fiction
Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
The Open Blouse
I stepped out on the long back porch to have a smoke while I waited for my tea water to boil. It was still dark, the kids were in bed, but after a poor night's sleep, I was done tossing and turning. It was only slightly after 5am; the kids weren't expected to be at their grandmother's until ten; I just needed a little reset. Custody arrangements, divorce proceedings, and running my business were more than enough, and now my soon-to-be ex-wife had skipped out on drug rehab, bungling arrangements made with the court to help her retain custody rights. I closed my eyes briefly, my head leaning on the support post, and let the patter of the rain on the roof soothe me.
By LP Steinbeck3 years ago in Filthy
The Ouroboros Ring: Ep. 1
Once in bed, Kendal Thornhill brought a slim volume of the latest bodice ripper and a small gas lamp with her to the bedchamber. Her small flat didn’t have a gas line, except for the bedroom. Yet, to get there, she had to use the small handlamp to navigate. Without money from Liam’s death, this was the best she could afford. As she moved, her eyes touched on the various wards throughout her flat to keep out the malevolent spirits that would try and disturb her slumber.
By Vesper Nightshade4 years ago in Filthy
The joint
iOnce upon a time, I was a thug chilling in the joint at Marysville. I had a cell phone on the down low recording my own rap music. Hoes were all on my dick always thirsty and pressed to eat my phat pussy and suck on my big breasts always trying to bite on my belly button chain trying to chew my clit and suck it hard as fuck. I had to start fighting these hoes. I am that bitch. Then one day January 5th 2025 I broke out and boarded a train. There were unicorns and rainbows aboard this running train, suddenly the brakes and the emergency brakes on the train evaporated into thin air there was no stopping this train, no lie I was terrified and I thought I was going to die. The unicorn sitting next to me told me " Have faith, do not be afraid." I put my brave face on, I asked the conductor, "Is this train going to slow down any time soon?" He replied, "I do not know. But I am very afraid." I replied, "I am too, others may think I am a hard mother fucker because I was running shit in the joint, In corrections officers, Police officers, and the sheriffs pockets. The conductor asked me, "were you in River city?" I replied to the conductor, " Nah, Marysville department of corrections." I ran the whole joint from the inside, in every bodies pocket and under my belt.
By Angelina F. Thomas4 years ago in Filthy
Seattle (NSFW)
Her favorite part of this city was their apartment. They did not have a lot of furniture, but that made their quaint home feel massively spacious. In fact, the studio apartment had the kitchen, living area, and bedroom, all huddled into the same space. The only doors were the door which led to the outside, the coat closet door, and the door to the bathroom. And yet, to Charlotte, she was living lavishly. Perhaps the key to the illusion was their window wall.
By Damien Bentley4 years ago in Filthy
