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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
The Regret of a Black Rose
The Regret of a Black Rose Regret. It was a feeling that Linda Wallace was relatively unfamiliar with. She didn’t regret marrying Sam Radford, she didn’t regret leaving him, and she didn’t even truly regret choosing her career over their son. She loved Nick, she did, but she had never really wanted kids, so letting Samhave him hadn’t been a difficult decision to make, especially given how successfully her career had flourished.
By Alison Victory4 years ago in Filthy
No More Panties
I chase after the school flirt, Michael; giggling running in between the stacks of books. Michael has long since been on my radar and I couldn’t turn down the offer of a quicky in the library with him. He’s earned his flirty reputation. He stands at about five foot seven with sandy blonde hair, dimples and green eyes that hold so many promises. The library smells of dust and paper it’s empty which isn’t a surprise seeing as it’s eleven at night on a Saturday. Michael dodges and weaves in between stacks of books.
By MissyMarie 4 years ago in Filthy
Into the Abyss.
There is still a deep part of me that believes that Zabian is behind these occurrences. Or at the very least, that he is related to them somehow? My heart longs to be close to him and so, moving forward, I offer the invitation for this presence to connect with me in this way. However, I leave a non-negotiable intention for the barrier to stay sealed around that of any sexual interaction. The experiences are now inclusive of incidences where-by I may feel the stroke of some fingers along my spine. The occasional kiss. I was even poked in my right ear once! That was weird! I have felt a presence spooning me from behind as I am falling asleep, or cuddling me as I am relaxing on the couch. These things are no longer a bother to me, though. In fact, I find them rather comforting.
By Lauren Davey4 years ago in Filthy
Into the Abyss.
Over the next few months, my vessel feels as though it has become a science experiment for an other-worldly exhibition! My clairalience senses increase as I endure random aromatic equations of wine, marijuana and even pizza, to which my daughter has caught a psychic whiff of, too. I have smelled the likes of flatulence and even the scent of a male scrotum in my face. I have felt a stimulation like sensation upon my nipples whilst immersed in the bath, so much so that when I touched them afterward, one of them felt as though it had been laced with saliva. There was nothing in my bath, nor on or near my nipple, that which could explain this type of wetness. When the sensations began to pervade the area of my yoni, envisioning the source of such to be Zabian, I welcomed them. It began with what felt like someone breathing in my scent, nuzzling my flower in a delicate fashion. When it is intense, the sensation mimics that of a tongue moulding my petals. However, the sensation is only but a flutter of physical contact, amalgamated with a strong vibratory stimulation which can be acquainted to something like that of a buzzing sensation. I want to use the notion of pins and needles, but this does not do the sensation any justice. There have been incidences when it has literally felt as though my vulva is being sucked on with a distinct, pulling sensation. This experience tends to happen following an orgasm. However, it has occurred a few times when I am simply resting, also. One day after I had finished climaxing, I brought my hands above my head in the throes of an intense, mind-blowing experience. Suddenly, the buzzing vibrating sensation enveloped that of my fingers, as though someone was either tasting the remanence of my orgasm from off of them, or breathing in my scent. My g-spot has been stimulated with this sensation, and even my anus! The first time in which my anus was stimulated, I was playing a game of Wordscapes on my phone. The next round of the letters were all an indication of words that represented an anus. For example, the word “date” was prevalent and just as I typed it into the results of my game, a notification popped up on my screen saying, “It tasted, girly!” This was not the only time this game was used to send me a message. When I doubted that this was happening, for obvious reasons, the next round of letters in their totality, formed that of my name. More confirmation that I am not going crazy. The more that I embrace these experiences, the louder they become. The most predominant being when I felt something actually enter my anus. Once again, a notification popped up on my phone indicating that this was an accident and that whatever it was that had entered me, was intended for my yoni, not my anus. “Oops, wrong hole,” was the message in which was delivered this time. In another instance, I felt my ovaries being pinched, just as the lyrics to the song on the radio were mentioning the word "all," in the sentence, “I want all of you!” I intuit that this message was in regards to procreation? Although, with my already giving birth to three adorable children and the prospect of my not getting any younger, the idea of another baby is overwhelming, to say the least.
By Lauren Davey4 years ago in Filthy
Tied to the Bed Part 2
To see where they started, check out part one here: The force of her orgasm filled his hand and he continued teasing her as she rode the waves of pleasure. Her wrists pulled against the ties as she wanted to feel him and return the pleasure. Somehow knowing she was at his mercy made her want it more
By Penumbra Mea Culpa4 years ago in Filthy
Into the Abyss.
The fragmented aspects of our soul’s, scattered across the galaxy. Time, space and distance, irrelevant to the dimensions, planes and realms of existence. We reside everywhere, in constant harmony to one another as we each fulfill our purpose on the journey to remembering who we are. As each new level of alignment presents, we begin the process of integration. Calling forth all aspects of ourselves, back to the place where we are whole.
By Lauren Davey4 years ago in Filthy
Tales of Bette: Reunited 2020 Part 4
Continued from Part 3 November 26, 2020 It had been over a month since Bette and Mark reunited in person and saw each other in person for the first time in 16 years. After saying 'I love you,' and meeting his ex-wife Shannon and children over a video call on the same day, they both knew things were serious. He introduced Bette as someone 'very special.' Even Shannon recognized Bette by history and reputation of Mark's past. Shannon was happy for them.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Filthy
He Finally Took Advantage of His ‘Free Use’ of Me
This erotic story is intended for adults 18+. After establishing our ‘free use’ agreement, I fully expected that as soon as I moved in, my landlord would be all over it, using his key in my apartment door at 2pm sharp.
By Elle A. Wild4 years ago in Filthy
