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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
The yellow jacket
He’s sitting at a restaurant table by the seaside with his feet up. His brown hair, messy as the shore, is tied up in a bun as cute as his yellow vintage jacket. As untidy as his curls, is his beard, which reminds me of someone I am yet to remember. He stares at the world’s biggest waves for most of the time, while occasionally scrolling through his phone. By his side there’s a book, I can’t see the cover but it looks old, I somehow get the feeling that the book has been read by hands other than his. Oh, his hands.
By Lucia Carretero Sierra4 years ago in Filthy
Austin's Drop
My house was in a vortex, spiraling downward into something smelly until it would deposit me in a pill relapse, so I decided to get out for the night. On my way out the door, I spilled a red plastic cup filled with cigarette butts and yellow water. It stained my carpet but I disregarded it. I left the house at around 8 pm. It was brisk and damp outside, the air smelling like potential rain. The sky was clear though. I began walking down the street, past several houses, a gas station, grocery store, and a shopping center.
By Ty D Lowman4 years ago in Filthy
The Beasts
The air's, icy breath cascades down the side of the rocky face, biting the edges of my cheeks and tearing at my ears. My hands, even gloved, can barely move, and my legs stiffen under the weight of the frigid atmosphere. The lungs, heaving in my chest, are close to popping under the pressure. I cannot breathe.
By Scott A. Vancil4 years ago in Filthy
The Boss
It was a lovely Monday morning and I had just started working for a new company. I got up and dressed in my most professional outfit with delicate lacy underthings edged in lavender to match my suit. I headed to work early hoping to meet my new boss, Mr. Godfrey, and get a feel for my work area. As I walked into the building, I bumped into a tall hard body which caused me to fall backwards showing the lavender lace edged garters and lace thong beneath my skirt. I quickly closed my legs and looked up at the person who I had bumped into and realized he was looking down at me with a smile offering his hand to help me up saying " I'm sorry, I guess I wasn't looking where I was going."
By Kia T Cooper-Erbst4 years ago in Filthy
Pearly Whites
The first time someone used me, I thought I was a ship on the horizon, helplessly waiting to be tossed as I saw a storm coming in. I thought I was sailing out at sea, a place I had chosen to be, but getting to a point where not even my wits could help me. It was not until the thunder was rattling my bones and the lightning was blinding my eyes, that I knew that I was not a helpless ship - I was the kraken.
By Ariana GonBon4 years ago in Filthy
Dressing Rooms
The deafening roar of the Harley's engine cut short in the parking lot of the Macy's department store. He'd rather be anywhere else, but this is what his girl wanted to do before their road trip. The holidays were coming and she had been obsessing over finding zomething new to wear to her parents'. Joey could care less.
By Ronni Victson4 years ago in Filthy
Smokey Night
“Val you’ve got this” My friend Nikki spit out ending a rant that had gone on much too long. “Nikki I know you think that out of anyone. I am the most deserving of this, but seriously I don’t think that going out for drinks with someone is the best thing for me right now.”
By Misha Alsleben4 years ago in Filthy
