Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Filthy.
Down Under On The Farm
Recently, my dad, James, a wealthy entrepreneur who made his millions from the stock market bought a ranch in Australia. My sisters and I had always wanted to go. So we packed our bags one summer to go and visit him. Our dad was a swanky stockbroker who lived in a penthouse, so we weren't sure what he was up to, or what we were walking into.
By Casey Keller6 years ago in Filthy
But We Did
We said we wouldn't but we did. We said we couldn't but were all in, in each other's face and space. Creating heat and breaths meshing, hands touching and bodies rubbing. Our eyes content on discovering the lightness of the brown in our stares, so we get in each other's nearer...minty exchange of air.
By J.S. Danielle6 years ago in Filthy
MY FAVOURITE DUNGEON SEX TOYS AND BDSM FURNITURE
I am currently holding sessions at a fully equipped dungeon in Central London with a vast array of kinky toys, apparatuses and stunning dungeon furniture. It is by far in the top 3 best dungeons in London and probably the UK. It’s is without a doubt a BDSM playroom paradise for you and your BDSM Mistress, with top of the range, custom made furniture from fetters.com and kink toys that leave my subs gagging for more and returning for their fix time and time again.
By Mistress Terra6 years ago in Filthy
Lucifer
Chapter 1 Hell hath no ruler “City of Angels... or demons in this case.” Lucifer couldn’t believe what he’d been missing all this time. All his desires in one beautiful place. He stood six foot tall, and he would have your mind running in different directions with his jet black hair and wildly beautiful green eyes. He wore only the finest Louis Vuitton suits; however, occasionally he would come across one he liked by Dolce & Gabbana. He liked to keep his look clean and pressed. He is a businessman; after all, he’s been making deals his whole life.
By Breanna Katelin Curry6 years ago in Filthy
The Two Fs: The Keys to Vitality and Purpose
Our evolution is a fascinating one. From the atom, to an amoeba, to a complex, multi-faceted species, we have evolved with limited means and basic guiding principles. However it seems that the further along that we’ve passed on our genes, the more innovation crafts us gadgets, gizmos and convenience, the more we connect with a vastly growing planet, we seem to have deviated further and further from that which has allowed us to evolve and thrive as a species biologically.
By Aygen James6 years ago in Filthy
The Rugby Bath
Setting the scene This story takes place in a large leisure centre/sports club. You are with your lover swimming in an indoor swimming pool within the leisure centre and he suggests that you maybe go and use the sauna. It’s pretty quiet within the leisure centre at this moment in time, you are dressed in a little bikini that’s just tied up in a bow at the back of the top on either side of the bottoms so very easy to gain access. You have been flirting all day with each other and it feels like something is about to happen.
By David Woodhead6 years ago in Filthy
Roz
Beginning The gray light that reflected off the rain clouds shown from the window on to the water in the tub casting the entire bathroom in gloom; the gloom didn’t bother Rozlyn. Gloom seemed to be her faithful friend that was always there, always reliable. Rozlyn had become accustomed to being caught in the gloom; for most of her adult life the rain always seemed to come out at the right time. That was the one great thing about the rain that never failed; no one could tell that you were crying. The rain has always been the perfect mask. Rozlyn was used to wearing masks. She never allowed anyone to get close enough to see the real her. Sitting here naked in the white enameled tub with her face fresh and clean and the suds of the bubble bath long gone exposing her supple breasts was as natural and vulnerable as she allowed herself to get, even private. Rozlyn never dared to even acknowledge who she was deep inside. She didn’t want to chance opening the door she hid her true self behind out of fear that she wouldn’t be able to close the door again. The thought, the prospect of her true self being let loose and shattering the mask she has taken pains and the time to make and project as her was almost too much to even think about allowing.
By Stephanie Foreman6 years ago in Filthy
