Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Filthy.
Loved the Club
Several people at the strip club watch the dancers dance, drinking their drinks, and enjoying themselves. One woman approaches the stage with a pocket full of money and pulls her stack out. So the dancer comes closer and she start thinking to herself while rumbling through her cash, “Where are my smaller bills?”
By Aries Prestige5 years ago in Filthy
The Best Women’s Sex Toys in 2020
A really, really good orgasm. I am talking about the ones that pick your back right off of the ground, levitating your physical being as your mental state enters the time altering whirlpool of pure sensual vibration, leaving this very planet to instead revel in pure bliss.
By Jane O'brien5 years ago in Filthy
Writing Erotica Right!
So, I am asked, how can you write about a bunch of folks bumping uglies. That kind sir is not Erotica, that is porn. Erotica is much more mainstream now, finally. Just look at HBO. The L-Word, Carnival Row, Game of Thrones. The list goes on. These are Erotica. Hell, I was just watching Stargate Universe and talk about the nipples and soft porn craziness in that show. Wow.
By Bella Cooper5 years ago in Filthy
I Lost My Husband During My First Orgy
Getting lost in a crowd is not an unusual occurrence for me. I’ve always been a daydreamer and tend toward introspection, even when I should be paying attention to my surrounds. As my grandfather liked to say, I don’t have a ton of situational awareness.
By Demeter DeLune5 years ago in Filthy
Walking away from BDSM
Cassie sat in her office, stunned. She didn't normally take personal calls at work but she made an exception. Clearly, it had been a bad idea. Her father, Thomas Alexander, shared the news that her stepmother, Carmen, had just died. No Cassie had to muddle through the rest of her day, three hours, in shock. Though she had respect and love for the woman, they had fussed and fought for the last twenty-five years. Each woman believing that they knew Thomas best. The funny thing was now none of that mattered because she was quite unexpectedly gone.
By Michelle Moore Dickerson5 years ago in Filthy
Heat
‘As thus: mine eye’s due is thy outward part, And my heart’s right thy inward love of heart’ Shakespeare, Sonnet No. 46. Sacha was a music teacher, an accomplished pianist whose guitar was an extension of himself. He had delicate hands and long, lean, spatulate fingers that plucked the guitar strings in a way that would make your heart weep. Sacha was a quiet, solitary person who enjoyed his own company, only venturing on nights out for a drink with a couple of close friends occasionally. Of course, that somewhat precluded the opportunity to meet Mr Right. Despite his introverted character, Sacha was quick-witted and easy-going. His friends were always bemoaning his single status asking how it could still be so when he was such a great guy and so easy on the eye too. Sacha wasn’t blind, he could see when he looked in the mirror that there wasn’t a monster looking back at him. He was one inch off six feet tall. He was lean but solid, thanks to years of playing football. His long black hair was usually tied in a plait revealing his high cheek bones, full, red lips and bright blue eyes. Unfortunately what Sacha’s friends did not know was that it wasn’t just Mr Right that Sacha was looking for. He had known for a long time that he was naturally submissive and because he wasn’t comfortable with online dating he had accepted the fact that he would just have to wait for Mr Right to appear. It wasn’t just a sub/dom relationship he wanted but someone who would truly love him, care for him, look after him and direct him but who would appreciate Sacha’s need for independence and solitude sometimes.
By Julie Murrow5 years ago in Filthy
And My Dating Journey Begins
Let’s face it – being single sucks. No matter how many times I desperately try to convince myself that I need to find happiness alone BEFORE attracting Mr. Dream Guy into my already sufficiently joyful life, I unfailingly and repeatedly arrive at this same sad conclusion. As a fresh divorcée, I have the unfortunate naiveté to carelessly believe that I will find my perfect guy pretty much immediately after my divorce. All too quickly I realize it ain’t so easy to find him, especially with the newly developed, post-marriage-failure, persistent conviction that THIS time, I HAVE to get it right. So per my fellow solo female friend’s recommendation, I start reading Arielle Ford’s “The Soulmate Secret” – supposedly the go-to bible for single, lonely women such as myself. (Arielle claims she met her soulmate for the first time at age 44, poor woman). Sure enough, I get a little euphoric from all the inspirational Buddhist wisdom it offers. “Imagine you have already met your soulmate, make your soulmate list, and trust the universe will bring him to you. FEEEEEEEL what it would feel like to be with HIM (she calls this FEELINGIZATIONS). I follow her instructions as precisely as I can, but after slightly over-indulging with even my high-quality dildo gives me a nasty yeast infection, I start craving the real thing. And some human touch. “Set the table for two, make the bed for two”, Arielle says. Sorry Arielle, I am a full-time working single mom of a four-year old – I don’t have time to set the table and make the bed for an imaginary soulmate, and frankly just the idea of doing that kind of freaks me out.
By LA Dating Chronicles5 years ago in Filthy
Luli
“We have just touched down in Sydney where the weather is a balmy 36 degrees, a reminder to remain seated with your seatbelt fastened until the aircraft comes to a halt and the Captain switches off the seatbelt sign,” Luli says through the intercom somehow impossibly chirpily despite it being for the fourth time today. She was tired and couldn’t wait to get back to her hotel for 3 days rest and actually enjoy a weekend for the first time in god knows how long.
By Frank Mcgrath5 years ago in Filthy
2 Sisters, 1 Man, 1 Night- Erotic True Story
A Short Little Back Story Yes, this is a true story. The names have been changed. Amber and Tracy are half sisters that grew up together as sisters and are only about a year apart in age. Tyler and Amber dated for a short span of time while she was in her senior year of high school, and he was a Freshman; though he was a year older than most HS freshman. Even after they broke up, Tyler and Tracy remained friends. The former couple lost touch, but only due to life and not any harsh feelings. This story takes place years after the two had broken up and all three were well into adulthood.
By Timothy A Rowland5 years ago in Filthy
