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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Destiny and Laila
Destiny and Laila were the best of friends but it wasn't always like that. See, their relationship began with a really rocky start. Laila's first year at the University of Colorado, she was dating an obnoxious guy named Michael. He was definitely was the "player' type, over the first year of their relationship he cheated multiple times with several different women. Destiny was the last straw for Laila's relationship with Michael. Laila often worked night shift at a bar located a few blocks over from campus. One night she came home to find Michael and Destiny together in bed. Laila absolutely lost it! Up until then, Laila had never had a boyfriend so this was a devastating blow for her. They ended up breaking things off and Laila was devastated.
By Raven Morris4 years ago in Filthy
Pandora's box
“They’ll love you, don’t you worry anymore. You look dazzling with this light pink dress. You're dressed to kill!” As we walk hand in hand towards our destination, I can’t keep my eyes away from her. She knows how I love the way those summer dresses look on her slender body. As the elevator door closes, she simply puts her arms around my neck to lure me into her territory. She's one of those girls that have a tender, caring smile, capable of melting the strongest of your resolves. She’s got what it takes to tumble down walls unapologetically.
By Giovanni Profeta4 years ago in Filthy
Josh Flops
The air that night in the graveyard was so cold Josh could feel the frost cling to the hairs on his nose. He just wanted to get the fuck out of there. He watched his best friend’s dad’s casket get lowered into the ground. He looked around at everybody’s faces. He didn’t understand how these people could feel differently from him. He knew he could see the bigger picture in this. Josh felt around the outside of his front left jeans pocket. He squeezed the denim together against his phone making sure it was still in there. He clicked the button on the side and looked at the time. It was 6:28 P.M. Only three minutes had passed since he’d checked it last. His girlfriend texted him; she told him she missed him. Josh caught a glimpse of his best friend’s eye before walking to his car.
By Pauly Chaon4 years ago in Filthy
The Mating Dance
“Patty, pick up your weapon,” he commands from across the room. I gasp. OUT LOUD. The "regulars" giggle...'in the know', about my "student teacher", drop dead gorgeous in his body hugging leather and suede, dressed for the rapier and dagger fighting class, the one I decided to observe on the spur of the moment.
By Trisha Simmons4 years ago in Filthy
Sync Up
Jim and I had flown in first thing that morning from Los Angeles. Since we came into Chicago that meant we did not get to the editing house until early afternoon. The editors had received the rushes first thing in the morning so by the time we arrived materials had been synced and were ready to screen. We watched, added our two cents and then left the editors to do their thing. We met up with Jim's girlfriend Lynn. We had both known her for years. I was on my own these days after the destruction of my own eleven year relationship with my career. Lynn and Jim were a newer item with Lynn still tolerating the vagaries of having a significant other in the advertising business.
By Pete Symes4 years ago in Filthy
Poirier
The Ambassador would not quit talking. Going on and on about this "excellent opportunity" that most women would "die for". In the French court everyone was always so . . . dramatic. The hair, the makeup, the over-frosted cakes, even the orgasms had to be so over the top it was hard to take them seriously most of the time. We continued to stroll through the courtyard past the pear trees and the rose bushes. When I was younger, I would pick one of the pears right off the tree and eat them. But I was not allowed to do that now.
By Jessica Bugg4 years ago in Filthy
