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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
I Hope You Read This
To my dearest astraling form Mr H, Should I now admit it? Am I a fool within this waking state to write this down on digital paper? You are so determined to claim me and yet you are nothing more that an astral formal , your physical form miles away from me yet there you stand before me at the foot of my bed as clear as day, yet only a projection of yourself.
By Alixzandra Wiseman5 years ago in Filthy
A Beast With Many Heads
As the judges starts to bang her gabble Alton couldn't stop his mind from thinking. I hurt my wife; I failed my wife. Why am I here? I was protecting her. “The State of Illinois VS Alton Green” as the court officer spoke out. As Alton stood up with handcuffs and chains wrapped around him, you could hear the cameras in the courtroom. The court officers assisted him over to the stand near his defense team. “On the charges of Aggravated Assault, Hostage Taking, and Breaking & Entering, how does the defendant plea?” The judge asked, “Not guilty.” as Alton’s defense team answers. “On bond?” asked the judge. “We find Mr. Green a flight risk, we are requesting NO BOND”. No bond, no bond ran through Alton’s head, he was not scared, he prayed and told God what he did, and God is his only judge and jury.
By Ghost Author 5 years ago in Filthy
EROTIC STORIES FOR WOMEN
It was a hot night at the laundromat and one of those days that makes apartment living miserable. I just got back on shore from the oil rig and laundry was my first thing to do. I see you loading a washer next to my three that were running. We are the only one’s in there as it is 2:00am. I watch you load the washer and then take your pants off and put them in. You take your shirt off so that you are completely naked, and I am so aroused. I grab a clean grey tee-shirt out of the basket I have already washed and hand it to you with a smile. You take the shirt saying,” Thank you “and put it on. It fits you like a night shirt so that you are covered well. I ask you if you work on an oil rig and you reply, “Yes I am a registered nurse and work for BP”. We instantly hit it off being BP employees and talk and laugh. You tell me how you make twice the money of a hospital nurse and do not work as much as they do. The time passes by and we have learned that we live in the same apartment complex. I stay to help you even though my laundry is done and loaded into my car.
By John Harrington5 years ago in Filthy
EROTIC STORIES FOR WOMEN
I hear the signal on my phone and look to see who is at my door. I see you waiting outside so I open the door and say, “Can I help you”? You explain that your car is broke down up on the highway and you need help. You look beautiful even though you are soaking wet from the rain. I put on my raincoat and come outside and say, “Follow me”. I lead you to my barn and say, “I will pull your car back to the barn with my tractor because it is not safe for it to stay up there on the highway”. I explain that you need to come and steer your car and I see you looking at my tractor with a puzzled look on your face that clearly said where am I going to ride. I look at you and say, “I am sorry I know we just met but you are going to have to ride in my lap because these things were never designed for two riders”. You look uncomfortable so I take your hand and say,” My name is John and I am here to help”. You smile and say, “I am Sarah”. I climb up and fire up my tractor and wave for you to climb up. I move the seat all the way back so there is room as you sit down. I tell you to hold on to the steering wheel but allow me to steer. The tractor lurches forward as I put it in gear, and we head up my long driveway to the highway. I feel you bouncing in my lap with the motion of the tractor and my body betrays me as I start to get an erection. I squirm because I do not want you to feel it. You look at me with a naughty smile and say, “You just can’t hide it can you”. I smile and say, “I am busted”. We arrive at your car and I attach the tow rope while you get in your car. I put the tractor in gear and we slowly head back to my driveway and the long road that leads to my barn.
By John Harrington5 years ago in Filthy
The Beginning...
I bet you're wondering how the hell did she even end up in Room 125 to begin with. To be frank, she wonders the same damn thing. Oh, and "She" is none other than Ms. Liliana Prescott, or "Lili" for short. Let's see what she had been up to before 125.
By Feisty Bites5 years ago in Filthy
Good Witch
History is told by victors. It blurs facts to make them seem heroic and their enemy to be the villain when in reality they are just people doing what they think is best. The story I'm about to tell has been held close to my heart for many years. Something I wish I spoke up about long ago. About a good witch. A good witch named Samantha, she is one of these people I told you about, doing what she believed was best. She was thrust into a roll with no idea what it would mean for her. I suppose I should start from the start: a best friend and a night of fun.
By JazzLynn Fields5 years ago in Filthy
Zero Cell Logs #7
The tiles on the floor of the room Max was in shifted and various machines rose from beneath the surface. The panels on the ceiling shifted also as various equipment lowered themselves till they were hanging over her. The examination table that she was strapped to settled further into its position, tightening the straps that held her. Going on further a metal strap streamed out of the table and trapped her neck. The strap gently retreated into the table, enough to make the grip around her neck firm, yet at the same time loose enough to make sure her airway is in no way blocked. Through the camera I can see that she was biting her lip, her breathing was heavy and fast, and her heart rate was at an elevated level. Fascinating. To think some humans gain pleasure from being put in such a vulnerable position.
By Come Again6 years ago in Filthy
Room 125
Hmmm...room 125...that sounds familiar", she chuckled to herself. As she turned the key over and over in her hand, she couldn't help but to wonder the affect he would have on her this time. I mean it has been...a moment since her gaze met his. Lord knows the last time they crossed paths, he ignited a fire she didn't know she had, unfortunately now that flame will not blow out.
By Feisty Bites6 years ago in Filthy
An inconvenient apocalypse
The blood splashed all over the side of my face, ran down my neck and dripped onto my shoulder. I was nearly sick then and there, but I had to get moving. I didn't have any clothes on, you see, and I had to find something quickly so that I could get out of here pronto. All around me was chaos and screaming, but I had no time to get scared. I needed clothing fast, and a weapon; whatever I could get my hands on quickest.
By Karen Cave6 years ago in Filthy
Sapphic Lust
There weren’t a lot of things that could shake Moira in her red pump heels. Her work as a journalist had toughened her skin. Every day she faced criticism, skepticism, and influential people who were intimidated by her aggressive and unapologetic style of working. It was a powerful skill to be able to manipulate her words just carefully enough to get information from the ordinarily zipped-up mouths of prominent figures in the community- businessmen, politicians, you name it. She could weasel around topics, sleuth through the spins and flips, to viper strike at the exact moment of vulnerability. Her reputation as an unmerciful interrogator proceeded her to the point where police departments all over the city had attempted to hire her.
By Lady Domitille6 years ago in Filthy
