Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Filthy.
Disabilities in the Bedroom
People always imagine the disabled as soft, delicate flowers that are easily breakable. I’ve survived a lot. Sometimes, they’re right. Our joints creak, we have seizures, we walk with assistance but for all the pain we endure there can still be another side to that pain. There can still be pleasure ascribed to these suffering nerve endings and my disease has somehow heightened that sensation for me.
By L Sophystra5 years ago in Filthy
Shelly's Fantasy
Shelly, or Shells, first told me about the fantasy when we were at the university together. Sure, we were young, it was college and the tequila flowed generously that night, but it was what I never forgot. We decided a few weeks ago, that we had to get together for the first time in five years, and have a girl's adventure. We rode one of the classic trains out of Santa Vista. The Coast Starlight Express, one of the classic rail car trains, left Santa Vista to Portland once a week.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Filthy
Just What They Needed
It had been a long and tiring day. Matthew was worn out and drained of energy as he entered the house. He heard the radio playing softly and the mix of humming and water running coming from the kitchen. As he entered the kitchen, he saw her, standing at the sink with her back to him, washing dishes. She didn’t appear to have heard him come home. The sight of Annabelle seemed to instantly revive him and turn him on. He knew he needed to have her right then and there. He crept up behind her and lovingly wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her neck and whispering in her ear, “I’m home, my love.”
By Julie Botsay Jacobson5 years ago in Filthy
INSTEAD OF INTRODUCTION
- A secret!- he said, and sarcastic smile touched the corners of his lips. - A secret! He gifted me with a single look. It was a short but exceptionally sober look, kind of evaluation of how much I worth on the scale of the most spiritual preferences of this world.
By Len Grossman5 years ago in Filthy
First Night
“Vera?” Again, I heard my name in a questioning tone as was usual with first time tinder dates. “Yeah, hi!” I responded to the broad-shouldered, six-foot-three Leon who answered the door. He let me into his apartment which was low-lit and already had a sensual feel. Black leather furniture, lamps instead of overhead light, and red mood lighting in the bedroom. I told Leon beforehand I didn’t want to have sex the first time we hung out, but when I walked in the door, I thought that feeling might change. Leon poured me a glass of wine and asked me about myself. He mozied about the kitchen; I pet his dog and sipped my wine. But my pussy was wetting to the sound of his deep robust voice. “Would you like to smoke and watch a movie,” he asked. I nodded and followed him to the low-sitting black leather couch.
By Vera Viral5 years ago in Filthy
The First of Many Firsts
Chapter 2 I woke up and looked at my phone, 10:37AM. Damn my head hurts. I roll over and see Mikel still sleeping. I didn’t want to wake him, so I slowly slid out of the bed and quitely made my way to the bathroom because I really had to pee, like a racehorse.
By Rebecca Kimbrell5 years ago in Filthy
