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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Roscoe Forthright. GRIMOIRE
[ The lecture of Lord Shiva ] Roscoe measure the girls, and measures Capt Evil, so a seamstress will create four witch-cloaks in deep purple, green, black and dark brown. Red cords of red cotton rope will serve as belts for these cloaks. Each girl will also wear a red-leather bondage collar, a studded dog-collar with dangling silver chains and silver nipple clips. (Roscoe is not certain if he will use the nipple clips in the ritual, but they add visual charm, especially for the BDSM crowd.)
By Roscoe Forthright5 years ago in Filthy
When Desire Seduces Fear
When Desire Seduces Fear Chapter 1 Mount Olympus 2001 A.D Dedra, daughter of Discord, niece of Ares, the god of war, stared down in the scrying bowls as she watched the battle before her play out. She could feel the waves of carnage rolling off the people down below. It gave her untold glee to see the chaos and fear. After all, that is what she happened to be—the goddess of fear.
By Nalana Phillips5 years ago in Filthy
There were butterflies in her ear
I couldn't stop staring at her ear because her earrings were some sort of swarm of butterflies climbing upwards. I loved those types of earrings but I would never wear them. My simple studs were all papa would allow. But she had tiny golden butterflies flitting about her ear. As though they might be whispering to her secret things. All the butterflies were gold, golden butterflies for a perfect golden girl. But there was one in the middle of all the butterflies that was just an outline, there was a vacancy, and I wanted to a fill it. I could be the closest butterfly to her, I wanted to whisper into her ear that I wanted to kiss her neck and run my fingers through her hair.
By Jane Addison5 years ago in Filthy
Mr X
I was brought into a room. I didn’t know where I was precise; I was blindfolded and bounded by the wrists. People referred to him, as Mr X. He told me not to move, nor make a sound. My heart was racing—almost like an automatic bomb or Tale-Tale Heart. The way it would pound in my chest or the way it would stop and start again; had me on high alert. Hearing the sounds, increasing; growing louder and louder by the minute. The anticipation was daunting. Stood to be six-foot-five. Slim, broad shoulders, hair pushed back. His bread was trimmed to fit his face, and that smile; brought all the ladies to their knees; like myself.
By Mazikeen Quinn5 years ago in Filthy
When Strangers Meet | Sophie & Alana
Part 1 It's a cold morning in Ocean Grove, the air smelling of low tide. Sophie wore her black wool coat to keep warm, but could feel her hard nipples pushing against her bra. She liked it. Her light brown hair descends from a grey beanie. Green eyes shine through red backdrops induced by her morning cannabis ritual. The coat hides her curves, but even so, you can tell Sophie takes care of her body. Her high-waisted jeans reveal enough without being restrictive.
By Noname Johnson5 years ago in Filthy
Walking away from BDSM
Cassie sat in her office, stunned. She didn't normally take personal calls at work but she made an exception. Clearly, it had been a bad idea. Her father, Thomas Alexander, shared the news that her stepmother, Carmen, had just died. No Cassie had to muddle through the rest of her day, three hours, in shock. Though she had respect and love for the woman, they had fussed and fought for the last twenty-five years. Each woman believing that they knew Thomas best. The funny thing was now none of that mattered because she was quite unexpectedly gone.
By Michelle Moore Dickerson5 years ago in Filthy
