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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Fantasizing About My Team Lead
I clock in for another 8 hours at the capitalist regime that is my employer. I walk to my station and do the usual checks, making sure my machines are ready for production. After filling out my paperwork, I press a few switches and watch the work come down the line. It can get boring if nothing goes wrong, but the second I turn my head, something always messes up, whether it's faulty product or a machine error.
By Grace Linn4 years ago in Filthy
Moonlight Harlot
Whisp the fairy stood on the street curb with one hand resting on her cocked hip and a salacious glint in her amethyst-coloured eyes. Her wings sparkled majestically – invitingly – in the full moonlight. It was almost midnight. Cynthia, her young Charge, would be sound asleep by now, drifting peacefully in the land of dreams. Well, Whisp still saw her as young, but Cynthia was growing up, almost too old for imaginary friends now; which meant Whisp could no longer earn enough in her day job to survive. Quickly blinking away the threat of tears, Whisp smiled and winked at an attractive fire nymph walking by. Got to keep it together, she thought. The less hours she spent with her Charge, obviously the less she got paid. Currency for her kind was called Vita Dust. It was what gave them the ability to live and breathe in the human world, and the more time spent in the human world, the more Vita Dust you acquired. Their Charges gave Vita Dust to them without knowing, simply by having fun. The more fun a Charge had with their “imaginary” friend, the more Vita Dust they exhumed, hence the more life and energy the imaginary friend received.
By Chanelle Joy4 years ago in Filthy
The Wolf and the Virgin
They didn’t need to wait for a full moon, they ran whenever the mood struck them, but it was such a beautiful summer night they couldn’t resist it. Alex drove the SUV down the lonely country Highway, not another car in sight just Alex and his wife and mate Liz. “A good night for a run.” He said as he reached with his right hand and stroked Liz’s thigh.
By Lawson Wallace4 years ago in Filthy
You & Him
Sunrise breaks your sleepy trance as you slightly raise your head from the pillow, then you remember “Him”. You looked around the room for him but it doesn’t seem he stayed for breakfast.. even after the night you guys had. You get up to reach for your phone on the nightstand to find a slip of paper on top with.. his number written on it? You look for a name but there’s not one on the slip so you put his contact name as “Him”. You begin to bite your nail thinking about flashes of last night, and his touch, his groans. If you remembered clearly you were slightly on the drunk side, and knowing that made you think about how wild you might’ve been. You jump out of bed to wash up and maybe stop thinking about Him so much, in a short period of time. You look at yourself to reveal you only had an oversized NASA shirt with no underwear or bra, then nod in acceptance.
By Shary Bunny4 years ago in Filthy
I Just Needed To See in the Dark, Instead I Learned How to Kill Someone With a Flashlight
I was digging through some boxes in the garage yesterday and came across a flashlight. Cool, I though to myself, I need one of these that works. Not two days prior I had dropped something on the floor in the house. The place where I live is so damn dark it’s like you’re in the Arctic in summertime or the Antarctic in winter or the reverse compliment of those two things, all year round. The point is it’s dark as fuck no matter the time of day. Because it is so dark if you ever drop anything smaller than 3 inches or so it’s basically gone until it gets sucked up by the vacuum cleaner or eaten by a cat and “found” in the litterbox sometime later.
By Everyday Junglist4 years ago in Filthy
Undisclosed desires
This is the story of Helena, a 22-years-old, attractive young lady, fulfilling her dream of living in New York on her own. After a horrible break-up due to a silly misunderstanding with a Millennial-know it-all at Starbucks. She finds herself stranded in a city that will squeeze every drop of common sense from your soul without any remorse. Every day was an endless parade of disillusions and shattered dreams until she started to document her life’s struggles on her vlog. “Runaway girl.”
By Giovanni Profeta4 years ago in Filthy
Mistress Manor
Chapter Seven Three days later Bridgett sat at her desk in the office under the bar going over the paperwork for the club. The numbers were looking good, alcohol sales were through the roof, the house was bringing in a good profit from the gambling, and the auction two nights ago had brought in close to two hundred thousand dollars.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
Open Re-Edit
We repair to the couch, yet neither one of us starts reaching for our clothing. Perhaps a little naked discussion between the two of us might just do the trick. Lynn is fearless, or mighty crafty because she says she is making us a second night cap and makes sure she saunters her little ass in my full view. Maybe my eyes being glued to her behind has not been as stealthy as I told myself. Her slender torso has just enough womanly curve, but still slender enough where my ultimate goal for the evening is shimmering in the low light, even with Lynn walking straight and proud while adding just enough hip shimmy to attract any predator with two eyes in front.
By Pete Symes4 years ago in Filthy
