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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Invading Spaces
Despite all the trouble he goes through with most of his friends, Tim doesn’t regret a moment spending time with Amanda. They met during an open discussion in their statistics class. Amanda was really giving. She never fails to prove the fact that she possesses a knowledgeable mind and a sexually attractive figure, the latter being a constant distraction to Tim from recently.
By Sam Wijesinghe8 years ago in Filthy
Lolita Syndrome Part 2
After our dinner table encounter, Phil begins spending a lot of time at my house. He hasn’t touched me or come near me at all, but I can always feel his eyes on me, burning under my skin. His frequent visits don’t alarm my parents because they have all been friends for so long. Plus, Phil says that he’s just taking a break from work.
By T.C. Bosarge8 years ago in Filthy
Between Their Sheets (Part One)
Every good love story starts when the protagonist is least expecting it. It shows up in their life when they are struggling with something, a death, the loss of a job, a breakup. They'll say "I'm not looking to date right now," but we all know given the chance, and an attractive face, they will.
By Accacia Graves8 years ago in Filthy
Harry/Draco Fan Fiction
Harry was walking down the corridor to the Great Hall when he bumped into Draco Malfoy. “Watch it Potter!” Draco sneered. Harry just kept walking by, completely ignoring the platinum haired Slytherin. Agitated, Draco ran up behind Harry with his usual sneer, “What's with you, Potter? Got nothing to come back with?”
By Alyssa Reed8 years ago in Filthy
Diving: The Deepest Orgasm (Part Three)
Sherry sat the last box of her belongings next to the bed in her new room. It had taken some time to get moved into her place, and she was tired. It didn't matter how tired she got, though, because Charles was never far from her thoughts. Schedule conflicts and the business of everyday life had kept them from meeting again. Her desire had increased for him, rather than fading, in the weeks that had passed.
By LP Steinbeck8 years ago in Filthy
Lover's Crest: Part Three
It was taking everything I had to keep myself from pinning Kris to the magnificent bed and possessing every curve and hidden place. I took my time making love to her mouth with mine, kissing her face, resting my own in her fragrant hair. My kisses extended down her left arm to her hand, and I placed her hand over my heart, which was beating hard, just for her.
By LP Steinbeck8 years ago in Filthy
Lover's Crest: Part Two
Tears. Smiles. Laughter. Kris couldn't keep from spilling her joy after I revealed that not only was she welcome to come be at Lover's Crest during the renovations, and have her own art room, but that the large room in which we stood was for us to share. She gazed longingly at the bed fit for royalty, at least the royalty of the Oregon coast.
By LP Steinbeck8 years ago in Filthy
Another Way of Looking at Flesh
She looks down at her book; the movement of the train is making the words jolt sideways in a hypnotic dance. She likes it, it stops her thinking and the book is just a prop anyhow. It’s the last train to her apartment, the latest she can take and she has chosen it especially. The carriage is empty, this is the hollowness she seeks, the roar of the train as it rushes down the tunnel, like blood through a vein, life, time, the future moving forward. This is the obliteration she needs in this moment. She looks down at her hands. One rests palm up between the pages, along the spine of the cheap paperback. The other, fingers curled, holds open the page. An hour ago these fingers were inside a man trying to stem an internal hemorrhage, a calculated gamble her other colleagues had refused. The gamble had failed. The patient had died before gaining consciousness.
By tobsha Learner8 years ago in Filthy
Someone's Watching
Do you ever get that feeling that you're being watched? My name is Lita and that's my gut instinct when my boyfriend Cody and I visit a popular ski resort every year. You would think the thought of being peeked on would deter us from going back but it actually does the opposite and excites us, that's why we always return.
By Whowoulda Thought8 years ago in Filthy
The Touch
I touched him. I have no idea what had come over me, but for some inexplicable reason, my hand moved from my lap and touched his leg. It was a gentle, caressing thing. It was much more forward than I would ever be under normal circumstances, to be sure. I wasn't ever that forward, physical, or direct. Never comfortable with being touchy. But then, there was something about him. Something that made these delicious and awkward moments sexy.
By Cixtian Trybe8 years ago in Filthy
