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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
JUST FOR ME-Fanfiction-Ch*20 (Interest)
Taehyung pov: As Kook and I walk out of the restaurant my mind is going a million places. I am not exactly sure where to start with this meeting and how to make sure he is included. I'm afraid I will ruin things before I even have a chance to start on many levels. I feel my hand being grasped in a warm firm grip. I look over and Kook is smiling at me.
By Stormeseye5 years ago in Filthy
Quarantine is a good time for punishment and pleasure.
Disclaimer: This story is a gay comedy that is also fictional and for 17 and up. There is profanity, talk about sex, having sex and submission. This is a comedy that is narrated by the protagonist, so enjoy.
By stephanie borges5 years ago in Filthy
From Adam (Pt. 1)
The city was dark. Daylight savings was taking more away from Kalif than expected. On the table, bills from the past two months pilled up, currently disguised as a coaster for the instant coffee prepared too late in the day to be considered morning joe. Outside, the rain fell on his storefront apartment, and though it was muggy, something inside him felt comforted. Days like this were rare. Late afternoons were mainly filled with coding; face plastered to the LED screen of his home system desktop, impressively built by hand. With nothing on the schedule for the day, he knew taking some solo time in the city would be the perfect thing to get his mind off all the chaos. He thought, maybe he'd pull up to the corner drive-in and request a movie.
By Asya Fields5 years ago in Filthy
JUST FOR ME-Fanfiction-Ch*19 (Dreams are Brought to Light)
Namjoon pov: Just as we finish dinner Yoongi comes in to take our dessert order. "We have a list of things we'd like to order to share and try together. I was wondering if you would be able to take a break and join us. We would like to hear more about you and what you have been working on."
By Stormeseye5 years ago in Filthy
Undercover Girls
Jennifer woke up in her new apartment on Springdale, moaning as the light from her window hit her in the face. She grabbed the bedspread and pulled it over her head. Jennifer realized that she was naked. A good-looking girl, waking up after a drunken night and naked, she felt around behind her muttering “please no, please no, please no.” As she found herself alone Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief. She only started her new undercover identity ten hours ago, ending up in bed with one of the disciples on day one sounded like a terrible outcome.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Filthy
The (Al)Lure of the Gales
“Evie! You’re a goddamned genius!” I twisted around, eyeing Malcolm as he stepped into my office with a wide grin painted on his face. He was holding today’s paper in his palms, waving it around like a flag briefly before dropping it on my desk. Confused, I reached out and grabbed it, bringing it closer to read the headline.
By P.D. Vance 5 years ago in Filthy
Romantic Winter Play
He is thrusting slowly, softly, and we’re both floating on waves of passion. I wish this moment would last forever. As the first snow falls outside and dresses the street in white, sheer hosiery, our love is being consumed by hot, violet flames of lust, more alive than ever after 10 years of marriage.
By Lola Sense5 years ago in Filthy
Languid - Poem and a short film
Languid are her thighs Poem by JD Glasscock Spinning silver off fingertips, flipping winks at skirts off the jitterbug of hips, their thighs carving upturns across lips, and my eyes spit smirks across backlit aves, timely esoterics in the wants and the haves, and the sweat off their curves is the articulation of a tongue in the crease of their font, a peek'a'boo jaunt in the nectar of their forever sweet, and the jerk knee blues roll of legs draped across dream is the scream of their tightened throat in the moaning of trips in lollipop wonder....may i have another? The spreading of their open beats is the invite into the swallow dive of timeless divinity....
By JD Glasscock5 years ago in Filthy
Little Miss Prostitute
Little Miss Prostitute “I’m at the hotel on the corner of sixth and main. Yes, that’s the one,” Logan said into the phone. “I’ll be here for a couple of days on business and I’m told you can provide some, let’s call it—companionship, for weary travelers.”
By M. A. Specter5 years ago in Filthy
