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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
The Hotel
She arrived on time as Sir has instructed, stopping at the front desk to pick up the room key as the text said. She made her way up to the third-floor room, not rushing up the stairs too fast because she didn’t want to flash anyone considering Sir had her wear a short skirt and a thong today. His text had told her he would be back shortly, he was going to pick up something to drink for afterward; she was to wait on her knees at the end of the bed. Sir had spent an hour or two in the room prior to when she was to arrive getting things in place for the afternoon, ties set under the edge of the bed, the bag of toys and items on the table, the tv turned on for background noise... all the essentials in place.
By Amanda Tucker8 years ago in Filthy
The Sexual Misadventures of Pandora
Although I was in an unfamiliar place, I found comfort in awakening to things that were familiar to me – like the smell of curtains blowing a light linen scent all over the room and the sound of the rain lightly caressing the ground. Just then, I heard the faint laughter of a couple stopping right under my window pane. So, I closed my eyes to listen to their exchange – In my mind they were walking hand-in-hand. You see, I have this way of sensing things even when I cannot see them. I turn my thoughts back to hearing the sexy raspiness of the way she laughed and the masculine tone to the way he said her name and I imagine they are completely and utterly in lust for one another.
By Stella Nova8 years ago in Filthy
Secret Meeting
She tried not to notice how his eyes were undressing her. And she tried not to like it. She didn't know him, but the ache between her legs told her she wanted to. His youthful face and dapper-like posture made him stand out in the crowded hotel lobby. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him approaching her. His scent causing her cheeks to turn red. He smelled like sin. A sin she'd be more than happy to commit.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Zephyr The Vandal Part 2
Gran Seraf Memories towered over me in the form of a granite archway trimmed with white gold and held fast by four pewter columns. Just beyond the impressive stone entrance was an elaborately framed mahogany double door that stood at least four feet above me. For a moment, I was again a sixteen year old girl; adjusting my misshapen bra, looking up at the monstrous wooden gates as if they would open on their own. I placed one palm against the resin coated beads that decorated the wood carved ribbon sloping down from top to middle. It may sound strange that I felt at home while entering a plush bathhouse known for decadence, corruption, and sexual deviance, but the world had left my younger self with little or no choice. My options included homelessness, incarceration, or quite possibly a rancid life of random unwanted pregnancies. Perhaps I could have subjected myself to an American street life of poverty and illegal substances shared with the dregs. Even more “ghetto fabulous” would have been a careless drowning into the pitfalls of uninspired, unmotivated, cowardly, abusive pimps. I could have lent myself to the care of one lucky ponce so that he could barely generate any income, break bread with vagrants, and pay for their protection with my ungracefully aging husk of a soulless human shell.
By Shadowstar Boxer8 years ago in Filthy
Need Me: Part 1
This wouldn't be the first time I snuck into the office after hours to get some work done. But I had to get the mountain full of paperwork on my desk over with by morning and since I over-extended my vacation for the sole purpose of taking some mental days off to regain my sanity, I only had me to blame for it.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Surprise Encounter
He walked into her work, knowing the layout since their lunch a few weeks ago. She was just getting off work and He knew she had some time today because she was supposed to go shopping after work. She even walked right past Him, lost in her own little world trying to rush out and get everything done since it was so close to the holidays. A little upset that she had just walked right past Him, He quickly turned around and was on her heels.
By Amanda Tucker8 years ago in Filthy
Chemistry
The emotional turmoil that expanded throughout his body increased as he sang his last note and his gaze caught hers in the crowd. Everyone in the audience applauded for them, cheering and hollering. He was proud of the progress the band was making, even if it meant playing music for small events. Music was in his blood, his favorite outlet. Even though he loved the adrenaline singing in front of crowds gave him, the rush of blood and lust filling his veins at the moment were all caused by her.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
The Cabin
The snow began to form a barricade around the cabin. There was no way out until morning, when the howling wind stopped, and the sun began to melt the snow. For now, they were stuck with only a few logs left for the fire. Soon, they'd have to find another ways to keep warm. She glanced towards him from across the room, where the flames of the fire contorted and distorted his handsome face. His long and rugged fingers were wrapped around a coffee mug, and suddenly, she wanted to know what if felt like to kiss him.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Zephyr The Vandal
ZEPHYR THE VANDAL Prelude to Paradise What would it take for you to understand the depth of emotion required to control another human being? Is there a threshold across which you will not tread? If so then you should probably stop here. My research spares no eye, cushions no ego, and fosters no will from either end of the spectrum of physical and psychological influence. Is there insubordination in your heart, defiance in your soul? If so then YOU should ALSO stop here. Shut these pages before returning this scarcely printed collection of truths paralleled by my own narrative of personal experiences. All others, especially those of you with a crippling love sickness coursing through your veins, please stay with me and learn the glorious multiverse of mind manipulation, sexual perfection, and unrivaled pleasure through absolute vulnerability to your beloved partner.
By Shadowstar Boxer8 years ago in Filthy
