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

Cuffed
August. You know what the summer brings? Fucking trouble that’s what. Two months ago, I almost burned my career because of woman spewing too much heat. Ugh. That damn woman, initially, drove me absolutely insane. In more ways than one. I just couldn’t focus. My domineering, ‘can’t get enough’ side wanted her tied up across my bed…or hanging from the ceiling…or…whatever my kinky sex drive could conjure…until her true colors surfaced. Even though I have been able to regain the trust of my superiors now, I still regret forgoing the assignment and letting my anger lead me into torture.
By Cam Johns5 years ago in Filthy
That one time
That one time in Vegas when Casey had his first real lap dance. I’ll never forget the song that started to play. I could hear the bass clearly coming through the constant conversation and heavy movement of those around me. Half naked women, men with money falling out of their pockets. Drink servers trying to squeeze by the oversized chairs and shiny silver railings.
By Tara Shoemaker5 years ago in Filthy
Cookie
I can hear the music already, they’re playing my favorite song. I look across the street, there she is: Sarah Hughes. She is practically glowing. All of the people around her are bathed in a soft white light.
By Sam Sage5 years ago in Filthy
Warmed by His Tongue
The beach was cold this time of year. Not the time for swimming, that was certain. Alora shed her jacket, goosebumps forming on her skin even before she stepped foot in the waves.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Meeting her Neighbour's Needs
Danica watched as Colson lugged his kid's paraphenalia from the car to the house. Loaded with a pram, nappy bag, and assorted kids toys and clothes and books, and trying to usher the children ahead of him to the house, he looked like he was at breaking point.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Pleased by her Brothers
Trudy rang the doorbell and took a deep breath, huffing it out as though she could blow away the nerves bubbling in her chest.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Billionaire Dream
It was the opportunity of a lifetime for one lucky man, a year long mentorship with billionaire Lucy Stockholme. There were plenty of attractive young men gathered for the event, an evening of presentations, where each applicant was able to present their business ideas in the hope that Lucy would not only mentor them, but also provide a significant grant towards achieving their dream.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
A Night with a Supernatural Call-Guy
Ally was in heaven. It was the first time she’d been with a Supernatural Call Creature. She’d had doubts about it, then consented to the session only because her best friend assured her she’d never experience anything like it anywhere else, and had paid for the evening.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Sex with a Tree Spirit
The woods were bright and airy at this time of day, the new buds on the trees only just beginning to unravel. In a few weeks these same trees would be covered with leaves, the canopy blocking out the burning Summer sun.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Pleasured by her Boss
When Tally arrived at work to find someone else sitting at her desk, she thought something had gone terribly wrong. “Can I help you?” The young woman asked.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
One Night Stand Behind Her Husband's Back
Arlo was gorgeous. Luna had always thought so. And it wasn’t just his physical appearance; his slim build, blue eyes or roguish smile, it was the way he treated other people, like everyone around him was special, and important.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
When This is All That's Left
The strobe lights rove over the dark walls, exposing neon words spray-painted onto the walls a millennium ago. Gang signs and slang that no one can even recognize anymore. A heavy bass drowns out the words--if there are any--to the song that is playing. Each thump of music reverberates throughout her entire being. Every pulse shakes a bit more of the settled ash and dust free. The air is cloudy, creating almost an ethereal glow to the club.
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Filthy