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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
First Night Out
"O.M.G" Samantha shouted, "I cannot believe you've never been to the club!" She is, of course, saying this to me, a meek 19-year-old student at the University of Ottawa. I'm nothing special, plain face, pale complexion, a modest taste in fashion. I haven't changed my hairstyle since grade 9, besides the biannual trims to keep it that way. It's always been the same light blonde at shoulder length, that fell naturally straight. My pale blue eyes hide behind a wave of hair and a set of thick rimmed glasses. Not those hipster glasses that take up my whole face, I try not to attract a lot of attention to myself. I'm a "normal-sized" girl with "average-sized" breasts. I'm pretty damn average.
By Claes Cummings8 years ago in Filthy
One for the Road
She had just barely got off the highway, waiting to turn off the off ramp, when she decided that she needed a drink. Just one drink, she still had a good three hours left of her drive before she could get seriously wasted. So that's what she did. She pulled her car into the parking lot of next bar she saw. The Machine Shop was the name of the bar. Shrugging off her jacket, leaving her in a crop top and shorts, she made her way in.
By Emily Reynolds9 years ago in Filthy
Strangers In the Night
As is often the case on a Friday evening, I find myself home alone, perusing the ads on the local singles list. Ah, so many desperate people out there, all clamoring for attention, all trying to be more shocking than the rest of the pack. Some offer money, some claim to have the best tongue in town, and some are just looking for a plain old-fashioned fuck buddy. As I sip my favorite wine, I scroll through them, smiling and laughing at humanity.
By Minerva McAlister9 years ago in Filthy
Nighttime Encounter
You open the door to my bedroom and find me sleeping. In the darkness, you tiptoe to the bed so as not to wake me. As you get closer, you notice I am lying on my stomach, comfortably resting naked with the blankets falling off of me. As you kneel at the foot of the bed, you slide your hands up inside my calves, slowly spreading my legs wider, hoping I don't wake up. I stir slightly, but remain asleep. After a moment you remove your shoes and crawl onto the bed between my legs, placing your hands on my ass. You bend over, and spread my ass cheeks apart, slipping your tongue between them to tease my asshole. As your tongue swirls around, wetting my hole and teasing it, you feel my buttocks clench in response under your hands. Keeping your face buried in my ass, you slip a finger down and begin to stroke my pussy from behind, noticing how it is warm and slightly moist.
By Minerva McAlister9 years ago in Filthy
Dirty Clean
April was a twenty-two-year-old grad student from London who had moved to the US after getting her inheritance from her incredibly rich grandparents and had ended up buying a house in Florida. Jamie had been fixated with her ever since he first caught a glimpse of his hot new neighbour. He enjoyed nothing more than watching her every chance that he got. He lusted over her perky breasts and tight little ass... He liked to imagine that her pussy was of the same tightness.
By Savannah Teller9 years ago in Filthy
