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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.

A Day of Anticipation
The doorbell rang for the second time at 12:00 p.m. on the dot. Jami had been soaking in her small tub to try to get the ache out of her sore muscles. She had done a solo 5-mile hike in the Blue Ridge Mountains the day before and was feeling the effects on her muscles today. She had just started the process of getting out of the tub when the doorbell rang for the first time, followed by a swift knock. The knock held a note of immediacy that Jami recognized from her twin sister when things were going south quickly. The rush to get to the door did not allow Jami time to dry off. She threw on her favorite silk Kimono robe and headed quickly for the door. The silk molded to her curvy body leaving very little to the imagination, but Jami didn’t mind because Cami had seen it all before, they were womb-mates after all. In her haste to get the door, the now wet silk wrapped around her long legs causing her to trip and almost nosedive into the side table. Hence why she knew the time as the doorbell rang for the second time.
By Zoie Park4 years ago in Filthy
Crimson Peek
The launch party had wound down now. Thank God. He hated these damn things. Dull as fuck, full of preening sycophant's and social climbers. Aside from the free booze, he could see very little point to these kinds of schmooze-fests, and frankly resented being forced to attend. But his publishers insisted on throwing the bloody things, and his literary agent always insisted he go. And be nice. And friendly. And sociable. And not leave after ten minutes. What a fucking cheek. Wasn’t it enough that he wrote the bloody books in the first place?
By Jupiter Grant4 years ago in Filthy
Lessons in Seduction
“Have you heard?” Jenny screeches over the phone, “Chris Beckett is back in town!” “What? Really?” Chris Beckett was my classmate. Someone I’d secretly been in love with throughout most of my high school years. The one who got away. 17 years later, I still get tingly hearing his name.
By Cyra Wilde4 years ago in Filthy
Be my painting subject, as well as my Pet.
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story and is for readers 17 and up. There is talk about submission, profanity, insults, and sex. The point of the story is told from the view of the Narrator. So enjoy.
By stephanie borges5 years ago in Filthy
A Dangerous Game
Walking home from the bar after a few strong drinks may not have been the best idea, yet she did it anyway. Living close to a local dive bar had its advantages. Stepping out into the night, a slight breeze swirling around her as she stood under the dim light of the streetlamp. She took a deep breath of the crisp air, checking her phone and seeing it light up with the message she was waiting for; ‘2-minute head start. Go.’ She smiled to herself knowing he was watching…waiting.
By Brittany Jones5 years ago in Filthy
Blood Coloured Flames
CHAPTER 1 She smells the smoke first. With autumn setting in and stripping the forest bare, Eda wandered further than usual from home, looking for berries and roots to add to her aunt and uncle’s winter supply. But now her head snaps up, dark hair flying in her face as she catches the scent of something burning. She grips the handle of her basket till her knuckles turn white. She strains her ears but can’t hear anything; her nose has always been strongest, the witch’s blood in her veins helping her to smell further, hear more, every sense heightened.
By Dottie Graham 5 years ago in Filthy
Love by Chocolate
The lights were dimmed, and Isaac walked towards me holding a miniature chocolate mud cake with a single candle in the middle. He held my stare as he placed it on the table between us.
By Nadia Cowperthwaite5 years ago in Filthy
Have Your Cake
I never thought a piece of chocolate cake would be the death of me. No one probably does. But here I am lying on the floor dying and with no savior in sight. It's a different kind of story for sure, I would say funny, but as I am lying here it is more like hitting your funny bone, not so funny after all.
By Melynn Marie 5 years ago in Filthy
Ultimate Sexual Pleasure
We all have fantasies and needs, it's a natural human instinct for us to want to have enjoyable sex. The whole idea of sex is to feel the ultimate pleasure while doing it. How to achieve that goal is totally up to you. Either through masturbation or with someone else, the end goal is what counts.
By Paige Kostyniuk5 years ago in Filthy
True Love
“So, what happened then?” He looks at me with emotion in his eyes. “Are you doing alright? I am always here for you, sexy. Always. If you need to talk about anything, I am here for you and I won’t judge.” He sits back in the chair his face changes to show he is serious. “Look at what I have told you about me. I will never judge you.”
By Aaron Gensel5 years ago in Filthy
Ella's Birthday Weekend
Ella was smiling when she walked into the house with her arms full of bags and flowers. It was her birthday today, and her coworkers had spoiled her on the half a day she was there. She had gotten several presents, and bouquets of flowers, and they had even had her favorite German chocolate cake as a treat. But when she entered the dining room to put her things on the table to be sorted, she stopped and laughed out loud when she saw what was there.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
True Love
If anyone had told me six months ago that I was moving in with the love of my life, I would have done the usual: laugh in their face until they walked away. Love is something that seemed to have been out of my reach in my life. Granted I was only 23 but all of my friends from High School seemed to have found love right away. There I was, trying to figure out what ice cream went with the new Hallmark movie. Disgusting and sad. This all changed one day in the office.
By Aaron Gensel5 years ago in Filthy