fiction

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

Her Breath
I laid across from her, watching her laboured breath rise and fall. The stark sheet lay like a fresh canvas between the both of us. My eyes stared into her hollow cheeks and now sallow skin. My mind wondered to all those times when we had been close, but never close enough. All those opportunities, awkward drinks in the pub, not watching the other undress in the gym. All those moments, those terrible drawn out moments that sometimes last an entire lifetime, kept secret in your heart, wrapped up for fear of rejection. Each moment now I waited between her breaths in one two three hold - where are you? who are you ? where are you now? that moment and now each and every one I hold as if it were all our moments tied together in a long swirling kite tail of yesterdays. In the hot springs in Iceland, at the summit of Matchu Pitchu, flying free on the back of your motorbike. I watch as a trickle of sweat forms a small rivulet down the narrow inlet of your back. I want to lick it off. I want to crawl over to you and press my naked body into yours, my breasts absorbing your moisture as a blanket, a cushion as a part of you. I want to lay behind you and cradle your fragility enveloping your fragile form, my fingers softly rubbing your pierced nipples. I want your eyes to open with burning desire even if no words are ever spoken and I am nothing but a dream to you. Yours eyes would flicker softly, slowly bringing me into focus. Cat like and purposeful, you have me. You finally have me and I am all you have ever desired. Holding my gaze, you become the tiger I
By Pixie Willo4 years ago in Filthy
Magic for the Millionaire
He watched her as she left the ballroom and ascended the stairs. She glanced toward the dance floor, then turned away with the slightest smile on her lips. She’d worked hard to put everything together for the event. He knew she considered herself just another member of his staff. The truth was he’d been looking at her far differently for years.
By Kate Benoit4 years ago in Filthy
Kitsune
The fox ran through the men’s camp, nose twitching. Someone here smelt good, and she was keen to find him. She avoided the men sitting around the campfire, several beers in, reeking of alcohol and sweat.
By Heather Kinnane4 years ago in Filthy
The Ecstasy and the Agony
Author's Note: Within this chapter, the main character, Claire, reads a book of poetry. The poem that she reads in the book is not a poem written by me. Instead, it is written by a fellow Vocal author, Colleen Millsteed. The poem, "She Welcomes the Darkness While Wandering the Destructive Halls of Hell", is used with her express permission. Her creativity deserves the honor of recognition. Thank you, Colleen!
By Anthony Stauffer4 years ago in Filthy
Hard against the Wall
Soraya felt his gaze on her from across the crowded market. She paused at a stall, picked up something from the table and pretended to examine it.
By Heather Kinnane4 years ago in Filthy
Devilish: Chapter II
I stared back at Lucifer, contemplating slamming the door in his smug face. "I'm sorry, but you're probably searching for the more "excitable" apartments. Try next door," I said sternly as I began to close the door on him.
By Juniper Woodstone4 years ago in Filthy
Whitney's Wild Night
Whitney sighed. She hadn't ever been to a party like this before. "They" would call her a slut, but you know what? She was a slut, and she was going to do everything in her power to prove it. She was fixing to get plenty of opportunities to do just that.
By Karen LaRue4 years ago in Filthy
Auto Erotica
He's 6'3” with a big cock. I'm 5'3” with a big butt. I'm truly amazed that he managed to fuck me in the front seat of his car. Austin booty-called me at 3:am and since neither of us could host, we decided to meet in a dark parking lot for some vehicular shenanigans. This was our second encounter; the first time was him hosting at his place whilst the family (parents, not wife and kids) was away. We were ensconced in shabby chic, complete with cabbage roses, Victorian knick-knacks, and family photos in tarnished silver frames. We fucked on a comfy white chaise longue upon which I would've someday loved to nap.
By Elle 4 years ago in Filthy
The Great Rite
The mud on her skin had dried, cracks spreading across the spirals painted on her body. With the smoke of fire and incense now faded, she slid off the stag she had ridden through the ceremony, the painted whorls on his fur crumbling to dust.
By Heather Kinnane4 years ago in Filthy
A Wish Come True
The meeting started just any other. He made coffee as she spread her books out across the table. They sat together, her at the head of the table, he on one side, close enough that elbows and knees bumped and her hands accidentally-on-purpose brushed his.
By Heather Kinnane4 years ago in Filthy
Seducing Her New Workmate
Suzanne felt light as a feather as she strode through the doors to her office building. The place had a slight musty smell to it, which made sense after being empty for so long, but that couldn’t quell Suzanne’s enthusiasm for being back at work, after so long working from home.
By Heather Kinnane4 years ago in Filthy
Snowbound Babysitter
The next day went well. Me and Greg both bathed together before the girls got up. We were both going on about two hours sleep but somehow, I did not feel sleepy at all. We were buried in snow. The road had not even been plowed yet and it was near noon now. We spent the day with the girls watching some movies and playing some board games and listening to music.
By DS4 years ago in Filthy