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

Tales from New Bethlehem:The last stand of Daddy T PART 1.
Daddy T whose real name was Lawrence Trenton sat in his penthouse apartment and rolled up another joint. It wasn't regular marijuana he smoked, this was something else entirely.
By jamie kene5 years ago in Filthy
The Cemetery of Failed Compliments
The Cemetery of Failed Compliments …and what if Sysiphus pushes his boulder down, instead of rolling it up? There's a place, right next to the hell of the dead ideas, left of the purgatory of unrealized desires, right of the untaken journeys, undared kisses, and unrisked off-cliff jumps into the water purgatory.
By Kat Janicka5 years ago in Filthy
JENGA
Jenga To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But then, one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be happy, one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness.
By Kat Janicka5 years ago in Filthy
My Sister's Husband
I didn’t meet him until my sister’s funeral, tears sliding down his face as he contemplated the coffin. It wasn’t my fault she’d completely removed herself from the family, or that she and I shared so many physical characteristics.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Claiming the Playboy
I watch him play the room, flirting with all the women, his roving eye undoubtedly picking the one, or more, he’ll spend the rest of the evening with.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Madrid, Spain
Our newly acquired wealth through the BC lottery system gave me an immediate fixation that of travel in Europe. Our latest adventure will take place shortly, as I fine tune my mind into what will develop into an amazing holiday. Truth be told I have not had many over the years and so this one I wanted to be memorable.
By Wolf Spirit5 years ago in Filthy
Closing Time Confessions #2
ME: What up, Confessions SQUAD! It's your boy...Young. Welcome to Closing Time Confessions. A series where I ask random people from my bar...Kingsboro Pub...to confess to their wildest or steamiest or most embarrassing sex tales. Today we have this sexy little lady, LadyInBlue2, how you feeling love?
By KC Young5 years ago in Filthy
A Much Kneaded Romance
It was mid-evening of a fresh October day, and this had quickly become Scarlette's favorite time of year here in Montreal. The leaves were displaying a gorgeous array of rich hues, but yet they all still clung onto the trees as if to preserve their beauty for the rest of us to enjoy. She surely did enjoy its glory as she walked down the cool streets of her new town.
By Renee5 years ago in Filthy
Selena's New Boss
“Shit.” Selena raced along the street, barrelling through the swinging doors and into the foyer of her new employer, just as the ridiculously old grandfather clock chimed ten.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
The Duke and the Peasant
The job was a necessary evil. Money earned sent back to struggling parents and siblings. Moire was the oldest, but at eighteen still hadn’t caught the eye of any local lads, so it made sense to send her off to work, and after helping raise her younger siblings she was certainly qualified.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Keila Halts the Terran Drug Smugglers
“New Orders have been received.” After receiving this message, the Martian rebel Keila Eisenstein tapped a control on her portable hologram communication device. The portable communicator’s AI showcased a hologram of Keila’s mother Susanna and utilised her sweet motherly voice as text-to-voice narration.
By Martin Lundqvist5 years ago in Filthy
My Best Friend, A Stranger, and Me
“Hey, check him out.” Aiken nodded towards the door, where a hulk was coming through. “Damn.” He was hot. Tall with muscles bulging from his muscles.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy