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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Waking Up To Furry Porn
I woke up really early that morning. 3:00 AM. Since my friends, Nora, Rami, and Kevin were still up watching porn. No, it wasn't regular porn, it was furry porn. Which is some fucked up shit in my opinion. They mostly watched for the gross factor of it, but they thought it would be funny watching a bunch of people having sex while wearing animal costumes.
By E.J. Mones4 years ago in Filthy
Late Night Fantasy 1-3
Sara finally made it through her files it was hard to concentrate the rest of the night, she was filled with anxiousness. who was the woman? obviously, she was with her in the elevator, she must have gone to the restroom to retrieve her underwear she told her to take off. she thought to herself she could not keep going on like this she would have to take a stand sooner or later. she scrolled over her texts again reading them over and over, she tried to call the number back but it just ended up with a busy signal.
By DALIL1NE MINION4 years ago in Filthy
Into the Abyss.
My heart, crumbles into one million tiny little shattered pieces as the walls begin to close in on my inner world. My face, now saturated with the overwhelm of tears that which seem to have no end as the pain hits me like a tonne of bricks, rendering me incapacitated in my ability to control the rawness of emotion that which explodes from within me. My breath, almost non-existent, struggles to operate within the realm of its normality whilst the organic mechanism of my vessel fights for its survival through the initiation of my body’s hyperventilation response. The floor beneath me feels as though it has fallen away, taking with it the entirety of my freedom and all that which I have allowed myself to believe, is the most sacred, divine and beautiful love in which I have known.
By Lauren Davey4 years ago in Filthy
Rich & Rare | A Filth Odyssey | EPISODE 8| DEEPEST Pt. 1
“What about something up my ass next time?” Romy blurted out in between sips of her milkshake. Rex’s eyes were fixated on the weather lips puckered tightly around the straw. They were at their favorite burger diner up the street, wrapping up their lunch with vanilla shakes. Romy wore Rex's favorite pair of black shorts that rode up high on the side. He had on his favorite white t shirt and the black leather jacket, one which Romy had insisted made him look like wild man.
By Hanna Hell4 years ago in Filthy
AFFAIR OF THE HEART
H elping Kyle installs his game on the large screen TV, I sat him down on the carpeted floor with his controller in hand and headset on. Aware I couldn't push the inevitable any longer I took my seat beside Storm on the couch, facing the other sofa my parents were impatiently occupying.
By Lady Lavinia Dasani4 years ago in Filthy
Dirty Love Story
We had just finished the bottle of wine that was on the table. From the window, I could make out the glimmer of the green traffic light from a distance. He was shirtless, only wearing his pants. I wore a nightgown and nothing more. We discussed things that made no sense, because we were trying to buy time. We had both agreed that having sex abruptly without any form of prelude of some sorts was not nice, especially in a setting like the one we were in. the lights were dimmed—blue dim lights. We were at his place. We lay on his very comfortable bed, it was like the bed was made out of baby clothes, and it was warm and very cozy. So, we slid under the blanket.
By Jessica Bugg4 years ago in Filthy
Lost In Madness
“I love you.” The words came out without my permission. They were meant to be thoughts, not words for him to hear. I wish I would’ve said, “I love pasta,” Or “I love Lilo,” (the cat) but no, the words came out crystal clear, “I love you.” There was no deniability when you made a statement like that, put all three of those words together so they sounded like one.
By Nathalie Clair4 years ago in Filthy
