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

Where It Begins....Chat 1
I know I should not admit it, but I have a crush on one the executives of Free Flow Magazine, one of the most popular magazines in the country. I mean what girl wouldn't have a crush on one of the hottest bachelor executives in the state. I know he thinks nothing of me and only notices me when we are in meetings, if that. I am one of five jr. editors in the company, and its my job to read and correct the articles that come my way. Each day he passes by my desk to get to his fancy office and I have to see him walk by, well suited and so very handsome. He is tall and well built with dirty blonde hair that is always so neatly groomed. I can't help but wonder what is underneath that suit, like any sane woman would wonder. I know I am not the only woman in the company who thinks Khyle is just sexy. When you're a single bachelor you are bound to attract some kind off attention. My mind races and I am lost in my oh so inappropriate thoughts. How is this man single?
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
The Tycoon’s Harem
I was the fruit of a peculiar upbringing. One of those fortunate ones born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Cliche? I know. But it was no less the truth.
By Tamiko Red7 years ago in Filthy
The Details of My Microscope Room Adventure
I was having quite some trouble saving my images at the microscope. I had tried several times, but my files kept being saved in such a way that they were "unopenable" anywhere else. I had followed the steps I had been told and set it all up so that they would be automatically saved after the microscope finished taking all of them, but somewhere something was obviously going wrong, and I didn't know what. So, finally, I decided to ask for help. Since he was a senior PhD that had used that particular microscope for the whole three years he had been working on his project, he was the obvious person to ask. If I have to be honest, if it had been anyone else I probably would have asked the first time I didn't manage to save the files properly, but it was him. I was so into him that it made me nervous to even approach him, let alone talk to him. I'd had my eye on him since the start, but he didn't seem interested in anyone in that way, so I just left him alone.
By Clementine Lips7 years ago in Filthy
Outdoor Sex Is Best
Ryan was your avid jogger and marathon runner, and he enjoyed hiking trails in his spare time. He was a single guy that worked hard every day at his job and found relaxation in his jogging. He had a genuinely muscular body and worked hard at keeping it toned.
By Brandi Payne7 years ago in Filthy
Women's Dirty Deeds
-￦- Be Advised: Rated R Content As you gradually grow to know and see the insight of my "off the wall" imagination through my short stories, you will take dips in and out of realistic situations and the crazy imagination, within my fictional stories. By reading my stories, I hope it will help you express yourself and bring forward thoughts that are deeply rooted in the back of your mind to the surface. Expand your imagination with me.
By Nas Thee Artist7 years ago in Filthy
Something Hot and Spicy
It was 4 PM when Tyler came back from doing a photoshoot to the apartment that he shared with Troye. "How was it, Tilly?" Troye asked, eagerly.
By Monique Star7 years ago in Filthy
My Best Friend
I lie here, replaying the events that happened just a few hours ago. The clothes coming off, the heated kisses, the heavy breathing, the skin on skin. We didn’t intend on this tonight, but it was worth it.
By Nicole Ann7 years ago in Filthy
The Paint Fic
"So, what should we do, Tilly?" Troye asked, with his hand on Tyler's leg. They already worked on the collab they did the evening before, and everyone else was already out for Valentine's Day in pairs, except for Korey who was treating himself by watching "Epic Meal Empire" happen up close, so it was just the mint haired queen, and the Australian twink. Tyler had been mentally drowning himself in Troye's deep ocean blue eyes for about four and a half minutes. Just then, he looked over at a box of kids' paint that was under the deer on the wall, and went up to get it, leaving a bittersweet moment for Troye; bitter because he craved the desire of his Tilly, but sweet because he loved staring at his delectable ass. Tyler grabbed the paint and went back to sit next to his sweetheart on the couch.
By Monique Star7 years ago in Filthy
Young Juices 'n Fine Wine!
A early morning wake and bake on the balcony patio while wearing a long Terri cloth robe and my thongs underneath and a smile. That's all I was wearing while I smoked a blunt and replayed the previous night's events. I started laughing out loud like a crazy woman because I really couldn't believe the balls of my latest caper and the I DON'T GIVE A FUCK attitude I had as I was carrying it out. The very real fact is that my oldest daughter is twenty-one years old should have kept me from fucking a young man that is twenty-two years old but it didn't, in fact, it turned into a delicious treat that I just had to savor.
By Kai Storm7 years ago in Filthy
Lolli Jolly Wet Dream
Logan's POV I knew he was capable of having wet dreams, but I had no idea what would happen to all of us in that sort of situation. I went through the files on my bookshelf to see if I can come up with some theories on what would happen in a scenario.
By Monique Star7 years ago in Filthy
Skin on Skin (Pt. II)
At the restaurant, we found a booth for two in a semi-dark corner at the rear of the room. His beautiful dark skin glistened each time the little colourful lights flickered, swaying across his face, and for the most part of that night, all I saw were his sparkly white eyes and shiny teeth. Envision a tall jar of honey being poured on a huge chocolate bar, that's on top of you, and the honey just rolls down, slowly covering every inch of the chocolate bar and then drips all over you, leaving a pleasurable mess—that was exactly how I felt sitting across him that night...
By Aqua Dolo7 years ago in Filthy
Justine (Chapter 3)
Note: We may omit the narrative history of Justine's trials as she retold them, from their beginning, to Madame de Lorsange. There would be little use in retreading the same ground for our present purposes. Also, we will return to telling the story from the third-person perspective, that we have, hitherto, employed, so as not to confuse the reader, and to maintain the singular cohesive nature of our work. —Author
By Tom Baker7 years ago in Filthy