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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
I Hate You! I Hate How I Loved It!
He lives across the street. He's Just a guy. Not particularly good looking or noteworthy in any way. Except how he looks at me. I hate going to the garden in the front yard. Within minutes he seems to come out to watch me. Women constantly stream in and out of his place since he arrived.
By Bella Cooper5 years ago in Filthy
Experimented Girl
I looked away and nodded as I hugged my arms again. He brought my face into his hands so gently I couldn’t help but lock my eyes with his. “I am so sorry that happened to you. He didn’t…He better of not.” I shook my head no. “Susan stopped him, he said next time if I resist, he wouldn’t stop. Told me I am to have their kids by him or even…by Susan’s assistant.”
By MagicalSoul5 years ago in Filthy
My Best Friend’s Brother
“Of course David’s going to be there, it’s his house,” Andrea said as they lugged their suitcases through the airport. “You said we were staying with family. I thought David moved to New York.” Nikki’s heartbeat thumped in her ears at the thought of seeing Andrea’s older brother.
By Kate Briggs5 years ago in Filthy
Hot Tub Loving
Hot Tub Love Saturday night, it is no normal Saturday night though, you are dressed up, hair and make-up done and you are ready to travel to a fancy hotel that I have booked for the two of us. You know there will be lots of excitement, lots of kissing and lots of naughty fun that you cannot wait for. Upon arriving at the hotel you receive a text from me that says, you should come straight to the room as I am not quite ready. You make your way up and you come to the front door of the room, there is a sticky note on the door that reads “please come in and follow the rose petals.” You smile to yourself realising I wasn’t late at all, I was always ready for you. You open the door and immediately spot a trail of rose petals leading to a table, on the table sits a bouquet of flowers with another sticky note attached. You approach the flowers and read the sticky note “if every flower could tell you that you are beautiful thousand times, it would still not be enough” your smile grows bigger. Another trail of rose petals leads from the flowers to the bed, you can hear soft music from the room leading from the bedroom as you pick up a note that is laid on the bed and it reads “I have longed for a taste of your beauty for an eternity or so it seems but tonight I will dine on the finest flavours that have ever graced my presence.” You look down and spot another trail that leads over to another table, sitting on the table as a champagne bottle with a full glass next to it, on it is a sticky note “take this glass and enjoy its contents.” The trail of petals leads into the next room, the room has a real fire and its burning away, crackling as the flames dance around inside the fireplace. There is a sunken Jacuzzi in front of the fire that is bubbling away and looks incredibly inviting. The trail of rose petals leads you to shelf above the fireplace, there sits another note that reads “I am so sorry forgive me for I have not told you yet....” As you think about what it is I’m going to tell you, you hear me say from behind you “that you look very beautiful tonight.” You turn to see me standing there holding a glass of champagne the room is filled with candles, there is no electric light, it’s cosily lit by just the candles and the burning fire and soft music plays in the background. I walk towards you and you look into my deep blue eyes, you can see I’m totally genuine when I tell you “and I mean you really are beautiful and damn sexy too.” You thank me for the compliment before I lean in and gently kiss your lips.
By David Woodhead5 years ago in Filthy
A meeting or a date?
This story is fictional but has a little content about intimacy between two men. other than that enjoy. Oh man, do I have a story to tell about my first date with my crush, who happens to be the CEO's son. But first, allow me to introduce myself, the name is Alucard, and yes, if you say my name backward, it means Dracula. You have no idea how much I was made fun of in school. No, I'm not a Goth even though black is my favorite color, but I do like red and blue I mean, I have blue high-lights on my blackhead, and the blue hair goes with my eyes. I do have some piercings on my ears, my lower lip, and my tongue. My style is Punk and business casual. But this story isn't about my style; This is about how I got my first date. It all started like any other day. I went to work. I got up. Add my usual breakfast. Cereal. Sourdough toast with slices of cheese and my Cup of coffee. In my favorite mug. That reads. "Give me coffee, and no one gets hurt"
By stephanie borges5 years ago in Filthy
Baby sitter caught
Brandy grabbed a second throw pillow and stacked it behind her on the arm of the sofa. She put her feet on the plush seat near her butt, with enough space between her thighs for her hand to slip up under her skirt. The skirt that would be around her waist in a moment.
By Asrai Devin5 years ago in Filthy
Obsession
I had just dropped Sammy off at the Knight's house for little Kayla's birthday party and was headed back to my brother's townhouse that I rented. I was all set to watch the Peach Bowl by myself. It was one of those nostalgic afternoons that I hated so passionately. This stupid townhouse in which I was forced to live had all the happy memories, the ones before the bitch went nuts.
By Lori Antrim5 years ago in Filthy
The Little Green Bottle
At least The Little Green Bottle was an upscale place to be stood up. I was staring down into the glass of Merlot I’d been nursing for the better part of an hour. Yeah. Brian probably wasn’t showing up. There was a guy who peered through the front window of the wine bar about thirty minutes ago that I swore looked like Brian’s online photo. Maybe I just didn’t look like mine. Or, maybe, he’d scoped me out and decided that the bill would be too pricy to spend on a girl like me.
By Terra Babcock5 years ago in Filthy
