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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.

Letters to S.: The melancholy whores of my mind . Top Story - December 2022.
I woke up in the middle of the night and felt a strange sensation of skipping a heartbeat. Perhaps, it felt like I was missing an organ so I tried looking for her. She was not beside me and I did not have any recollection of her presence. My eyes wandered deliriously looking for all places that she could be at but there was no trace of her.
By Hullas Arora3 years ago in Filthy
She was cheated on more than 400 times and watched three times live, but the man still chose to forgive her
This is a group chat called "It's not as good as dumplings." At this very moment, there's an intense group chat going on.
By min3 years ago in Filthy
Vatayanasana (Horse Pose) – How to Do and Benefits
has taken the world over by its promising nature. Yoga too many is just a fitness seeker but the real truth to the awesome benefits are often underlying and hidden. Prior to yoga being a sensation, the gyms and the dietary pills used to do their rounds.
By Suraj3 years ago in Filthy
Passes At Guys in Hot Glasses
Read the previous story about Gen's foray into the world of dating apps. Gen had just poured a glass of wine and was going to show her friend Vic a screenshot of Matt when she saw an alert that someone new had liked her.
By F. Leonora Solomon3 years ago in Filthy
Han Gaozu's aesthetic view
I shouted: "steamed bun come quickly, someone's life!" Steamed stuffed bun a probe, asked: "How?" When she saw Xiang Yu and Liu Bang, she asked curiously, "Are these your friends?"
By Ann 3 years ago in Filthy
The Longer you Wait...
"You know what would be a giggle?" proposed my friend, when she and I had been having a little fun in my bedroom one Sunday afternoon. Something of mine was very prominent because of the fun, and she rested the end of one forefinger on the very tip.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
High Marks
The hard wooden chairs in the professor’s office weren’t comfortable under the best circumstances, and Rebecca Hall was not under the best circumstances. She had still-healing bruises across her ass from the last time Professor Grant had corrected one of her writing exercises. She watched him as his red pen made her crisp white pages appear to bleed. The hand that wasn’t tearing her writing apart rested on the end of a worn, wooden yardstick balanced on the edge of his desk. In her short skirt, she sat with her legs crossed, trying not to squirm as she squeezed her thighs together. Watching him reminded her of the first time he’d handed her back a slaughtered paper with the note:
By Guy White3 years ago in Filthy
Sexy Librarian
You can read the first story in this series and see what pleasures Gen granted herself before she had dinner. Gen licked her fingers after she ate dinner, she even scraped a bit of the sauce in the pan that she had already out in the sink to wash. She had scratched two itches already, she thought as she had had a quickie when she came home from work and had cooked as well. The fragrant scent of rose hibiscus dish detergent rose up and filled her kitchen. She walked out of the kitchen barefoot and sat behind her desk getting on her glossy MacBook. Her tech colleague recommended that she get a Mac — she had always been a PC person. It was that small thing that he suggested that changed how she approached technology. She liked the novelty of learning new things on the Mac.
