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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Girl on Girl
I'd never been with a woman before her. She was butch with short hair and a foul mouth. Her body was amazing, lush tits and a round ass. She had an attitude and fuck the world smirk. She was my sister's best friend, and she came with her to visit me in Los Angeles. I was living with my boyfriend at the time and perfectly dissatisfied with every aspect of him. I was at first tuned off by Dawn's crass words and blunt speech. "There's a lot of sexual tension between us, we're gonna have to do something about that," she said the first time we were alone together. I didn't feel any tension... I was intrigued by her because she just didn't give a fuck, she said what she wanted and she did what she wanted.
By Meranda Watley8 years ago in Filthy
Just Sex. Top Story - January 2018.
I've always been a sexual person. Since I began having sex, I enjoyed it. Maybe not so much the physical act of it, but the anticipation of it. The feeling of having someone inside of me is really enthralling and intoxicating. I never really know how it happens but it always does. Conversations with the opposite sex, and occasionally the same sex, turn to something erotic. We start to talk about what we find sexy and one thing leads to another.... sometimes the lack of talk is what makes it sexy. When there's no talk and just action. The lead up, the anticipation of sex is a big turn on, but the unexpected is fun too.
By Meranda Watley8 years ago in Filthy
Toxic Delights: Part 1
I can hear him falling apart underneath you. It's my favorite part of the show. And you never disappoint your audience Elle. Never. But you've been keeping things from me. Things that only you and I would understand. Yet here you are, pretending I'm not part of your shadow anymore. I pounded my way through your walls of resistance once. Then relished in the exhilaration it brought to me every night after that. I've gone far too long without your hatred so here's my attempt at bringing us together again. Catch me if you can, Elle Dubois. I'll see you at the finish line.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Werewolves on the Nile Chapter 5
Morning came too soon. The spell which had fallen over Cain the night before shattered when Strife crawled over him to get out of bed. One more day of travel. They should arrive at their destination by nightfall. But it still meant another day on camelback. Another day under the hot sun.
By Kaiden Moss8 years ago in Filthy
The Skull Man: Part 11 (The Ending)
HAZEL The screams were bulldozing every wall she had built to keep them at bay. They wouldn't let her concentrate. The loud pitches of their agonizing screeching shattered her eardrums enough to make them bleed. She was back under his reign of terror. After all this time, how could she have let herself end up back in this cage?
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Werewolves on the Nile Chapter 2
“You want me to ride What? For how long?” Cain looked up at his lover as both wore mirrored shades against the desert sun. He could feel the heat as it beat down upon them, at least the hat he wore kept the worst of it off his head.
By Kaiden Moss8 years ago in Filthy
The Skull Man: Part 9
HAZEL Eleven Years Ago.... "They're beautiful aren't they?" the gravelly voice behind her asked, as she touched the white edges of the lily, and took in their scent. Beautiful was an understatement. She'd grown up with the flowers due to her parents owning a funeral home. They held the services almost every week, and that's when she got to see where she and everyone she cared about would eventually end up. Just a rotting body in a casket no one would visit after their mourning was over and done with. Hazel didn't want to leave that kind of sad impression on the world. But she was afraid, that just like death, there was no getting out of being forgotten.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
The Skull Man: Part 8
DANTE The word; frustrated didn't do his mood justice. Dante felt like the answer was right underneath his nose but he couldn't pin point it. The crime scene photos in his possession all displayed the same M.O. for the Skull Man. He spent more time on the younger females, giving them most of the torture while he went softer on the males. The girls all had the same cuts on their lower abdomen but it wasn't the same jagged shape that resembled Hazel's scar.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
The Best Friend
I take a sip of my beer and look at my best friend sitting across from me. He is a tall, over 6ft, shaved head, stubbled, muscled, gorgeous, big softy. His lopsided smile lights up his navy blue eyes and makes every girl in a 5ft radius melt and want to be the one to make him smile again. He is so adorable, that every one of those girls that he lets make him smile run all over his heart and he comes to me, asking where he goes wrong and why can't he find a nice girl?
By Fiona Morgan8 years ago in Filthy
The First Time
Xander sighed, a soft smile on his face as he placed down the final petal. It was perfect, just like the movies. And he still had some time to spare before Willow would be showing up. If she showed up? She would definitely show up. He was positive.
By Rebecca Sanchez8 years ago in Filthy
