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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
When a Woman’s in Love
Carli is a beautiful woman in her mid-40s. I could write a novel just about her charm and everything else that’s easily apparent. But Carli is beyond words. I guess that you could consider her an angel and the one that rocked my world. But the story is not about us. It’s much more about another woman whom Carli fell in love with but only for a short time. How can one fall in love for a short period? I guess that Carli wasn’t really in love with the woman but only infatuated, smitten by what she had to offer. I was surely more than enough. She mentioned it all the time. But I sensed that she needed something a bit different. Perhaps someone without a prick, no matter how loving was the dick and myself in this story. Some background first for some perspective!
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
Two Women
Everybody screamed when she kissed the teacher over her mask. That’s not even a peck someone must have thought or said. Most only considered the viral implications of such an act. A few may have rejoiced at the prospect of a lesbian affair turning into love. I simply watched and typed my interpretations of the so-called facts on my fucking phone. Thank God it’s over six inches along. Now! The facts! One. Unlike the pic above, they both wore a mask and thus a velvet peck is all that they could take and got. Two. The fucking microscopic program (you know, fucking COVID) must miss an End to one of its Ifs. Three. I love women much more than I do men. Four. There is no four except for love. Five. Please see Four! Six. We all know how to count. Seven. I wanted to end on a lucky note.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
Woman on Top
A woman on top is like an endless extension of sexual ecstasy. When a woman takes this commanding position, the prick becomes docile but erect like a building. Movement is like a choreographed dance that both can lead, even at the same time with some practice. But the woman on top is the best love navigator, and every prick knows it at some point, and the sooner the better. Oliver was such a prick.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
A Threesome with an Unexpected Guest
“Are you ready?” Stephanie asked. Jax took a deep breath and nodded. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” “Let’s go.” Moonlight glinted off shards of broken glass as they pushed open the front door, the creak of the hinges loud in the otherwise silent night.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Pornman Three
In the first part of the Pornman story, Pornman: The Man Who Lived in Porn (linked at the bottom), Pornman begins his quest to become a pornstar, discovering that he could go back in time to any porn set just by watching it. Dani, a porn movie director, and Lilly, her assistant, take a liking to our Pornman and have a threesome with him. Pornman realizes that he could save pornstars who died from an overdose or suicide by going to their last set and talking to them.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
Pornman Two
Pornman was thinking. Luckily, it wasn’t out loud as it happened once in a while, especially that one such thought was due any time. I wish I was a woman. I would have pussy all the time. I wish I was a lesbian too. I would have even more pussy, thought Pornman inside.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
Her Lover's Return
Cora huddled by the fire, book in one hand, hot chocolate in the other. Outside rain slashed against the window panes, lightning flashed so bright it lit up the curtains, thunder so loud she jumped every time it boomed overhead. Even the wind was up tonight, leaves and sticks and gumnuts smacking against the windows and banging on the roof as they fell from the trees above.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Jenny’s Pussy
How can I describe perfection? Befitting words haven’t been invented for something that doesn’t exist. Perfection is a utopian concept. We usually accept that nothing is perfect. Yet, I submit, here in this story, that it can exist when one is completely in love, even with the back of her hands, her elbows, her knees, her navel, each one of her toes, everything that’s a part of Jenny, Jennifer, my new love. Oh I loved her for more than a couple of years now, but I couldn’t act upon it given my age. She’s 38 and I’m 57, and 19 years of difference are not something to dismiss or forget. But she was adamant and in love with me from the start, but I always refused her advances given my age. A few weeks ago, she took it upon her charming self — I adore her — to convince me unrelentingly that we loved each other and that love always triumphed no matter the walls. I couldn’t resist her any longer and surrendered to our love.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
A Maid in My Bed
Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever. Charles Kingsley There’s nothing average about being a Don Juan, and since I couldn’t even become an amateur libertine and had never learned Spanish, I became a writer of sorts, composing haikus and sonnets about sex, and love, though love always paled without the lunch box and the honeypot to make it real. Of course, I also wrote short and long stories in various forms where sex had to be used in various positions.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
The Police Officer’s Pussy
I don’t eat pizza. There are too many carbs. I eat pussy. There are no carbs, unless you whip-cream it or add dark chocolate. The one with cannabis is the best. What can be better than pussy, dark chocolate, and cannabis? I can imagine some of you thinking: two pussies. That’s a given. Let’s stick to one single pussy in this cop story. It could have involved two cops, but the other one was happily married. There are happily married people out there; it’s not a myth. I also sensed that she wanted a penis all to herself. Some people don’t like to share. Pizza may be the exception, unless there’s only one slice. One last thing before beginning my tale, so I won’t digress too much. I will, of course, but I’ll keep it at soft-bottom. Come on already! Don’t rush me! I want to reach at least ten minutes of storytelling; twenty if she lets me. Since a cop could be compromised in this account, there are some details that will be omitted, but I will let you know when it occurs.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
Seducing her Sister's Teacher
Tosca loved National Superhero Day. She loved visiting schools and talking about all the amazing women who were super heroes in their own right, especially those women history conveniently forgot, like Judith Love Cohen, who managed to help rescue the Apollo 13 astronauts while she was in labour, and Harriet Tubman, who escaped slavery and managed to rescue so many others from the same fate.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
