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Most recently published stories in Filthy.
Coffee Shop Guy [Part 1]
A basic background story about my life: I graduated from university; the longest four years of my life, and everyone who graduates and goes out into the financially driven world; I got hit with multiple rejection and unemployment. I was applying everywhere and anywhere just to get a stable job, something that will give me money regularly so I did not have to live off my cousin. I had absolutely no luck in obtaining a job in my field, so I decided it was time to get a part-time job or casual jobs.
By victoria m7 years ago in Filthy
Scars on Fire
I have three rules that I, June Saltzman, have to abide by during my readings. Number one: Don't leave the spiritual plane door open. Number two: Never let them see even a glimpse of your fears. And finally, seek your spirit guide when you break rule number one and two.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Filthy
Professor That Played Me
It was final exams week, I had only taken one class because it was my final year and I just needed this class to get me to graduate. It was a bird class as people say, an easy way to boost your average and the professor always passes everyone on his list. I missed one of the midterms so my final exam was worth more than the rest of the students, but the topic of media studies was easy, it was a lot of articles and facts that I have learned from my job so I knew I would be getting an A- easily.
By victoria m7 years ago in Filthy
Fire and Ice
I was lost in his lips. They were so soft. Their smoothness was pressed firmly to mine. My mind was going blank. I couldn't think of anything aside from how they felt. My heart was racing. I was positive he could feel it thunking against my ribs. He brought his hand to the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair. He pressed his face even harder to mine. When I felt his tongue against my lips, I opened and accepted it eagerly. He tasted like a slice of Heaven.
By Kyler Richards7 years ago in Filthy
The Bisexual Christian
It took me three attempts to come out to my parents. Considering I'm from a large family of Christians, I'll take it as a success. I wasn't nervous or anything, they were just confused. I think it would have gone a lot smoother if I was just a lesbian. Defining bisexuality is often a trying and frustrating procedure. Turning to passive/semi/full on aggressive posts about the validity of sexuality regardless of relationship status when the frustration needs to seep out is something I'm definitely guilty of. And I could speak for hours on this topic alone.
By The Naughty Christian7 years ago in Filthy
To the Edge and Beyond
Tied to a chair and fully clothed you sit awaiting my return, but you can see nothing as not only are you blindfolded, but there are no lights on in the room to begin with. You hear the door handle turn and then followed by the clacking of heels on the floor. They get louder and you know that your temptress is approaching you. Your body fills with excitement with all the possibilities my presence brings.
By Summer Dream7 years ago in Filthy
Coffee Shop Guy [Part 2]
He parked really close to the house, as he looked at me and said, “Would you like to go in?” I said yes and began to go up the stairs near the door. The front door was unlocked, as we got into the house, it reeked of alcohol and weed, there must have been a recent party. I anticipated the house to have a creepy—spirit like vibe to it but it wasn't there.
By victoria m7 years ago in Filthy
Locura
I had a reputation for collecting anything that held rare and intricate beauty. Stunning old homes restored to their former glory, foreign cars with sleek lines and perfectly imperfect engines that could be heard from miles away, ambitious women who never let the stars in their eyes dim for any man who dared to close them. I mostly craved for oddities, trinkets and paintings everyone dismissed with quick glances and poor taste.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Filthy
Misha Cross - Getting Dirty, Directing, and Deportation
I first met Misha Cross in April 2014. I had recently returned from states and was shooting in Prague, and there she was: Chipped blue nail varnish, messy hair and a Marilyn Manson shirt. This girl was a bit of me. I had heard of Misha. She was the new slut on the block, I had watched her trailers on Evil Angel and thought ‘damn this girl goes as hard as me.’ We were put together with Nacho Vidal for what can only be described as one of the nastiest scenes of my career (a pretty impressive title, if you know my back catalogue) from that moment I knew we were going to be friends.
By Samantha Bentley7 years ago in Filthy
