Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Filthy.

Loving the Beast
You can keep your sparkly vampires. They’re not for me. Give me a shaggy, wild, barely-controlled beast of a man any day. I want hair and fur and claws and rippling muscle. And that’s exactly what I got with him.
By Dark Cherry Collective6 years ago in Filthy
The Art of Cosplay Lewds
Too many people assume that creating “sexy” content is easy. “All you do is look cute and take naked pictures of yourself! That’s not real work,” is something that is said frequently about “NSFW” cosplayers and artists and it couldn’t be further from the truth.
By Yarn Goddess Cosplay6 years ago in Filthy
Jurassic Jiu-Jitsu Love Samba
The apatosaurs were massive, majestic creatures. Even at a genetically-enhanced height of 15 feet, Danyell was still only about half their height. The towering beasts lumbered through the leafy green of the jungle, each footstep an unrushed thunderfall. Beneath their feet, the jungle floor shook, and the smaller animals scattered and screeched at the annoyance of the sauropod parade. The calls of the widespread pack she was shadowing echoed back and forth through the lush valley; great beacons calling out in baleful groans and hoots. As if in reply, all around them, the jungle was a burst of animated energy.
By Made in DNA6 years ago in Filthy
The Stage Hypnotist's Pet
The stage was empty and so were the seats. Not for long, though. Wendy thumped the pin-sized clip-on mic in her hand and listened with satisfaction to the response of the theater's state-of-the-art sound system.
By Rhea Corvos6 years ago in Filthy
Strip Club Etiquette - Part 3
For what its worth, the life of a strip club customer is a never ending cycle of VIP private room dances, alcohol consumption, gifts and monetary contributions. Every club is unique as well as the customers that enter. Every customer has a certain characteristic. You will see the drunken alcoholic who will roam around the club not having any idea of where they are at. There is the whale who has stacks of 100 singles, gets bottle service and throws stacks of dollar bills at the dancers like there is no tomorrow. The whales are the ones who always have their stacks of in 100 singles in full view for display to gain the attention of the dancers passing by. They demand attention to themselves by being loud and presenting the illusion that they are a big shot by spending money and drinks on the girls. Then there is the barfly who sits quietly at the bar or at a table/booth and always keeps to himself until an entertainer sits next to him and tries to start a conversation with him. Last but not least, there is the old schooler. Their vast knowledge and experience allows them to clearly understand the game of how a strip club works and the ins and outs. They can spot a rookie stripper or an amateur customer. They are considered an expert in the field because they know what to say when an entertainer approaches them and what the conversation will incur. Yet within the different characteristics of customers there are different types that exist.
By Johnny V6 years ago in Filthy
Why I Waited to Have Sex
It took me a long time to be comfortable with myself as a sexual being. I grew up shy and introverted and suffered from very low self-esteem. I had a range of crushes and fantasies growing up, as any normal child might, but they were secretive and only mine.
By J6 years ago in Filthy
Open
Two women explore the boundaries of an open relationship. My phone pings. A WhatsApp message from Kimara: Seriously undone by you.
By Aurore6 years ago in Filthy
Glasgow's Burlesque Festival
The plan was to grab dinner and perhaps drink a bottle of cheap white wine in bed with a film playing in the background. Instead, we found ourselves sitting front row at the 'Riding Room'—sickeningly-sweet cocktails in hand—in the midst of Glasgow's annual Burlesque festival.
By Laura Scalco 6 years ago in Filthy
“There Are No Good Girls Gone Wrong – Just Bad Girls Found Out”
Do you ever wonder what made you the person you are today? Well, those thoughts always come to my mind and, even deeper, I wonder how I became a Nympho. Yes, that's the truth. Was I always like this? Interestingly enough, when I look back at a lifetime memories that I can remember, I was always very sexual. I was very curious at an early age (touching myself and experimenting) and lost my virginity at the age of 12-13. Curiosity killed the cat, right? Well let’s just say I haven’t stopped being curious and I test my limits all the time. I find new and better ways to do different things with different people. What’s the issue with that? Well, there certainly are negative consequences for sexually compulsive behavior, just to name a few: greater exposure to STDs, damaged/short term relationships, loss of reputation, sex becomes a way to numb out pain or loneliness, easily bored with sex partners, etc. I looked up the term Nymphomaniac in a dictionary when I was younger and it was completely relatable, which made me feel like I wasn’t alone (Geez, it’s in the fucking Webster Dictionary for God’s sake, it has to be real)!
By Insatiable-ness6 years ago in Filthy
For the Love of a Demon Ep. 8
Louisa and her family have faced many dangers since our last encounter. The children are now almost fully grown and are coming into their demonic powers.
By Lorelei_Sands6 years ago in Filthy
The Drive Home
A stop off at her local wine shop turns into a parking lot hook-up. I’m on my way home from a long weekend in the city. The sun is setting as I cross the bridge, and that always inspires romance in me. I’ve had the day to recover from two nights of dancing and watching other people fuck. I’m feeling sexy in my hot-weather party pajamas, a short, thin, army green skirt, strappy black tank top, and black lace-up boots. I’ve shoved all my party clothes into my magic purse, and now I have to dig through it all to find my phone because the radio just cut out and there’s traffic.
By Aurore6 years ago in Filthy
Thickness
A woman meets a man in a bar and initiates a spontaneous hook up. I’ll never understand beer, how it’s made, the sourness, the richness, what the amber color means, or why the specificity of the pour is so important. And I’m okay with that. If I listened to what he’s saying instead of intensely fixating on how his shirt fits snuggly across his forceful shoulders, I might be able to appreciate the hops education he’s giving me. But navigating the complex culture of brewing will have to wait for another day when his thick right hand isn’t brushing against the outside of my left thigh that just so happens to be uncovered from my flouncy, black summer dress.
By Aurore6 years ago in Filthy