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

Hillary Reckoning is Coming
Tears fell down the young blonde's face because of the emotional pain that she's been through. However, it's over, love has broken her heart, and as soon as the packing was over. Vengeance would be Hillary Summers's focus and man; it was coming especially to the girl who did this.
By Rayna Quinns6 years ago in Filthy
The Bodyguard
6 MONTHS AGO Chelsea thought the idea of her having a bodyguard was ridiculous. She understood why her father hired one for her cocaine addicted sister, but she didn’t need one. She did enjoy going out to party with her friends in LA or Hollywood on the weekends, but other than that, Chelsea found herself more focused on finishing her Masters in Urban Planning. However, having the title of St. Peters alone was enough to cause trouble and after thinking about it, Chelsea was happy to have someone always watching out for her and keeping her safe, especially with her moving out of her parents Beverly Hills home into a condo all by herself.
By Jo. Schmidt6 years ago in Filthy
The Bodyguard
Missy St. Peters 85th birthday celebration had gone completely and 100% according to plan. Dinner was perfect and delicious, the speeches from her children and grandchildren were beautiful and Missy was having a lovely time.
By Jo. Schmidt6 years ago in Filthy
Too Hot to Be True?
Okay, let's get one thing nice and sparkling clear (as that inestimable Droog Alex from A Clockwork Orange would say): I'm a pervert.
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Filthy
Essay to Ecstasy
It was raining outside. My bedroom was filled with a cool chill and still my boyfriend sat on the end of my bed grinning. I’d been waiting for a cosy night in with him for weeks and yet, now I found myself typing out a 1,000-word essay that I should have started weeks ago. It was hard to concentrate when I could feel his gaze upon me, causing the familiar heat in between my thighs to begin to grow. I couldn’t help but think about all the naughty things we could be doing right now. Apparently, he was thinking the same thing because in no time at all, he’d stood up crossed the room and had his hands on my shoulders. He began to massage them and the tension that had been building for so long exploded out of me in one long moan. His breath was hot in my ear as he told me to concentrate on my work, his soft plush lips trailed kisses down my neck and chest, as one by one he began unbuttoning my white silken shirt that had hung gently of my humble breasts. That now sprung free as he released the clasp on the back of my completely transparent lace bra. Soon his mouth was around my breast as his tongue licked and flicked around my perfectly erect nipple.
By Rose6 years ago in Filthy
Therapist's Therapy Part II
“Scooch your bottom up just a bit," she says. I slide my ass to the end of the exam table. "That's perfect," she confirms. "First I'm going to just measure your cervix, which will cause some cramping, so just breath through it, but try your best not to move."
By Ashley Alleyne Van-De-Cruize 6 years ago in Filthy
Face Off
She often finds herself drifting. She makes mistakes more than others and her insecurities eat at her, weighing her down. She notices that she has more fears than hopes and her thoughts run the show rather than her heart. Boys don't notice her and her fantasies are left untouched and unfulfilled.
By Jamie-Lee Turner6 years ago in Filthy
Moana
After returning the heart of Te Fiti, Maui got back on Moana’s boat and they decided to ride together for a while. They had grown so close during their adventures that it wasn’t a hard choice to make. Once they were on course Maui pulled Moana on to his lap. It confused her to feel something hard poking her from under his leaf clothing and she squirmed awkwardly. He held her in place with one arm and slowly slid the other under her tan woven skirt. He used the slit up the side to easily rest his hand on her inner thigh. “Let me teach you something more than how to use a boat,” he stated gruffly.
By Cheyenne Fanning6 years ago in Filthy
Crashing on Her Couch
Christine woke up randomly in the middle of the night horny as hell and almost reached for her favorite toy without thinking about it before remembering that her friend was sleeping on the pull-out couch in the living room. An idea occurred to her; she was going to seduce her shy friend instead of relieving herself of stress. Since Christine slept naked, she was out of the bed and tiptoeing into the living room and crawling under the covers with him before any doubt could cross her mind. Danny stirred slightly in his sleep as the bed moved with the additional weight but stayed asleep laying on his back. In a matter of moments, Christine has pressed her naked body against his shorts clad one and slowly moved her hand under the waistband of his pants. While gently nibbling on his ear, she wrapped her hand around his semi-erect penis and stroked him to full hardness. He moved again, but still not fully awake made no objections. Getting braver, Christine sat up and using both hands slowly tried to inch his shorts down to release his cock from its confines.
By Cheyenne Fanning6 years ago in Filthy
Between the bookshelves
I couldn't concentrate on my books. It was cold in the library and I could tell the beautiful woman in front of me wasn't wearing a bra, because her thin cotton dress fitted perfectly to her skin. Glancing up, I analysed the curve of her bust and how her waist emphasised them. She was leaning on her forearms reading a literature textbook. It was past 10pm. We were the only students as far as I can see on this floor. I got lost admiring her figure before I heard a whisper, "I can feel your eyes on me." She didn't even look up at me.
By Lara Newton6 years ago in Filthy
In the Light of Day
My dad shifts his right leg as he sits almost directly in front of me. He’s partially slumped in his coffee-coloured hotel chair, it’s an unreasonably comfortable chair. I say this only because I still can’t relax in the thing.
By Eulonda B. Marie6 years ago in Filthy
Cheryl
Cheryl was looking at boxes that she had ready near the front door marked, Charlie. It was all of the things that he had own. She knew one day Charlie was going to leave, but the 20-year-old Crimson-haired young woman never thought his departure from this world would stem from the trauma she experienced a couple weeks ago. The young woman saw the truck pull up, ready to take his donations, and she put them outside, one box at a time.
By Rayna Quinns6 years ago in Filthy