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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Tabitha's Secret to the Fountain of Youth
Tabitha was a middle-aged woman who had a secret from everyone in her community. She was tall with long grayish-blonde hair and tight shiny skin. She did not even look her age because of how well she took care of herself. Her skin especially. There were no wrinkles on her face or neck and her eyes were magnificent.
By Brandi Payne7 years ago in Filthy
Exhibitionism Makes for a Fun Evening
It was Friday night and Tom was having guests over for a work dinner. It was going to be his boss and a few other coworkers coming to dinner to discuss some plans for an expansion of the company. His wife Rachel was cooking dinner and getting everything together before everyone was to arrive.
By Brandi Payne7 years ago in Filthy
Bad Day Fantasy
You have had a terrible day. It was one of those days where nothing seemed to be going right. One of those never-ending days that grate on your nerves and doesn't let up until you're snug in your bed, aimlessly thinking, definitely not falling asleep. The day still hasn't actually ended. There is just no one there to annoy you or to make it worse.
By Danielle Stark7 years ago in Filthy
Lexi and Blaze: Impetus
Remmy and Beretta were going to be away for the week. Summer camp was just a few hours away and both boys were going to spend the week at camp and then a whole week at Grandma’s ranch in Colorado. Although she would miss her boys greatly, she couldn’t help but watch the clock tick off the seconds until the boys left. Lexi had the Jeep loaded with everything Remmy and Beretta would need in their absence. Clothes and shoes, pillows, various handheld game systems and the ever present MP3 player blasting through the ear buds of both the boys, she hurried her boys in their seatbelts and reversed out of the driveway.
By Phoenixx Fyre Dean7 years ago in Filthy
Mario Kart
It was raining hard. Toad warned them that the track was too slippery and warned them not to continue, but Mario was persistent. Nevertheless, they continued. The race went fine—a little hydroplaning, but nothing serious. Before they knew it, the last lap had started, Luigi only a few meters behind him. It stayed that way for almost the whole lap. Luigi was able to grab a mystery box. The entire race hinged on the item he would receive. It was a green shell he had to make it work. The last turn of the circuit eight track, Mario took the turn a little too wide, setting up the perfect opportunity for the green shell. He launched it without thinking twice. It hit him on the side. With the combination of the low traction on the track and the green shell, Mario soon found his cart flipping. The cart flipped multiple times, barely losing speed and hit the wall headfirst. Luigi crossed first. When he looked behind him, he saw his brother's cart smoking and his brother lying unconscious. For a second, Luigi was happy. He hoped that he had died. He quickly caught this thought and immediately felt guilty for it. He slowly walked over to his brother, careful to avoid the other carts that were now crossing the finish line. Mario was unresponsive after Luigi tried to wake him up. Peach soon came rushing over in a frantic crying.
By First Last7 years ago in Filthy
Club Echo
A typical night at Club Echo, looks like on average of about thirty clients watching the dancers, and about a third of them want a dance in the paradise suite. The music loud, lights flashing, the atmosphere is a perfect breeding ground for chaos. Bring someone at the brink of sexual desire but deprive them, and it will bring out their true self. I love dancing so much because it does exactly that.
By Elijah Taylor7 years ago in Filthy
