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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Massaging Mother . Content Warning.
Maya and her husband, Raj, were involved in a minor car accident. Fortunately, neither was seriously injured. Raj walked away unscathed, but Maya complained of neck and back pain. Concerned, Raj took her to their family doctor, who prescribed painkillers and recommended professional massages to ease her discomfort.
By Chahat Kaur11 months ago in Filthy
Indian Wife Becomes a Mistress. Content Warning.
My name is Priya Sharma. I am a 32-year-old homemaker living in Delhi, India, with my husband, Rajesh Sharma. Rajesh and I have known each other since our school days, as we grew up in the same area. Our friendship blossomed into love during college, and we tied the knot after completing our studies. We have two children—a six-year-old son and a baby daughter, who is just four months old. Life was peaceful and fulfilling until a recent incident turned our world upside down.
By Chahat Kaur11 months ago in Filthy
Love Thoughts
I watch and my brain explodes with horniness and excitement. I watch her hand tease her pussy. “I’d be lying if I said no. That’s so hot. Keep doing that.” I take photo after photo of you touching your pussy even more. “Why don’t we go extreme? Properly break the internet with it. You’re still seen as a sort of Disney girl. Disney girls don’t suck dick but you do. Sorry if that’s too vulgar an idea.” I try and sound polite but it really doesn’t work when my cock is literally pulsing in my trousers.
By Forest Green11 months ago in Filthy
Submerged Desire. Content Warning.
The apartment was a testament to opulence, a place where luxury draped every corner, and the air held a subtle hint of vanilla and jasmine. Anna, was the mistress of this domain, a woman in her prime, her attire a blend of professional elegance and subtle seduction—a blouse that hinted at the curves beneath, a skirt that swayed with my every movement, and glossy brown pantyhose that sheathed her legs, culminating in heels that clicked authoritatively on the marble floor.
By Thunderball11 months ago in Filthy
Under the Moonlit Veil
The gentle wind whispered through the slightly open windows, carrying with it the fresh aroma of the night. In a dimly lit room, bathed in the soft glow of a bedside lamp, Marina sat at the edge of her bed, her eyes fixed on the trembling flame of a candle that cast a warm, golden light around her.
By A.short stories11 months ago in Filthy
Love Thoughts
I can definitely tell how wet she is through the panties. I step behind her and take a few shots from behind. “These will break the internet.” I laugh playfully. I type into the camera “you now want me to know how horny you are. You’re too horny to hide it.”
By Forest Green11 months ago in Filthy
