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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Feel It
I would have never imagined that him and I would be here. He asked me to lunch, as a friend, I surprisingly agreed to meet him. I have never done something like this but wanted to take a chance. He was so out of my league and I would never think that he would ever have an interest in me. Given that I was feeling very good about myself in my black crop top and log black and brown skirt I said, "fuck it." We had just finished lunch, and we drove back to his apartment.
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
Sydney's Dream Mate
Sydney sat crossed-legged on his bed, waiting impatiently for him to show up. If what Aspen said was true, then Sydney should be getting a visit from his future mate tonight. He looked around the room, wondering where he would show up at. He hated waiting. He wanted to see the man now, dammit! Waiting was driving him crazy!
By Xylia Edin7 years ago in Filthy
Branson's Dream Mate
Branson stepped out of the bathroom, rubbing the towel over his head to dry his shoulder length locks. As he started to run the towel down his body, he looked up to see the elf from earlier laying on his bed naked, staring at him with a smirk on his face, his red hair spread out against the pillows and framing his beautiful pixie-like face. Branson grinned at the elf, threw his towel across the room, and stormed over to the bed. He grabbed the elf and flipped him over onto his stomach.
By Xylia Edin7 years ago in Filthy
A Night to Remember
The girl jumped, startled. "Who are you?" She called into the dark night. No reply from the stranger as they pushed her violently towards the floor, clawing at her skin. The girl let out a scream of panic. She didn't want to die, not like this.
By Waverleigh Rose Garlington7 years ago in Filthy
Paris's Dream Mate
Paris laid on his bed and waited patiently. Aspen had told all the siblings about his vision the night before, and they all suspected the Temple of Destiny was responsible for that. He was sure Aspen had left out all the juicy details about his vision. Paris knew there was no way Aspen got a visit from his future mate without there being some intimacy involved. He chuckled to himself. He couldn’t wait to see what happened when he got a visit from his own future mate. He really hoped it was the sexy werewolf from his earlier challenge.
By Xylia Edin7 years ago in Filthy
Constant Distraction - Part 3
Professor Harte had managed to invade my dreams twice now and I couldn’t ever keep her off my mind when I was outside of her class. Her personality was having this affect on me no other girl’s had. When I was in her class I definitely had a hard time focusing on the topic and not her, but as I got used to her being in my day to day life, I found that what I did focus on was some of the smartest stuff I had heard. She was beautiful and brilliant. So I decided to be courageous for once. I went to class with a plan. And once said class was over I put my plan into motion.
By Velvet Shodun7 years ago in Filthy
Aspen's Dream Mate
Aspen laid in bed, his thoughts centered around the fight from earlier that day. He had heard things from other mages whom had visited the Temple of Destiny. They mentioned having visions of what the future held for them. He wondered if that was what the "test" was really about. Was it his destiny to be a vampire slayer or something? or was that only a part of it?
By Xylia Edin7 years ago in Filthy
Courtesy of the Red, White, & Blue
Chapter 1—Five to One My family can be a bit stressful, especially on road trips. My grandmother was sick so my parents and all of my five siblings came together from different parts of the country to drive to see her in Virginia Beach. My older sister, Laura moved there recently so we were staying with her.
By B.B Cummings7 years ago in Filthy
Locura
I had a reputation for collecting anything that held rare and intricate beauty. Stunning old homes restored to their former glory, foreign cars with sleek lines and perfectly imperfect engines that could be heard from miles away, ambitious women who never let the stars in their eyes dim for any man who dared to close them. I mostly craved for oddities, trinkets and paintings everyone dismissed with quick glances and poor taste.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Filthy
Strike Me Gently
"Holding a grudge is like swallowing poison and hoping the other person dies." Such a statement of truth and as cliche as they come. It's commonality echos through all social structures of today. Experiencing the short hand of poisoning myself with such pointlessness, revenge was the only way to counter act the inclination of holding onto your hatred for someone. But revenge? Such a fickle concept. An idea that can either taint you from deep within your core or slowly seep through to the surface of your being, regardless of whether you are wearing a facade of deception, it will destroy the 'picture-perfect' image you so desperately try to portray of yourself. Against the initial satisfaction it lends, it rapidly morphs into something quite soul destroying. Revenge consumes you like a destructive disease of the mind, next to impossible to resist it's tantalising pulls.
By Sarah Schneider7 years ago in Filthy
