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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
And On
When the Earth imploded, crashed in upon itself in an awesome orgy of destruction, I felt nothing. I stood there, on the platform of the Shell Super-Orbital Self-Service Commercial and Recreational Spacecraft Refueling Station, my hand typing my credit card’s PIN code into the digital air-pad, and watched it happen, just beyond the glass dome of the station, just in front of me. Watched all those swirls of blue and white twist viciously into black, watched the green masses crack and sear red. Watched it, the apocalypse that you and I and everyone we’ve ever known has waited for. And felt nothing. A sudden, violent, endless nothing.
By Russell Carter4 years ago in Filthy
The Pool Party
It was another hot and humid summer evening as Dante and Aurelia prepared for the pool party. It was the night of Dante's best friend's birthday and they were all getting together for a few drinks and some fun and games. They arrived at the party a few minutes later to see all their friends having a good time, drinking margaritas and having cocktail shrimp, burgers, hot dogs, chips and dip, stuffed mushrooms, and a variety of salads. Once there Aurelia and the birthday boy's girlfriend decided to go change into their bathing suits, in the bathroom in front of each other. As the evening wore on the drunken crowd dwindled until it was only Dante, Aurelia, Dante's best friend, Ethan, and his girlfriend, Elaina left, all of them fairly drunk themselves decided they wanted to have some fun. Elaina was a stunning 5 foot 8 curvy woman with big tits and a big butt. Her dyed blonde hair hung down around her shoulders. Ethan was 5 foot 9 with shoulder-length black hair and rippling muscles that were truly a vision to behold. Both couples were very attractive and loved to express themselves sexually. They also weren't afraid to share in the fun.
By Katina LaSalle 4 years ago in Filthy
Soul Dance
I felt a twinge nervous and excited while I was standing in front of his home. My emotions piled up, brick by brick making a wall up to my throat. James opened the door, I could tell he was pleased to see me by his smirk, his salt and pepper mustache curling around his lips. I took off my sneakers and placed them with the others, exposing my feet. When my toes touched the warm cedar hard wood floor, made me feel grounded, as if my toes were digging themselves in the dirt, planting my stance. The exposed brick wall and collection of books surrounding his living room delighted me. I was in the home of an adult, who lived alone. The realization made my insecurities sink into the abyss of my chest. I was in the home of a man, not a boy and it showed. I had no real expectations, but light conversation and physical activities would conspire but I felt like this would be different than any other one-night stand.
By Angelique Colon4 years ago in Filthy
Haunted by Exes
Trying to figure out who I am so close to the age of thirty. My life expectations are so far behind than I thought I was. I thought I was heading in the right direction. Looks like I am starting over all over again. People say you should put the past behind you and forget it. I'm starting to think that maybe you should use your past to help better your future. The way things are going my future just might mirror my past.
By Shareda Ferguson4 years ago in Filthy
Three Month Evaluation
Three Month Evaluation “Miss Simons would you please come in here.” Jane closed her eyes and slowly put her purse back into the drawer of her desk. She had been on staff for three months now and she had known that her evaluation was coming up, but she hadn’t thought she had been doing a bad job. So reluctantly she walked into her boss’s office with her head held high. Standing just inside the doorway she waited for her fate to be decided.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
Confusion
CONFUSION: LISA I was just coming in off the red eye from Chicago after closing some business deals, and I was exhausted. I was so tired that I left my laptop in the overhead bin. Thankfully I knew the pilot personally, so I called him as I was walking in the door to my house.
By Kijuana Jordan4 years ago in Filthy
Club Surrender
My girlfriends and I decided to check out a new fetish club that opened up. As we neared the entrance, I overheard the doorman turning people away because the club is exclusive to couples or groups in a D/s relationship. Upon reaching the door we’re asked by the doorman how we identified our roles. As expected my two friends promptly replied "Mistress", but fearing being turned away, and having a great desire to see inside, I bowed my head and said "slave Sir".
By Allan James4 years ago in Filthy
A Love Story All Its Own Part Three
Are you asking me out on a date? She said. I assume that you could spend your time with your friends or something. M. P. C just looked at her and smiled, and before she knew what was happening, he kissed her long and passionately.
By Theresa Evans4 years ago in Filthy
