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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
The Teacher
It was Friday, a teacher's favorite day of the week. In about an hour I was about to walk out the building and go home to my comfy pants and my couch. My plan was to order some Chinese food, put on Criminal Minds and stare at my beautiful Derek Morgan. I was getting my kids' snack ready when I heard my phone pinging like nobody's business. After I finished putting out the last juice box for my kids, I went to check my phone. My friend Belinda had asked if I wanted to go out clubbing tonight. I wasn't so sure, seeing as I was looking forward to my comfy pants and Chinese food. And of course staring at Shemar Moore and undressing him with my eyes. After my kids ate their snacks and went home for the weekend, I packed up my bag and headed out to my car. I drove home as quickly as I could, and just as I was about to order my Chinese food, Belinda walked through my front door.
By Alix Nicole6 years ago in Filthy
In a Car
They were cruising down the highway at 50 miles per hour after their date night. Veronica and Daisy spent the evening dancing at an outdoor musical festival. Three months ago, Veronica surprised Daisy with tickets. When Daisy realized one of her favorite bands were playing, she all but jumped and squealed, picking Veronica up off her feet and kissing her soundly on the lips. The evening filled with dancing and kissing while bands played until the stars were shining.
By Lady Domitille6 years ago in Filthy
Balan's Magic Wand! (Chapter 4)
Right at midnight, the lady in red came through the door at the bar looking around at the huge crowd. I quickly went over to her, talking about the hard rock music thumping away as people danced in one area, watched the female strippers in another. We had a great DJ, and in between sets for the strippers, he would have little competitions on the dance floor with the women in small teams for shots or a chance at flowers, and even sometimes small cash rewards.
By Randy (TheShiftingBard)6 years ago in Filthy
More Than Friends: Lazy Afternoon
Previous Chapter: Morning One --- Taylor Sunday afternoon, I hold Chloe while she naps. I want to take her back to my apartment, to wrap her in a soft warm blanket and keep her happy and fed, and tired from the pleasure of orgasms. Watching her fall apart from my fingers or lips or dick is my new favorite pastime.
By Asrai Devin6 years ago in Filthy
Balan's Magic Wand!! (Chapter 3)
Chapter 3 Balan was never so excited to head into work before. He tied his long hair back into a ponytail. Pulling on his tight black leather pants, grabbing his black t-shirt which was now skin tight on him. Then he tossed some vials of other potions he had mixed up into his belt pouch, and put some rings on to look the bad boy part tonight. To top off his outfit he decided to toss on his motorcycle boots and ride his bike to work.
By Randy (TheShiftingBard)6 years ago in Filthy
Summer Eve's Coffee (Ch. 2)
After a couple of minutes, my date comes waltzing out of the bathroom as if nothing happened at all. Strange, as most humans are no match for even a weak vampire. I stand and straighten out my skirt as he approaches and takes my hand.
By Randy (TheShiftingBard)6 years ago in Filthy
Venomous Revenge
The sound of the chopping against the cutting board drums in my ears and breaks through the quiet ambiance of his apartment as I dice the tomatoes idly. His apartment, I linger on the thought. It should have been mine, and if I would have known that eventually this thing we call us would crash and burn, I never would have left my quaint little apartment upstate. I never would have given up my friends, my family, my career had I known. The weight of everything I've lost to him floods my mind and I'm boiling under the surface. Every lie that passed his lips, every excuse he told for why he didn’t come home that night, all channeled into one big carousel of torturing images. I choke down the lump now balled in my throat and do my best to keep the thoughts from breaking me down. Now's not the time to be weak. I slide the tomatoes into the saucepan and put the stove on simmer and make my way to the bedroom to dress for the evening. I let the towel I was wearing drop to my feet and reach for the skimpy, black silk mini dress hanging over the chair of the vanity. I press the fabric against my naked skin; it still feels warm from the corpse that was wearing it earlier. Dazed, I stare for a moment and wonder if she ever wore this dress for him. I sincerely hope so. I wiggle my way into the dress and it fits me tightly, making my breasts pop out at the top. As I examine myself in the mirror, I notice a single blonde hair caught in the straps. Carefully I wrap my fingers around the strand and pull it off of the dress. I appraise it for a moment, taking note of the discoloration at the roots. I scoff, of course she was a fake blonde. I extend my arm to the candle burning on the dresser and hold the strand over the flame, watching it as it shrivels into nothing.
By Iris Morales6 years ago in Filthy
Fixing the Menage Trio
The Panthers galloped as fast as they could towards the building, with the wolves on their tail in a hot chase. The female panther managed to get into the house just as the fastest member of the pack of wolves almost caught her tail in its claws. They were protected behind the wall and they knew that, so they rested upon getting to their refuge. As the door closed automatically behind them and they hit the wall, they both started to grunt. The shift back to their human form had begun and it always involved a series of stretches and grunts.
By Randy (TheShiftingBard)6 years ago in Filthy
