter Turns Sensual
I have this friend named Andi. She is about as hippie and gen Z as she can get. She is obsessed with Sage, astrology signs, chi, the works. It can be a bit overwhelming at times but she is the most real girl I have ever met. We had been talking for a bit and she mentioned how she was working on being a spiritual massage therapist, helping people connect with something bigger then themselves. I would always roll my eyes and nod along sarcastically.
By Rustice Jodgers 5 years ago in Filthy
The Surprise Lustful Connection
It was 2019 and I was living at college alone in a single room. I was feeling a little lonely and looking for 'love' so I started backtracking old contacts I had stored on my phone. I mean some of these girls I haven't talked to in years! Eventually, I did the name 'Annie' in my contacts. I don't remember ever meeting Annie. So just for kicks, I hit her with the "hey" text.
By Rustice Jodgers 5 years ago in Filthy
Fairytale Jacuzzi Experience
So I had this friend. Well, friend is a loose term. Long backstory, we had hooked up once back freshman year college. Many years ago. Recently we got in touch and I came over to her apartment, which had a Jacuzzi. We go in, tried to make something happen again but it was just too awkward. But on the way, I ended up getting the roommate's number.
By Rustice Jodgers 5 years ago in Filthy
Mission Accomplished
Llyod was heading home after a very strenuous day, when two of his co worker stopped by his office and invited him to go have a few drinks at a new bar that had just opened up! He agreed, told them that he was going home to change and would meet them out there in about an hour! He finishes all of his paperwork , heading home, he calls his girlfriend letting her know that he was heading out with the boys, but what he heard next, would make him smile a bit, but would also puzzle him wondering what was going to happen next! She says, "Oh you want to go out tonight huh? That is going to cost you!" He laughs and says, "What are you talking about Denise?" She says, "Aint shit funny, when you get home, go take a shower, when you are done get dressed, go sit on the couch, leave the door unlocked, and have him out and ready! Do you understand?! He better out and ready when I walk through the door or there will be consequences!"
By More Than Words5 years ago in Filthy
Magic Words
I looked down at my phone. The number lighting up the screen didn’t have a name assigned, but it wasn’t foreign to me. It was where I’d just come from, in fact. The person on the other end probably knew me better than anyone I’d ever met. And no one called me more often than the number lighting up the screen. But still I continued to stare, not answering. It wasn’t lost on me that I refused to save a number that called more frequently than any other, but that’s just how it is. I have to regain some control over this situation. This is how I’ve chosen to do it. My voicemail kicked in and the ringing stopped. I looked up and out the window. The city raced by, all dark spaces with pockets of light from storefronts and street lights. I sighed. I leaned my head back, hoping to close my eyes and doze for the rest of the ride. But the ringing started again. The phone in my hand lit up, vibrating and squealing. I felt like it was yelling at me. Yelling that I wasn’t in control, that I never would be. I pressed the button and held the phone to my ear, pissed.
By Shameka S Erby5 years ago in Filthy
