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

Where It Begins... (Ch. 13)
"Relax..." he says into my ear as he un-does the buttons from my jeans confidently and slowly slides his hand into them. "Mmmm I love lace..." he mutters in approval.
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins... (Ch. 11)
The night is moving along and I am having a blast. We are all talking, making great conversation and joking around. Zane and Marisa seem like the most relaxed and confident kind of couple that can have a good time anywhere. For the life of me, I can't figure out how or why Porter is single. He seems confident and cool, just like Khyle, which is no wonder they are friends. A few times during that night I catch Porter staring at me, looking me up and down, and it is starting to weird me out.
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins... (Ch. 10)
When we get inside I see a giant screen TV playing music videos and it is above a long bar. There is an open space with some tables that also doubles as a dance floor, I guess this place turns into a club after midnight. To the right of the entrance is outdoor seating and another bar. In the center is the hostess who takes us to the outdoor seating area where Khyle's friends are sitting.
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins (Ch. 9)
Planning my outfit for tomorrow, laying down a frayed pair of jeans that have a few tears in the knee and thigh, and I can't decide if I should wear a one piece tank top or a slightly see through v cut t-shirt. I lay them out on my chair right outside my closet and figure my mind will make a choice by tomorrow night.
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins... (Ch. 8)
I take the opportunity on Sunday morning to get up late, late for me being 9AM. I open all the windows to my apartment to let in the fresh morning air. Sundays are typically my only day to fully sleep in and take it slow or pamper myself. I make my self a yummy breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and toast while playing some upbeat music. I try not to turn on my tv or I will get lost on my couch for hours just staring at the screen. About 5'o clock I head to my parent's house for a dinner she was all to excited to make, and game night. These nights are really the only that I get to spend with them so I hate to miss them.
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
Andromeda
Introduction She loved her job, but she hated her life. She used her work as a zoo night guard as a way to escape from it all; to become someone else. Working long hours on the night shift was an excuse to stay away from her abusive boyfriend, Paul, who would get drunk on cheap vodka and beer, and force himself, half limp, inside of her on those Saturday nights she had off. She hated him for it, she hated his stench; atrocious body odor, and car grease, she hated that she had once thought she had loved him, and she hated herself for rolling over and taking it like a bitch, but she was terrified of what he would do to her if she ran away.
By Owen Fox7 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins... (Ch. 6)
Back home I shower and pack a small bowl of weed. I can already feel my anxiety getting to me, and after today's crap I feel it is also well deserved. I want to feel amazing and relaxed, not shaking and tense. I lay out my clothes and decide to go with a flowy burgundy crop top that shows just enough of my belly to tease him, my black ripped jeans and my biker heels. Feeling the sexy biker vibes tonight. I am fearless, strong and sexy... at least on the outside. On the inside I am a hot nervous mess, and I laugh at myself.
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins... (Ch. 5)
The next few days at work seem to drag on. The days seem to become repetitive and I hate it; wake up go to work, home, and bed. Saving the weekends for the enjoyment and adventures. I always told myself that I am not going to be spell checking these writers my whole life. I will be able to make my own schedule and not have to be in the physical office every day. I will take the most beautiful pictures and have them displayed in the magazine for the world to see. What can I say, I know what I want.
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins... (Ch. 4)
After the little meeting, I finish up the day and head home. I get to my apartment, kick off my heels, and I put on my comfy shorts and a tank top. I slide my fuzzy black slippers on and head to the kitchen, a big glass of wine was calling my name. I move to my couch, turn on the TV, and flip the channels until I find a repeat of a show I have seen too many times. I start to slide down on the couch and I get real comfortable. Reaching for my phone, I set my alarm for work the next morning, but also with a small hope I would get a text from Khyle. I'm also not surprised if I don't get one. I finish my wine and can feel its sweet, crispy flavors sitting on my tongue, sliding down my throat relaxing me.
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins... (Ch. 3)
Monday morning is here and for once, I'm excited to go into work. I get up to our floor and walk over to my desk, there is no one here at this time and I like it. I am a little early, so I turn on my computer to let everything load and I figure I would get some coffee to kill some time. I see the light on in Khyle's office, so I walk over to his door to say good morning but he is not there. Bumer. I am dying for my caffeine, so I head to the office kitchen to make a cup... or a bowl. As I wait for the coffee to brew ,Khyle walks in and goes to the far side of the room for some breakfast. My inner Goddess smacks me upside the head and I instantly correct my posture and stick my butt out just a little. He looks over to me and politely says good morning and heads back to his office. I would be lying if I said I was not disappointed when he didn't make a remark about the art event or even come closer to me, but then I remember we couldn't.
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins... (Ch. 2)
I have no idea where he is walking to, but he places his hand on my lower back once again and leads me out onto the outdoor patio and onto the grass. There are soft white lights lining the patio as we walk to the edge of the cobblestone area up to the grass.
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins....Chat 1
I know I should not admit it, but I have a crush on one the executives of Free Flow Magazine, one of the most popular magazines in the country. I mean what girl wouldn't have a crush on one of the hottest bachelor executives in the state. I know he thinks nothing of me and only notices me when we are in meetings, if that. I am one of five jr. editors in the company, and its my job to read and correct the articles that come my way. Each day he passes by my desk to get to his fancy office and I have to see him walk by, well suited and so very handsome. He is tall and well built with dirty blonde hair that is always so neatly groomed. I can't help but wonder what is underneath that suit, like any sane woman would wonder. I know I am not the only woman in the company who thinks Khyle is just sexy. When you're a single bachelor you are bound to attract some kind off attention. My mind races and I am lost in my oh so inappropriate thoughts. How is this man single?
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy