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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
The Balls of the Djinn
Clay was the best antique dealer in Mount Two Timbers. He loved a good garage sale, and his neighborhood was never short of them. He had already hit up two garage sales where he’d picked up a new set of weights, a popcorn cooker, and a diving watch. On his way home he saw an estate sale and decided to stop there as well.
By Guy Valleyabout a year ago in Filthy
The Resort
When Charity’s husband, Steven, had come up from the beach, he was greeted by the sight of his wife riding another man’s cock on her beach chair. He grinned as he approached the chair, watching her giant tits bounce as she went up and down. Some men may not like fake breasts, but Steven loved his wife’s perky and large boobs. He especially loved watching them as she rode cock, whether it was his or another mans.
By Jo. Schmidtabout a year ago in Filthy
Plowed at the Sausage Shop
Scott loved the Highland Butcher for two reasons. First, it was a couple miles from his house, and it was the only deli in town that sold real haggis, the highlight of any family event. The other delis in Mount Two Timbers sold poor substitutions.
By Guy Valleyabout a year ago in Filthy
Beverly Hills Cop-ulation. Content Warning.
Deep Confessions of a Well-Hung & World-Renowned Gigolo I'm in Heaven right about now. I'm on a beach filled with 90's-looking Playboy bunnies who would blow me at the snap of my fingers. Plus, my bank account has more zeros in it then a school full of dunces.
By Digital_FootPrint1212about a year ago in Filthy
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. The townspeople stood motionless in absolute shock as the normally gentle river current defied nature, twisting and churning against the normal course. The darkened sky cast a heaviness of oppressive gloom across the kingdom, as though the heavens themselves felt something was wrong down below. Queen Elara, beloved of all, disappeared into the dark, and her leaving had seemed to stir the very ground against the kingdom. Fear had seized the men's hearts, for this was not just happenstance that had turned the river round; it was a sign of something much blacker, a foreshadowing that had proclaimed the kingdom's balance rent asunder.
By Usman Zafarabout a year ago in Filthy
Kneel. Content Warning.
Agnostic. I was an agnostic. I wasn’t one hundred percent sure there was a higher entity of some description anymore, or if there was an afterlife, and if there was I was most certainly going to hell ; that I was sure of. I grew up being forced to go to church as a child and all the way through to my teens, attending two prestigious Catholic schools as a child which also reinforced my beliefs. I often questioned my faith as I grew older and bad things happened to me; if God was real then why did all these horrific things happen to me? It was a question that had stuck and lingered, even up till today as a twenty year old woman.
By myhoneyedwordsabout a year ago in Filthy
