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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Erotic Ghost Story
Erotic Ghost Story of the 3 Sisters House As the slow line of cars pulled up one by one and parked, Karla stood in front recalling the erotic ghost story that had been told to her by the executor of the estate. She had inherited the famous, 3 sisters house after the passing of a distant relative she didn’t even know she had. Naturally, she decided to throw a party that would last all weekend. Why not? The house was huge!
By Timothy A Rowland4 years ago in Filthy
Annie
“What was the name of your hometown?” I gasped trying to divert and delay. Annie was looking at me with her startling blue eyes which peered out from under her ratted blacker than black hair. Cut short with a single curl for a side burn on either side of her rouged cheeks, she seemed to me to be the last of the mods from the U.K. music invasion of the sixties. No doubt, in her day she screamed for John, Paul, George, and Ringo . Now it was the late nineteen seventies and she smiled at me and said what sounded like, "I'm from Kaddiff." in that accent that always made my nineteen year old cock stiffer than it usually was. She was the poshest woman I had ever met. Or at least that is how I felt as she was giving me a hand job in the warehouse office where we both worked. She was one of my many supervisors, so what’s a fella to do. The way her tits with the ski slope swoop from the bra-less seventies came to a point of reserved English ecstasy and bounced as she went about her handy work were a sight to behold. Actions that pulled apart buttons on flimsy fabric giving me a down shirt display. The visual had me smitten and bitten. Her lacy finger-less glove magic was bringing me off fast. Just like this little kitten liked it when working my dick with her mittens. Not to mention, I would last a little longer when she mounted me after business hours. These were the best work breaks ever.
By Pete Symes4 years ago in Filthy
Status Update
STATUS UPDATE: Mornin’! ☕ I know, I know; “Girl! It is 11am, it’s barely still morning, where have you been?” Well, I was sleeping in, like super late. It was so nice to sleep in and NOT be late for work or actually late to anything, I’m so use to being late that having no-where to go is so refreshing. Now, I’m sitting here with a nice hot mug of coffee, about to get my day started.
By Tuesday Daily4 years ago in Filthy
Good Morning, Beautiful
As the sun begins peeking through the blinds and I start to wake up, I remember the very exciting and naughty time I had last night with Megan's dad. I remember his rough hands sliding up and down my body, I remember him sliding his hard cock in me, I remember cumming with him. As I continue to remember how fantastic last night was, I begin to slide my hand down my stomach and continue lower. I reach my lower lips and slowly spread them open. I lightly brush two fingers against my opening, teasing myself, feeling that I'm soaked from thinking about Mr. Barker. I moan.
By Tuesday Daily4 years ago in Filthy
Steamy Stories.
Now, I might look innocent on the outside, but like every woman, I also have a raunchy steamy side. I have been writing for the 'Filthy' community here on Vocal quite a bit over the last few months. Doing so has given me more confidence in expressing my sexual side.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Filthy
Slut School: Emily's Secret pt.1
Emily was always a sweet girl, but sometimes she was a little too quiet for her own good. She was the kind of girl who never spoke up in class and was always seen alone. When she went to college she thought she'd be able to do the same thing, keep her head down and stay out of everyone's way, no one would have to know how weird she was.
By Elijah Baby4 years ago in Filthy
What Happens In Vegas...I Write About!
Saturday I am heading to Las Vegas with three girlfriends to celebrate my birthday. Woo hoo! I’m excited! My first Vegas trip was for my 40th birthday. My marriage & secondary romantic relationships were in the shitter. There was no way I wanted to “fake it” through a party…assuming that anyone would even want to throw me one after I’d been so insular with those relationships for so long & now we weren’t even speaking. I was hurt, depressed, alone & coming to terms with the fact that my marriage really was ending. Also, my mom died at 39 so turning 40 was an extra big deal for me. So, I explained all of this to the ex, (who wasn't yet my ex at the time,) told him I wanted to go to Vegas for my birthday, and I wanted him to pay for it. He agreed. I went with two girlfriends and we had a fantastic time!
By Allison Rice4 years ago in Filthy
