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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
More Than Words Can Say
Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Emily who lived in a small town on the coast of Maine. Emily was a quiet and reserved person, but she had a passion for writing. She spent most of her free time at the local library, pouring over books and jotting down ideas for her own stories.
By HEMA MALINI3 years ago in Filthy
Wet
See how things heated up unexpectedly between Gen and Kent in the previous story... Gen licked the corner of her lip and she could still taste a bit of the tangy delicious tomato sauce Kent had made. His place reminded her a lot of hers which was not that surprising because he lived close to her, and when she had been to other people’s apartments in their neighborhood they had looked similar to hers as well.
By F. Leonora Solomon3 years ago in Filthy
A Tale of Two Men
This is a tale of two men. One of whom uses the internet extensively, and another who uses it almost never. The first man kept up with the latest news. He kept his finger on the pulse of current trends. He knew what was cool and what was not. And he knew the details of the lives of celebrities.
By MediaVsReality3 years ago in Filthy
A plea to Her and You
* Recently a friend of mine read "bdsmpoem: a plea to Her and you." After reading it, she messaged me asking where was the rest of the story because it was just snippets of conversations that had occurred but most of the juiciness of them had been left out. She was surprised that I was being untrue in how i felt and suggested that for posterity sake that i tell the whole story behind that poem.*
By Kia T Cooper-Erbst3 years ago in Filthy
Fill Me Up Buttercup
See how lucky Gen got on her previous dates here. Gen went out on her terrace to water her plants. Between plants, she sexted Matt and Duncan. Both dates had gone very well and even though she did not want anything serious with either of them, she did want to keep flirting and having sex with both of them.
By F. Leonora Solomon3 years ago in Filthy
Netball Partners
Blushing, even though I knew the girls' changing room was empty, I stumbled inside and uhh! Right away I wished very much I hadn't. It really smelled of girl, so much so that it truly did compare to stuffing a grubby pre-worn pair of knickers under my nose. No way was I ever going to be able to take my underpants off, the first few in-breaths had already left me far too hopelessly stiff!
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
"The Last Breath of Yesterday"
It was a chilly winter morning and the sun was just starting to rise. Rachel was walking through the park, feeling a sense of peace in the stillness of the early morning. She was on her way to the flower shop, where she worked as a florist.
By HEMA MALINI3 years ago in Filthy
