Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Filthy.
I Dream of Breasts and Wolves
I have had dreams. We all have. Part of my sexual awakening was having particular types of dreams as early as 6 or 7 years old. I remember distinctly having dreams of full warm luscious breasts and me suckling them. Now, one might think, "Oh, she was breastfed as a baby and those were remnants of memories." You would think, right? But no, I was not breastfed as a baby. I can't really tell you why I've had these dreams off and on all my life.
By Eulonda B. Marie6 years ago in Filthy
Give Me Something Thick...
According to Healthdata.org, 2.1 Billion people are overweight or obese. That is nearly one-third of the Earth’s population. It amazes me that most people behave as if those who are overweight and obese don’t care about themselves or maybe they’re just lazy. That’s absolutely ridiculous!
By Andrea Tumblin6 years ago in Filthy
5 Things to Do While You Stay the F#ck Home
On my toughest Mondays, my coworkers could always count on me to say, “I just need one more day on the weekends.” It always felt like another 24 hours for me-time would give me the relaxation and reset that I needed to be my best self. Sometimes I’d even find myself daydreaming of all the things I could do with a week off. Hello, sweatpants!
By Trish Gilmore6 years ago in Filthy
A Sensual Bad Day??
Finally, the day was over and i had to walk from my workplace to my home. I had the worst day of my life at work, I was so tired and my body felt sticky. I walked into the house feeling raunchy and i had to take a shower immediately. So i walked to the bedroom, i took off my clothes ready to bounce into the shower. The water in the shower was cold and that made me feel so great and powerful, my penis was enjoying the movement of cold water around the head.
By Kevin Wanjiku6 years ago in Filthy
The Biker
I knew he was coming home with me. I hadn't met him in person yet, but I knew he'd be coming home with me. From the pictures of him on his motorcycle with sunglasses to the tattoos on his back; I knew I would not be coming home alone. I wasn't planning on him coming back with me. I wasn't hoping for it. I just knew.
By Xena Warrior6 years ago in Filthy
The American Sex Education System. How it Failed us All.
In 2020 it is typically known that the American education system is an absolute mess. From not paying hardworking teachers, to teens graduating high school not remembering anything but that sick party junior year.
By Sierra Lynn6 years ago in Filthy
Fifty Shades Redder
The stench of dried blood was almost overwhelming. Still, Steven did his best with bleach and ammonia to get it cleaned up off the floor. He put his three thousand count white Egyptian sheets in the washer, with almost to much bleach that he almost gagged at the fumes.
By Casey Keller6 years ago in Filthy
BDSM negotiations
So this is one topic everyone in BDSM needs to know about. We will get into everything you need to know. What is a negotiation? It's where you talk about everything pertaining to the scene or relationship. This is the time to lay everything out on the table. It's a time to make sure that the two of you are on the same page. In a dynamic or relationship it's usually an ongoing conversation and one you can revisit over and over again.
By Lena Bailey6 years ago in Filthy
Workout Buddies
I don’t know what possessed me to agree to going to the gym regularly, but Zach was my friend and it gave me time to complain about everyday life and a friend to workout with. It’s not that I don’t want to get in shape, I just don’t like going to gyms. Today as I get ready to go meet him, I can’t help but inwardly groan because I’m just sexually frustrated and know that working out is only going to make it worse. I make up my mind to wear a bright pink thong and matching low-cut sports bra, that pushes my DD’s into some flattering cleavage, with loose fitting extra short black shorts and flowing gray tank top that hangs off my boobs perfectly. If I’m going to be sexual frustrated today, I’m going to make sure my friend is too.
By Cheyenne Fanning6 years ago in Filthy
Cheryl
Cheryl was looking at boxes that she had ready near the front door marked, Charlie. It was all of the things that he had own. She knew one day Charlie was going to leave, but the 20-year-old Crimson-haired young woman never thought his departure from this world would stem from the trauma she experienced a couple weeks ago. The young woman saw the truck pull up, ready to take his donations, and she put them outside, one box at a time.
By Rayna Quinns6 years ago in Filthy










