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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
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
Hold Me. Content Warning.
Kathy's eyes darted open, gazing upon the little green numbers of her alarm clock, the only light in the darkness that engulfed her room. 3:15 AM. Four hours before her alarm was set to go off, yet she was wide awake. It was unlike her to be up so early and alert. As if something had stirred her from her slumber. She sat up, scanning the room. For what, she wouldn't be able to say for sure. The room felt more occupied. As if someone else was there. But there was nothing. Yet it felt like there had been someone with her.
By Joachim Heijndermansabout a year ago in Filthy
Callback - Chapter One. Content Warning.
The state of the world in 2099 could be described in a multitude of rude, vulgar, or obscene sentences. Much like centuries before, it could be all about perspective. Those who have everything tend to look at life differently than those struggling to survive. It could be said, however, that happiness or contentment could be viewed as the opposite of the previous statement. Those who have everything may not be as happy as those struggling. Not much has changed since I, your narrator, began this narrative and looked upon the world with a tired set of eyes. Just like those brilliant before me who viewed their time in this world as four-letter curse words, wishing someone would change it for the better, the same was true for Cora and her love Celeste. Cora was tired; she sacrificed enough time to earn her retirement and live a life with Celeste that they had been wishing for all those years prior. But much like life, it has an interesting way of showing who is in charge.
By Anthony Diazabout a year ago in Filthy
The Night After ‘I Do’: A Surprising Turn of Events . Content Warning.
We started early in the decorated car waded through all the parties and formalities and reached home by 10.30 pm. We were famished and tired but friends and relatives were waiting at the house. All those who couldn't attend the four parties were here now. We had to keep company and smile and entertain the relatives who left soon and by 11.30 pm we were left with our friends and cousins only. They too were tired after the ordeal and had been tagged with us. Someone played old Hindi remix songs and soon everyone was dancing to it. We were invited but we declined finally, we were pulled into it. Sajith, my cousin's brother refreshed us with Pepsi and we gulped it thankfully.
By Chahat Kaurabout a year ago in Filthy
Love's Absurdity: From Dream to Shatter
On a day filled with the cool air of autumn, I came to a comic exhibition in the library. In a corner for doodling, I met Gary for the first time. His slightly shy smile, bright eyes and the enthusiasm when he was doodling on the wall instantly touched my heart. "I'll draw a princess for you!" This was the first sentence he said to me. Falling in love with him might be because of his childlike enthusiasm. In this complex world, few men have his kind of candor.
By Emotional Scribeabout a year ago in Filthy
Love Knows No Order
I had often pondered over what love truly is, yet I could never arrive at a flawless answer. Whenever the concept of love came to mind, a vivid scene would unfold before my eyes: a profusion of brilliant flowers blooming simultaneously, without any particular sequence or forewarning. They unfurl their vivid hues unreservedly, without the slightest hint of concealment. These blossoms symbolize my perception of love.
By Emotional Scribeabout a year ago in Filthy
I Did Her Last Summer. Content Warning.
There she was! Pulling up in a stretch limo with the paparazzi completely surrounding her vehicle. I hadn't seen her since Cabo of last year when we fucked each other into a state of pure bliss. I also hadn't seen her since I found out that she had gotten back with her ex.
By Digital_FootPrint1212about a year ago in Filthy
Love as Beautiful as a Rose: Persistence and Bloom in the River of Years
In this complex world, love is always the softest corner and the brightest star in people's hearts. It is like a beautiful song, playing on the journey of life, sometimes melodious, sometimes passionate, sometimes gentle, and sometimes profound. Today, I will tell you a love story as beautiful as a rose. Although it may not have earth-shattering plots, it has the most sincere emotions and the firmest perseverance.
By Emotional Scribeabout a year ago in Filthy
