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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
TALES BY OVII
Spring came earlier than expected and the petrishor was more pleasant than ever. While lying on her bed, Ann looked out the window that morning and had a while to reminisce on a lot of things. She gently lifted her legs from underneath her sheets and gave a clumsy walk to the mirror stand in her room. She gazed upon her reflection and smiled. One could easily see Ann’s well defined body framework from the transparent peach strap night gown she wore to bed. Ann was in her mid twenties and her body was very much in good shape. Ann was an extremely gorgeous woman, she had a very defining jaw line,a well chiseled nose,plum lips,curvy hips, perky buttocks,hair as black as a fire coal and very beautiful brown eyes. Her eyes immediately met with the clock that was hung on the wall of her room and it was 7:22am already, she made her way to her bathroom where she immediately brushed her teeth and then proceeded to take off her night gown and get into the bathtub to take her shower. Ann turned on the shower and immediately began to scrub from her shoulders down to her legs. Her adipose sufficient thighs kept smacking against each other with every scrub she gave on them. Ann’s nipples were already firm and protruded as a result of the cold feeling the shower water gave and off course the spring aura. She rinsed off all the foam,got her towel and dried her skin of water. She applied her skin lotion,immediately dressed herself in a pencil skirt and a vintage top that she tucked in and wore a pair of loafers and a matching bag. It was already 7:43am and she obviously had to skip breakfast to report to work early enough.
By Chibueze Vivian 2 years ago in Filthy
Crossing Over
Note: The following story contains graphic sexual content intended only for readers 18 and over. My world went from color to black and white after I lost her. It’s one thing to miss someone, to crave their presence, touch, or voice. It’s another thing to feel that so profoundly and know you’ll never experience it again. At least, that’s how it used to be.
By Bradley Ramsey2 years ago in Filthy
Blondie and her Three Bears
Blondie made her way to the outdoor area of work. She had her water bottle, a sandwich, and her phone. She straddled the barbecue table seating and dug into her sandwich. It wasn’t her sandwich, but she figured, coz it was sitting on the kitchen bench this morning, she would take it. She unlocked her phone and looked at the missed calls and texts from her mother. Maybe about the stolen sandwich.
By Jerome Smith-Pula2 years ago in Filthy
Wings of Hope: The Drone Rescue. Content Warning.
A drone, also known as an Unmanned Aerial Vehicle (UAV), is a remote-controlled or autonomous aircraft that doesn't require a human pilot onboard to operate. Drones come in various sizes and shapes, from small handheld models to larger aircraft resembling traditional airplanes or helicopters.
By Peter Kaan2 years ago in Filthy
Made To Crawl I
Matthew Turnback was a man who, all things considered, should have loved the life he lived. He was still young - in his mid-twenties - and making great money off of his chosen career path while living happily married to a woman he had fallen for since the day he first met her. His job, Personal Assistant to Mayor Bannivan, involved an adequate mix of both stress and excitement. Most men wouldn't care for setting up meetings, organizing files, and signing documents on behalf of the appointed representative of the city they lived in, but to Matt, it invoked a large sense of purpose and responsibility. The downside was that it left him exhausted and dearly missing his wife at the end of each day.
By Evan Fulnite2 years ago in Filthy
Slave
Chapter One As I finished packing up my car I turned to look at my mother who was now standing beside me. "Don't worry. I'll be alright. It's only for a week. I really need this time away. I promise I'll check in and let you know I'm still alive." I say to her. I then give her a kiss on her forehead and a quick hug and head over to the driver's side door where my boyfriend James is standing.
By Phoenix Cobain2 years ago in Filthy
It is With Much Regret That I Must Inform You I Cannot Accept the Position of Your Boyfriend
Author's note: This piece was originally published on another website, from which I have since been permanently banned, as a satirical response to a (semi) humorous piece by the writer Lizzie Logan on that same site. The link to the original post is here and I highly encourage you to read that first as it helps to frame my response in the appropriate light. I happened to stumble across it in my archives, and despite being five years old now I think it still holds up fairly well though, ultimately, I guess that is for you, the reader, to decide. In any event. Enjoy!
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Filthy
