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Most recently published stories in Filthy.

Overtime
It was late. I'd already crawled into bed because I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. You called to let me know that you were on your way home from work, but I was just tired. Since I've had to go to work earlier, it's definitely worn me down, but we needed the extra overtime between the two of us.
By D. Lynn6 years ago in Filthy
Top 4 Things You Didn’t Know About Foot Fetishists
Today, we look at what it is about feet that turns people on, and what you can expect if you want to meet feet singles. #1: They Like Other People's Feet, Not Their Own
By Jennifer West6 years ago in Filthy
Those First Tender Moments
Your heart starts pounding. You've just wrapped up brunch. Your smile reflected in her eyes. Hands entwined together, fingers dancing with intimacy. You head back to your place to decide what to do for the rest of the day. You have an idea of what is going to happen next, or you don't. The truth it you haven't got a clue, this is brand new territory. The entire ride home you can’t help but laugh. Every note rings true, you burst into colors but in a pathetic way to remain calm you simply nod and smile. Afraid to let her know, let her know that she has you. All of you.
By James Greasley6 years ago in Filthy
My Experience Selling Nudes
I was the type of person that never sent nudes to anyone. I always thought that if I was going to send them, they where going to be to my husband or long-term boyfriend. I would get asked to send nudes, or I would receive a random dick pic, then the guy would demand that I send him a nude—all because he sent me an unsolicited dick pic. Nope. That’s not how that works, sir. For years, I told guys, "No." I stuck it to. Not sending nudes was one of my morals. I may not have many, but I try to stick to the ones I have. I never thought in a million years that I would be selling my nude pictures.
By Daisy May6 years ago in Filthy
Unbidden
Anna heard voices at the end of the hall and paused. The door to Stefan’s studio remained open a crack. A sliver of flickering lamplight drew a line across the Persian rug and made a sharp angle as it ran up the wall. A low, breathy laugh leaked through the crack that most certainly belonged to a woman.
By Sarah Blair6 years ago in Filthy
They're Not Tits!
She was not my girlfriend. I really didn’t want her to be. I was done raising my kids and she had five or six of them under the age of fourteen. I liked her company though, so I hung out with her whenever I could. She was an artist and a damned good one. I would sit and watch her paint, sometimes playing piano quietly in the background. She liked that. She said it relaxed her and helped her do her best work. I loved her energy and was always happy just to be in the same room as her.
By Tim Ellerbe II6 years ago in Filthy
Candid Pleasures!
It's been a while since I last saw or heard from him. In fact, I would've bet anybody that he wasn't even thinking about me, and why would he? He made it clear that I wasn't important to him and he only responded to my calls/text messages when I reached out first, so why would anything about me cross his mind? As far as I was concerned, I meant nothing to him, was easily replaceable, and therefore there was no reason to keep in contact with me; not only did I understand it, I was comfortable with it. It became a life lesson to be okay when I wanted something or someone that didn't want me. That theory was put to the test when I least expected it and to be honest... it failed me big time... but in a good way. Let me explain further.
By Kai Storm6 years ago in Filthy
Sasha's Hypnotic Awakening
Sasha didn't like to let on her attractions. It was nobody's business that she was interested in Jean, and nobody's business that she wanted her body. It wasn't right. It wasn't proper. And Sasha was nothing if not right and proper. Didn't she wear the flattest bras she could find to disguise her awful, enormous, gravity-defying breasts? Didn't she wrap herself in the baggiest clothing to hide her stubbornly sensual curves? There was no way, Sasha thought, that she was going to be one of those girls. She wouldn't wear lipstick. She wouldn't tease. And she certainly wouldn't be a lesbian.
By Rhea Corvos6 years ago in Filthy
Fucking a Total Stranger
I’m not that sort of girl. Not normally. I only have sex with boyfriends, with men who love me. Maybe the occasional one-night adventure, but I always know their name. I’m a good girl.
By Dark Cherry Collective6 years ago in Filthy
The Return of Freedom to Love Without Barriers (Part 2—The Beginning of the End of HIV)
In my previous article, "The Return of Freedom to Love Without Barriers—Part 1," I told of the beginnings of the Free Love Movement, the contraceptive pill, and the Age of Sexual Enlightenment. We discussed the beginnings of the AIDS epidemic and the beginning of the Condom Era, where we learned that sex can kill you, and the term "safe sex" became a household word.
By Craig Braquet6 years ago in Filthy
The Return of Freedom to Love Without Barriers (Part 1—The Beginning)
I’ll start out by saying this is going to be a controversial article. I’ll be called irresponsible. The comments will be raging with vitriol on both sides of the argument, but it’s time that someone brought it up.
By Craig Braquet6 years ago in Filthy
Sucking Her Beautiful Clit
Katy wouldn’t let me put my hand in her knickers. Not at first. We got on brilliantly. We kissed at the end of our first date. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. It was perfect.
By Dark Cherry Collective6 years ago in Filthy