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Most recently published stories in Filthy.
Where It Begins... (Ch. 6)
Back home I shower and pack a small bowl of weed. I can already feel my anxiety getting to me, and after today's crap I feel it is also well deserved. I want to feel amazing and relaxed, not shaking and tense. I lay out my clothes and decide to go with a flowy burgundy crop top that shows just enough of my belly to tease him, my black ripped jeans and my biker heels. Feeling the sexy biker vibes tonight. I am fearless, strong and sexy... at least on the outside. On the inside I am a hot nervous mess, and I laugh at myself.
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
Active Energetic Consent
There are 4 types of consent within our society and I have listed and defined them below. It is so important now, more than ever, that we look at how we see consent. This needs to be a topic of conversation, a topic of education, a topic to be defined. I have put together Active Energetic Consent as a relevant way to explore the mandatory topic.
By Miss Aayden ~ L.S. Diamond7 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins... (Ch. 5)
The next few days at work seem to drag on. The days seem to become repetitive and I hate it; wake up go to work, home, and bed. Saving the weekends for the enjoyment and adventures. I always told myself that I am not going to be spell checking these writers my whole life. I will be able to make my own schedule and not have to be in the physical office every day. I will take the most beautiful pictures and have them displayed in the magazine for the world to see. What can I say, I know what I want.
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins... (Ch. 4)
After the little meeting, I finish up the day and head home. I get to my apartment, kick off my heels, and I put on my comfy shorts and a tank top. I slide my fuzzy black slippers on and head to the kitchen, a big glass of wine was calling my name. I move to my couch, turn on the TV, and flip the channels until I find a repeat of a show I have seen too many times. I start to slide down on the couch and I get real comfortable. Reaching for my phone, I set my alarm for work the next morning, but also with a small hope I would get a text from Khyle. I'm also not surprised if I don't get one. I finish my wine and can feel its sweet, crispy flavors sitting on my tongue, sliding down my throat relaxing me.
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins... (Ch. 3)
Monday morning is here and for once, I'm excited to go into work. I get up to our floor and walk over to my desk, there is no one here at this time and I like it. I am a little early, so I turn on my computer to let everything load and I figure I would get some coffee to kill some time. I see the light on in Khyle's office, so I walk over to his door to say good morning but he is not there. Bumer. I am dying for my caffeine, so I head to the office kitchen to make a cup... or a bowl. As I wait for the coffee to brew ,Khyle walks in and goes to the far side of the room for some breakfast. My inner Goddess smacks me upside the head and I instantly correct my posture and stick my butt out just a little. He looks over to me and politely says good morning and heads back to his office. I would be lying if I said I was not disappointed when he didn't make a remark about the art event or even come closer to me, but then I remember we couldn't.
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
Virginity Lost
The corn swayed as the wind tugged at the young stalks of corn that shielded them. They had spent their afternoons there since they were children. But, something was different about this afternoon. Donna laid on the ground, the sun shining down on her.
By Vivian Heart7 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins... (Ch. 2)
I have no idea where he is walking to, but he places his hand on my lower back once again and leads me out onto the outdoor patio and onto the grass. There are soft white lights lining the patio as we walk to the edge of the cobblestone area up to the grass.
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
I’m Just Not in the Mood Right Now
At times when we are in a relationship, we may enter a phase where our partner has a lower sexual appetite than we do. If you enter one of those phases, it may be good to have an idea of what could be causing the “I’m just not in the mood right now,” as well as having solutions to experiment with.
By Joe Nathan7 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins....Chat 1
I know I should not admit it, but I have a crush on one the executives of Free Flow Magazine, one of the most popular magazines in the country. I mean what girl wouldn't have a crush on one of the hottest bachelor executives in the state. I know he thinks nothing of me and only notices me when we are in meetings, if that. I am one of five jr. editors in the company, and its my job to read and correct the articles that come my way. Each day he passes by my desk to get to his fancy office and I have to see him walk by, well suited and so very handsome. He is tall and well built with dirty blonde hair that is always so neatly groomed. I can't help but wonder what is underneath that suit, like any sane woman would wonder. I know I am not the only woman in the company who thinks Khyle is just sexy. When you're a single bachelor you are bound to attract some kind off attention. My mind races and I am lost in my oh so inappropriate thoughts. How is this man single?
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
Darling... Let Me Taste You
Kylie texted her lover, the one man in her life currently, who satisfied her without exploiting her kinky desires. Derek would always jump at the opportunity to do just that every chance he got. The tall brunette and tattooed man stood at her door, his thin muscular frame and office attire always made her more turned on. She opened the door with a violet fuzzy bathrobe and he stepped inside.
By Kira Lydia G.7 years ago in Filthy