By F. Leonora Solomon3 years ago in Filthy
Rockstar Mania: A Rockstar Saga Excerpt
Chapter 1 In Portland, Oregon many great singers are discovered this happened to my best friend Andy Avalon. I wake up early in the morning, automatically pulling my phone from the charging outlet heading to the bathroom. The sound of music in the background I played his lately album Heart First all night. His voice sooths me, like a mom singing to a newborn. When I get up from the toilet flushing I stand up taking a few brief steps to wash my hands. After which I turn off the sink knob yawning as I dry my hands.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)3 years ago in Filthy
Vacation Dreams
As the sun set on the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the ocean, Rachel slipped out of her clothes and stepped out onto the balcony of her beachfront hotel room. She felt the cool evening breeze caress her naked skin, sending shivers of anticipation down her spine. The soft, white cotton of her dress slipped off her shoulders and pooled at her feet, leaving her standing on the balcony in nothing but her lacy underwear. Rachel took a deep breath and closed her eyes, letting the cool ocean air fill her lungs as she leaned against the railing. She could hear the gentle lapping of the waves below, the sound soothing and calming after a long day. She opened her eyes and looked out at the ocean, the golden light of the setting sun reflecting off the waves in a dazzling display. She felt a sense of freedom and excitement as she stood there, naked and vulnerable, the cool evening breeze caressing her skin. She could feel the warmth of the sun on her face, the gentle kiss of the breeze on her cheeks. She took a deep breath and let out a sigh of contentment, feeling a sense of peace and happiness that she had not experienced in a long time. Rachel smiled to herself and let out a soft laugh, feeling alive and invigorated as she stood there on the balcony, looking out at the ocean. She felt a sense of excitement and anticipation as she thought about what the evening might bring, and she knew that she was ready for whatever came her way. She closed her eyes and took another deep breath, feeling the cool ocean air fill her lungs as she basked in the beauty of the setting sun. She had been looking forward to this moment all day – the chance to finally let go of all her inhibitions and give herself over to the passionate desires that had been building inside her. She had spent the day lounging by the pool, sipping on fruity cocktails and soaking up the sun, her mind constantly drifting to thoughts of the stranger she had met the night before. As the day wore on, her anticipation and excitement had grown, her body aching for the touch of the stranger's hands. She had spent hours getting ready for the evening, carefully applying her makeup and choosing the perfect outfit for the occasion. She had worn her loosest cotton dress and lavender panties which covered so little she knew he wouldn't be able to resist for even a second. Now, as she stood on the balcony, heavy but gentle footsteps approached from behind, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath A tall, dark stranger was standing behind her, his strong arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her close and pressed his lips against the nape of her neck, his stubble scraping her skin. She could feel his breath on her skin, hot and heavy, as he whispered words of desire in her ear. The stranger's hands roamed over Rachel's body, caressing every curve and contour as she let out soft moans of pleasure. She could feel his fingers sliding over her breasts, teasing her nipples until they were hard and erect. He cupped her buttocks in his hands, squeezing and kneading them as he thrust his hips against hers. She turned in his arms and looked up into his eyes, seeing the desire burning within them. Without a word, they fell into a passionate embrace, their lips meeting in a fiery kiss. The stranger's tongue plunged into her mouth, exploring every inch as they lost themselves in the moment. Rachel could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as the heat between them grew, driving them both to the brink of ecstasy. Rachel's hands were just as busy, tracing his defined jawline, running over the stranger's chest and stomach, feeling the ridges of his muscles as they flexed and tensed with each movement. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his hardness, stroking it gently as they continued to kiss and caress each other. The two of them moved together in a sensual dance, their bodies perfectly in sync as they gave themselves over to their passions, swaying together to the rhythm of a passionate tango. Rachel could feel the heat rising within her, her entire body aching with desire as she clung to the stranger, lost in the moment. And then, with one final thrust, they both surrendered to their passions, reaching their climax they both cried out in unison, their bodies becoming one as they reached the pinnacle of pleasure. They shuddered with the intensity of their lovemaking as they clung to each other, gasping for breath as they floated back down to earth, their hearts still pounding with the intensity of their lovemaking. They lay in each other's arms for a while, their bodies entwined as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. In that moment, Rachel knew that she had found the passion and excitement that she had been longing for. She smiled to herself, feeling a sense of contentment and satisfaction that she had never experienced before. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the wild, passionate nights that awaited her in the days ahead.
By Gouse3 years ago in Filthy
Quickie
Sometimes as much as she liked her intimacy and to have a long lead-up to sex with herself, sometimes Gen was not in the mood for that.
By F. Leonora Solomon3 years ago in Filthy
Sunday Morning Orgasm
I woke early that morning, around 4, and went downstairs to make coffee, finish some dishes, and then go outside. R.S. was sound asleep; I knew he wouldn’t even know I had gotten up. My outfit consisted of big boots, underwear, and three hoodies, and as I walked toward the mailbox, hearing the gravel crunch under my feet, I breathed in the chilly 38-degree air, immediately glad I was out there. I loved early morning exercise; it got my blood flowing and cleared the gunk from my head. I allowed thoughts to pass by without giving them too much attention and opened myself up to the possibility of all good coming along for today.
By Shannon Lemire3 years ago in Filthy