Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Filthy.
Taste of Pleasure
Kylie pushed her books away when her phone rang, Mister flashed on the screen. She snatched it off the table and swiped to answer. “Hello.” Her voice was breathy, like a giddy school girl seeing her crush. She left his place less than twelve hours ago, but she wanted more.
By Asrai Devin6 years ago in Filthy
Why Sexual Desire Is Strong At The Beginning Of Relationships
The beginnings of relationships are often thought of as the best. There’s lots of sex, talking, bonding, sharing, and staring into each other’s eyes. It’s a highly intoxicating period of time that is nothing short of magical when we’re in the thick of it – and its addictive nature seems to explain why sexual desire is strong at the beginning of relationships.
By Leigh Norén6 years ago in Filthy
INTERVIEW WITH A SEX DOLL OWNER
We interviewed a sex doll owner who is 70 years old, we chose to keep his name anonymous. Let’s call him Neil. When I arrived to meet with him, Neil took me to where his dolls were. I found a lot of them sleeping in different beds and others were playing in the living room. Neil was quite funny and he whispered in my ear as if he didn’t want the dolls to hear. He told me that the dolls on the bed were a little lazy.
By Monica Bruce6 years ago in Filthy
The Theatrical Fallacies Of Dirty Talk
Recently I’ve been snacking on the intersection of dirty talk and sexual performance and just how bombastically cumbersome it can be when it comes to performing at such an intricate level of theatrics, and how we’re all sort of expected to put on a one woman show of unfounded lustful caterwauling whenever we get to fucking. Surely you’ve all noticed how particularly kitschy it all can be, right? At the end of the fucking day, aren’t we all exhausted from life’s different capacities for theatrics? We are all constantly having to perform for the sake of shielding our fragility from friends, family, co-workers, or that big cocked up dude at the tobacco store! Shouldn’t we enjoy sex as it stands as an act of erotic exertion, and call it at that, instead of engaging in some hippodrome fuckfest of maximum uncomfortability?
By Michael Lee6 years ago in Filthy
Deco Smoke Stories
1920’s Gretta Greta rolled down her black stockings letting her fingers brush her skin, slowly, starting at the very top. Her fingers brushed her clitoris and her muscles contracted and warmed slightly at the unexpected touch. She continued to place the flat of her palm on her inner thigh to roll the stocking down. Her legs were smooth except for the faintest of down that could be felt nearing her ankle. Dropping the stocking to the floor she began the other leg. She stretched a little touching her toes then making her hand flat again she enjoyed the sensation of the silk beneath her palm. With both hands she traced the outline of her leg letting her right hand linger over her sex thinking about pleasuring herself. She decided to wait and to let the pressure build.
By Juniper Jones6 years ago in Filthy
Fallen Deep
Waking up coughing from the burning sensation in my throat. The room spun for a second while I adjusted to the blinding light, my eyes shot around the room Mo, Jerry, Tee even Ma? Why was she down from the mountains? It was then that the realization hit me.
By Habby Grac6 years ago in Filthy
