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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Meet me Later. Content Warning.
I looked around confused, as I walked down the hall towards room 305. There were students on either side, watching their phones or with their nose in a book. I slid my phone out of my pocket to check the time. 2:20. I guess this is what people do while they wait for the next class to get out. Not that I would know, I've never been early to a class.
By Alex Manegarden11 months ago in Filthy
Love Thoughts
Olivia knew this was a simple photoshoot for her new merch. But the usual photographer she works with is out sick today. The one filling in is good though. I make her feel very comfortable in front of the camera. Maybe too comfortable, since she keeps taking off pieces of clothing throughout the shoot.
By Forest Green11 months ago in Filthy
Actions and Consequences Chapter One: The Action
He fucked me harder, pushing my legs further forward. They were almost touching the headboard behind me. I looked up at him. His dark face, with those dark brown eyes, looked down at me. His muscular, solid arm was holding the headboard from hitting the wall.
By Alexander Martin11 months ago in Filthy
Chapter 7: The Relationship Deepens
As the days turned into weeks, Morven and Jake's relationship continued to blossom. They spent every spare moment together, exploring the town and getting to know each other's deepest desires and fears. Their conversations were deep and meaningful, and they found themselves lost in each other's eyes for hours on end.
By Omasanjuwa Ogharandukun11 months ago in Filthy
Something New Chapter One: Lost and Found
“Slow down, Ian!” I held onto the handle on my door as Ian swerved in and out of traffic. “The event lasts all night!” Ian was excited. I could see it in his face as he got ready, and now he was practically speed-racing towards his destination.
By Alexander Martin11 months ago in Filthy
Chapter 3: The First Kiss
As the sun began to set over Central Park, Morven and Jake found themselves walking hand in hand through the winding paths of the park. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the soft chirping of birds, creating a romantic and idyllic atmosphere. Morven, wearing a yellow sundress with white flowers, felt carefree and alive, her long, curly brown hair blowing gently in the breeze. Jake, dressed in a white shirt and dark jeans, looked handsome and charming, his piercing blue eyes locked on Morven's with a sense of intensity and interest.
By Omasanjuwa Ogharandukun11 months ago in Filthy
Chapter 4: The City of Dreams
As the sun set over the towering skyscrapers of Manhattan, Morven and Jake set out to explore the city, their hearts filled with excitement and anticipation. The air was alive with the hum of energy, the sounds of car horns, chatter, and music filling the air. They walked hand in hand, their footsteps weaving in and out of the crowds of people that thronged the sidewalks.
By Omasanjuwa Ogharandukun11 months ago in Filthy
Chapter 2: New York, New Love
As Morven stepped off the plane at JFK Airport, she felt a rush of excitement and anticipation. She had always dreamed of visiting New York City, and now that she was finally here, she couldn't wait to explore all that the city had to offer. She made her way through customs and baggage claim, her eyes scanning the crowded airport for a glimpse of the city that lay beyond.
By Omasanjuwa Ogharandukun11 months ago in Filthy
The Truths We Hold . Content Warning.
The next morning, I awoke feeling energized. I haven’t slept a full eight in, I don’t know, since middle school? You get no sleep in college, and since I started this job as an autopsy tech, we’re always swamped with work and bodies. I swear that people find ridiculous new and inventive ways to kill themselves every day. Sure, murders, car accidents, and overdoses add to the list, but the number of Darwin Awards I could pass out would be ridiculous.
By Aaron Thompson11 months ago in Filthy
A Slice of Heartbreak: My Valentine's Day Story
Ah, high school—a chaotic mix of awkward first dates, fashion disasters, and cringe-worthy moments that refuse to be forgotten. But amidst all the teenage drama, nothing could have prepared me for the unforgettable saga of the guy who believed his bare hands were as heatproof as oven mitts. Brace yourself for a tale of reckless confidence, painful regrets, and a pizza that never stood a chance.
By mureed hussain11 months ago in Filthy
