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

Submission
"What's wrong sweetheart", I ask my wife, hoping to get an answer from her and discuss whatever has her mind plagued. "Nothing." she responds.
By Ryan Fitzpatrick4 years ago in Filthy
LATE NIGHT FANTASY(part 3)
Sara finally made it through her files it was hard to concentrate the rest of the night, she was filled with anxiousness. who was the woman? She was with her in the elevator, she must have gone to the restroom to retrieve her underwear she told her to take off. she thought to herself she could not keep going on like this she would have to take a stand sooner or later. she scrolled over her texts again reading them over and over, she tried to call the number back but it just ended up with a busy signal.
By DALIL1NE MINION4 years ago in Filthy
Seduction of the Vampire
The air is hot and heavy on this country backroad; the heat lingers on the outskirts of Atlanta, Texas. Yet he travels in silence; the only sounds are his footsteps and his breath. It's a summer night, the temperature taking it's toll on those who travel the land by foot. He is a China man, 5 foot 6 inches tall, stout and round in stature. He wears a black kimono, with black trousers, white socks and black plimsolls. With him he carries a green army camouflage bag and a long, wooden staff which serves as his walking stick. The man's journey has been long; he is only middle aged but the greys in his short hair stick out like white ropes threaded through his scalp.
By Roy Jones4 years ago in Filthy
Twas the Fight Before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; Stockings were high and her booty was bare,
By Quin Smith4 years ago in Filthy
My husband’s cock is locked. I have sex anyway.
Do you know why I love October? It’s a month of The Challenge. The one that I love. The forbidden fruit of people across the world coming together to do the same dirty thing for a month.
By Nessa Sparks4 years ago in Filthy
My Yoga Instructor Bends Me In Half
When my usual yoga instructor apologized profusely and informed me she would have to send a replacement for our solo Tuesday session I waved her off saying I didn’t really mind.
By Nessa Sparks4 years ago in Filthy
Cuckold and a Hotwife - Fucked by the man my husband choose for me
It started as a joke but it didn’t stay like that for long. One day I was teasing my husband after he came too early and left me hanging, saying I should find someone to give it to me good. I even got on my phone and started swiping through Tinder to sell the teasing. But my hubby’s reaction was… fascinating. There was the expected embarrassment but what caught my attention was how he seemed to go from recently-spent to half-hard in a matter of minutes. Usually, he had a much longer refractory period.
By Nessa Sparks4 years ago in Filthy
Imperfect Me
It happened one of those early times when I made love to my partner, the only man I’d been with after the demise of my decades-long marriage: his initial comments about my belly.
By S. Venugopal 4 years ago in Filthy
Tragic Memories
“Shut up!” Trever screamed, his fingers coming to grasp about Tessa’s throat as he slammed her into the wall behind him. Tessa’s eyes widened, brimming with tears as she struggled to quiet herself.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Filthy
Oleo Holiday
He was getting dressed to escort Coco to her company Christmas party. It was the first with her new company. Considering they “got together” at their company Christmas party a few years prior, the occasion was both nostalgic and promising. When he heard the familiar refrain of a classic stop motion holiday cartoon on the television, “Oleo lady ol lady I oh,” he stopped and watched. Maybe those were not the exact words, but that is what he heard as a child and that is what they stayed into adulthood.
By Pete Symes4 years ago in Filthy
The First Fuck of a Long-Time-Lover
Nia lifted the last of the groceries from the boot of her car and carried them inside. It had been a long day, made longer by silly little mistakes, and despite the fact the sun was still up all she wanted to do now was crawl into bed and sleep.
By Heather Kinnane4 years ago in Filthy
The painter in the park
Going into work had never been fun for you. Your larger frame coupled with the predominantly male work force meant that harassment was a regular part of your work day. Than the pandemic had hit and you had been able to work in blessed peace, lounging around in your pajamas, your desk messy as you’d like, basic hygiene now an option as opposed to a requirement. You began to take regular walks and explore your neighborhood finding that a small park with branching trails that lead into the nearby forested mountains was right around the corner. It had become a regular attraction for you especially because few others seemed to gather their. Most days on your lunch break you could be found lounging under your favorite tree shielded by a myriad of greenery creating a viridian wall between you and any others participating in nature that day. You had the feeling of a spy as you watched the few people coming and going, a barely visible holes sprinkled with beams of light your only windows to the rest of the world. With this new destination helping you to establish a routine your life began to take on a comforting regiment as the days blended together in that ever churning mixer that is time. The only worries you had were that one day the pandemic would end and you would have to start interacting with people again.
By JR Stine4 years ago in Filthy