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Most recently published stories in Filthy.

Sex with a Gentleman
I was watching her from across the restaurant. She was beautiful. The way she flipped her auburn hair when she laughed. Her bright red lipstick perfectly applied to her full heart shaped lips. I am guessing her eyes are blue, they look like they should be blue anyway. She had stood and walked to the ladies room, gliding across the floor like an angel. Her long black gown flirting around her ankles, just short enough to reveal her delicate stilettos. I smiled to myself as I watched her make it seem so effortless to walk in them; she was a natural. Her long legs, mmmm... I need to stop.
By Vivian Heart7 years ago in Filthy
A Taste of Pepper
Pepper Kester is a lesbian porn star. Or, mostly so. I think she has done the occasional straight or "heteronormative" porn scene—but who the fuck wants that? I have absolutely ZERO interest in watching Pepper get pounded by prick. I'd rather see a scene where her "boyfriend" and his "girlfriend" do a partner swap, and she buries her sweet little tongue in the horny honey pot of some snotty, skinny-as-a-rail porn video ingénue. This could progress into a bi-sex foursome, dudes getting it on with each other, getting it on with girls getting it on with each other. Happy times.
By Tom Baker7 years ago in Filthy
100 Sexiest Women of the Decade
As the decade comes to a close we take a moment to remember and celebrate the women who through their accomplishments, talents, looks and actions were the world's sexiest from the years 2010-2019.
By Winners Only7 years ago in Filthy
The Sex I Really Want
Couples therapy, yay! Often I thought that the daunting task of going to therapy made things worse in our marriage. Well, until that one time when the therapist asked me that golden question.
By Vivian Heart7 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins... (Ch. 10)
When we get inside I see a giant screen TV playing music videos and it is above a long bar. There is an open space with some tables that also doubles as a dance floor, I guess this place turns into a club after midnight. To the right of the entrance is outdoor seating and another bar. In the center is the hostess who takes us to the outdoor seating area where Khyle's friends are sitting.
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
Exploring Sexuality with William Burroughs (And His Orgasm Machine)
For no one is it a secret that the writer William S. Burroughs was dazzled in a life that went back and forth between sex, stimulants, and literature.
By creatorsklub7 years ago in Filthy
Sex in Concourse D
Kicking off my black heels and placing them in the plastic tub, along with my purse and a small carry on, I shoved the grey tub onto the conveyor belt that brought my belongings to the security x-ray machine. Waiting my turn to walk through the metal detector I looked around at the other passengers who were doing the same thing, trying to get to the gate where their plane waited to fly them to their destination.
By Vivian Heart7 years ago in Filthy
Strip Club Etiquette
At least every major city across America and the world has a strip club. Also known as a gentlemen's club, the strip club is the epicenter of adult entertainment, where mostly men, but sometimes women, gather to experience the world of strippers, g-strings, lap dances, tipping, and bachelor parties. The world of strip clubs is another world within itself. First, there are the unique names: The Dollhouse, Cheetahs, Sapphire, Blush, Mons Venus, Larry Flynt's Hustler Club, Christies Cabaret, Crazy Horse, Centerfolds, Spearmint Rhino, Playmates, and Magic City, just to name a few. And then there is the lingo, drama, fights, stripper politics, and the secrecy that lies behind the walls of the VIP rooms. Every strip club operates differently—it's usually based on the management and the city ordinances.
By Johnny V7 years ago in Filthy
Precious
My heart was beating a thousand miles a minute. My hands shaking with anticipation of what was to come. The moment the cab driver pulled up in front of your house, I stopped breathing. I felt you before I saw you, my breaths coming in slower pants, my tongue darting out to lick my lips. You were leaning against the front gate, looking as sinful as ever. We locked eyes as soon as I stepped out of the cab and you paid the driver. We didn't have to greet each other. Our heated gazes did that for us. And you obeyed the eagerness in your eyes by placing your hands on my waist, pulling me closer to you. My arms wrapped around you, the scent of your cologne making my clit throb with need. I inhaled your scent deeply and buried my face into your neck, my grip on you tightening, yours on me as well. Your crooked grin could kill me alone. Just like it always has. I kissed all the way up to your lips, but you stopped me before I could devour them. You took my face into your rugged hands and looked into my soul before you spoke.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Filthy
I Spanked Him
I took two shots of whiskey because I am so nervous to reenact my day dreams with him. I decided to tie his hands and whip him with a flogger for the first time in my life. I am determined! I have never been on the other side of this kind of game and just the thought gives me sweats and chills at the same time.
By Yuliya Brown7 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins (Ch. 9)
Planning my outfit for tomorrow, laying down a frayed pair of jeans that have a few tears in the knee and thigh, and I can't decide if I should wear a one piece tank top or a slightly see through v cut t-shirt. I lay them out on my chair right outside my closet and figure my mind will make a choice by tomorrow night.
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
I F**k and Forget You!
This is my pussy power, and I flex it like a pro. I know my pussy changes lives, creates thoughts, and moves mountains, so I am careful with who I give it to. The chosen few, or many (however you want to look at it) have never forgotten it. WHY AM I TALKING ABOUT THIS? It's my way of establishing the fact that I am the owner of my pussy. No one that doesn't take care of it or see about it can judge its feelings or movements in society. If this pussy chooses to sample the variety of phallus and tongues this world has to offer, it shall 'til its heart's content. I have a desire to slide on new dick, cum on fresh tongue, and moan a new name every time I get undressed, and no one will make me feel less of myself because of it.
By Kai Storm7 years ago in Filthy