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Most recently published stories in Filthy.
For You I Will - Chapter One
The love we shared was like straight out of fiction. I still wake up in the early hours of the morning, in a cold sweat, having dreamt of you. Your skin brushed up against mine and I was in heaven. Those are the best dreams, the ones where you're still here with me. It's the waking up that hits me like a ton of bricks. The sudden realization of your immediate absence. You've been away for so long now but every passing day is a constant reminder that life marches on. Life goes on without you whether I like it or not.
By Waverleigh Rose Garlington7 years ago in Filthy
How to Be a Middle Ground Femdom
For so long, with encouragement from my partner, I tried to ramp up my kinkiness in the bedroom to better incorporate more BDSM and dominance on my part. Time and time again my own conscience would make me hold back. Am I going too far? Is he even enjoying this? Is this weird or…? I trawled through the internet trying to find tips on how to be more dominant and what I found I could not relate to. These women who wrote about their dominant experiences had their man in a chastity cage 24/7 and were often very controlling in many aspects that I couldn’t comprehend, but totally respected their commitment.
By Kate Crawford7 years ago in Filthy
The Performance
La Maison de le Joyeux was an unconventional type of theatre. Not only in what was shown but how and who it was shown to. The features varied from simple orgies to the darkest display of degradation for unspeakable prices. Naturally, the spectators were shamelessly rich and all lavished in different fashions. Each performance took place on beautifully decorated stages and intricate sets, while each audiences' section was divided carefully. The front and middle aisles were reserved for frequent attendees and participants while the back and flanked rows were for the new and curious. Tonight was their debut in the Letting Room. Liana and Spencer, husband and wife, had been attendees of the theatre for years. It's how they met, and together they had known a life of pleasure most only dream of. Spencer had been practicing endlessly to perfect his piano so that he could play the songs he loved flawlessly. This started to cut into their sex life because they were constantly screwing. Six years and not a night had passed that they both weren't breathless and battered by sunrise. During his piano perfectionist period, Liana had to get more creative. He was driven when it came to his music and not even the temptress of his very soul could turn his head, she knew this of him. Instead, she challenged him to withstand her tearing at his flesh, which he was particularly fond of, while he continued to play. He fucked her madly on top of the piano at the suggestion alone. This is why he loved her, married her, made her his. She knew him so well.
By Pandora Darkblood7 years ago in Filthy
Homecoming
The train pulled into the station and she began to breathe heavily. It had been 8 long months since the last time she was near him. An eternity for souls that have mated. The steam from the engine surrounded her, causing her blonde locks to tumble further to her face, and the screams of the whistles barely drowned out the pounding of her heart. People began to shuffle off the platform and with each new shadow, her pulse quickened. She fears she may faint soon. Suddenly, she felt woozy and took in a sharp breath. He was near. Her eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on her truest and deepest weakness. He had already seen her, for his penetrating eyes were already fixed. He glided through the mass of people as if they parted ways for him. His tall and slender build made him less than overwhelming, but his gait and movements commanded others to cower and gape, which they did. He crossed the distance between them and embraced her quickly. Spectators turned as such a public display was considered wanton. She cared nothing for the eyes that leered, only his arms around her. She softened against him and whimpered a sigh of rapture into his ear. He was hard immediately. She pulled back and looked into his strange colored eyes.
By Pandora Darkblood7 years ago in Filthy
Green Monster
The fire was building, he could feel it as he turned each corner. The closer he came to his destination, the hotter it became. The red crept into his vision and his breathing grew more ragged. The monster was unleashing and he looked around, almost frightened for the public around him. Almost. Soon the guttural sounds within him were rising and he was sure they would escape him before he made it. Around the last corner. Stalked to the French doors and threw them open. Took the stairs three at a time and nearly kicked down the tall white door at the end of the hall. There she lay, draped across the bed with her dark hair flowing down her body. Her powder blue nightgown barely covered her frame and a wicked smile curved on her lips, as if she knew, as if she had called to him...
By Pandora Darkblood7 years ago in Filthy
I'm Still a Virgin
Yes, that's right, you read that title right. I'm still a virgin, I'm not a 40 year old virgin though and I was pushing for that heavily at first back in high school. Other people thought I was gay because I'm not into sex like everyone else is, the idea of sex was never appealing to me back then. Sure, I touched a breast a few times and got hugs from gals plus I even felt some buttocks. I even have a friend of mine who used to tease me like she'd send pictures of her in a swimsuit or wear a cute skirt around me.
By Don Anderson II7 years ago in Filthy
The Ritual
"Are you ready?" the thin older butler asked, with his hand on the door. He nodded stiffly and the latch swung open. A long aisle lined with small sculptures of nymphs made of ebony colored wood leads to an ornate alter decorated with more limbs tangled and intertwined of the same dark material. Atop the piece was a stretch of crimson silk that billowed down the side. Extended candelabras were ablaze with black candles that illuminated the room. Off to the left was another door that suddenly opened and shed more light into the room. It was time.
By Pandora Darkblood7 years ago in Filthy
