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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Secrets, Love & Lust — A Book I Couldn’t Put Down
TW: Mentions of drugs, sex work, fetishes. A life veering out of control “Take your pill, and everything will be all right.” So starts Amelia’s story from In My Secret Life by Amy Bleu. And while Amelia needs to swallow a hard pill to get on the plane ride that opens the book, the reader will not — this novel is a masterful tale that takes a deep dive into the darker side of adult modeling and sex work, as well as the redemptive quality of love.
By Alison McBain3 years ago in Filthy
Inconvenient entrance
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. It was a lonely, almost a bit shabby little place, but it was far from the hustle and bustle of modern-day life. Just one look at my massively attractive female companion, a beautiful blonde girl with deep blue eyes, the perfect body (5'5" / 36-24-36) and a very light complexion would give even a casual observer our intent for being at that small cabin even on that cold wintry day, and it wasn’t the looks of the cabin we were after, but the function. We had gotten certain foods and wines that would only encourage our activities during that particular weekend. Yes, sex was on the agenda.
By Timothy E Jones3 years ago in Filthy
Under the Full Moon's Light Ch.3
"You may now kiss the bride." The officiant's monotone voice broke Charlotte from her daze. For a moment she had forgotten it was a stranger she was marrying. Charlotte bit her bottom lip, her cold hands quivering in Arche's. Looking up into his amber eyes Charlotte's stomach churned and her heart skipped a beat, her first kiss to be given to a stranger. Before Charlotte could think another thought, Arche leaned down and placed a soft gentle kiss on her lips. The tender touch caused the churning in Charlotte's stomach to explode into butterflies. His lips were warm and the kiss felt like home, as if somehow her lips had been awaiting his all along. Arche pulled away, his smile reaching his eyes and exposing his fangs. Offering his arm the two of them walked back up the aisle as husband and wife.
By S.J. Parker3 years ago in Filthy
Slippered! - Chapter 9
Slippered! – Chapter 9 After a very long and leisurely lunch and a walk in a nearby park, Ying and Cherry Lin sauntered hand in hand back towards town. As they once again approached the road leading to the little Bistro, Ying's attention was drawn to a middle-aged geezer who suddenly raised his left arm, as though in greeting. Ying raised his own arm in automatic response, wondering who on earth the man was, and was surprised to receive a snarl for his pains. The man tugged at his elevated arm with his other hand, jumped into a Rover (latest model, automatic transmission, Ying' s mechanic's mind noted) and screamed off down the road with raised arm poking through the open sun roof.
By Malcolm Twigg3 years ago in Filthy
Slippered! - Chapter 8
Slippered! - Chapter 8 In the room next door, Slipper awoke under the distinct impression that he was witness to an attempted murder. At least, that's what the noise coming from the other side of the wall told him. In between the crash of toppling machinery and muffled curses, a series of shrill screams suggested that he really ought to think about leaving. Although, on the other hand, agonised exhortations to a ‘stupid fucking bitch’ to ‘put my sodding leg back,’ suggested instead that he might be better advised in hiding in case the 'stupid fucking bitch' caught him leaving and took his own leg off.
By Malcolm Twigg3 years ago in Filthy
Slippered! - Chapter 7
Slippered! - Chapter 7 “Knock it off, Carmen,” complained Harris, “I've got to get this furniture moved.” Carmen twisted his hair around her forefinger. “Never mind the furniture,” she said lazily, assuming a theatrically languorous posture, “Move me. Make the earth shake. Bring the walls crashing down about our ears.” She laughed.
By Malcolm Twigg3 years ago in Filthy
Slippered! - Chapter 6
Slippered! – Chapter 6 After a disturbed night's rest, Ying pulled up outside the 'Spring Roll' restaurant just as Kwan drew away after making his arrangements with Lin. There was something familiar about the flashy limousine he saw disappearing around the corner that Ying just couldn't place, which irritated him. He was not one to forget a car. Anyway, he had a more pressing problem on his mind at the moment. Cherry Lin's curry. The events of the past night must have had a lot to do with it but, this morning, he had a gut like a stretched inner tube. He let himself in through the side door. Cherry's father stood gabbling rapid Cantonese into a telephone and acknowledged Ying' s semaphored greeting with a raised hand. Although he was not of the 'brotherhood', Ying was guardedly tolerated by the family as a worthy suitor for their youngest daughter. Cherry was very much the modern young woman. The Lins recognised that their ways were not hers, so gave her her head. All the same, Ying was always conscious of a sense of 'not belonging' in the closed community that made up the Chinese enclave in the south-west. Still, Cherry made up for that. Except for her bleedin' curries. He pressed a hand to his midriff as yet another eructation made its presence audible.
By Malcolm Twigg3 years ago in Filthy
