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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Strike Me Gently
"Holding a grudge is like swallowing poison and hoping the other person dies." Such a statement of truth and as cliche as they come. It's commonality echos through all social structures of today. Experiencing the short hand of poisoning myself with such pointlessness, revenge was the only way to counter act the inclination of holding onto your hatred for someone. But revenge? Such a fickle concept. An idea that can either taint you from deep within your core or slowly seep through to the surface of your being, regardless of whether you are wearing a facade of deception, it will destroy the 'picture-perfect' image you so desperately try to portray of yourself. Against the initial satisfaction it lends, it rapidly morphs into something quite soul destroying. Revenge consumes you like a destructive disease of the mind, next to impossible to resist it's tantalising pulls.
By Sarah Schneider8 years ago in Filthy
For You I Will - Chapter Four
Family Time You left the door ajar when you backed out, allowing me to hear the conversation from inside the bathroom. "I've made sautéed salmon with chimichurri and fresh garlic roasted potatoes. Also, crab risotto, and a caprese salad." Your voice was high pitched.
By Waverleigh Rose Garlington8 years ago in Filthy
For You I Will - Chapter Three
Author's note: For those of you who are here for the smut, it's temporarily been put on hold. I promise it will return in the next chapter. Also, from here on out, there will be graphic topics that aren't suited for some audiences. I in no way condone sexual or physical abuse nor do I condone child abuse.
By Waverleigh Rose Garlington8 years ago in Filthy
Love, Lust, and Lies Chapter 3
'I can't believe he's not here,' Cassie thought to herself. It was Sunday morning at the gym and there was no sign of the mystery man. Cassie felt really low and struggled to get motivated in her workout. She tried to mentally shake herself, telling herself it was stupid to let this effect her so much, he might be ill or busy, its not a big deal. She stayed a lot later than usual just in case he was running late, but no luck, she'd just have to wait until next weekend and hope he was there.
By Natalie Fraser8 years ago in Filthy
Ashley Graham: The Amazon's Last Stand, Part Two
(Head here. The whole story, uncensored.) There was a part of him that was sad as well; the Amazon had been a very receptive, very vocal, very enjoyable lover. She’d lowered herself to her knees when he pulled away his loincloth, his monstrous manhood oozing essence de Ogre. Knowing the end of her time on Earth was drawing to a close, she’d wasted no time in wrapping her mouth around the mushroom head, softly suckling the mouthful of sensitive flesh filling her jaws. Her hungry moans mixed beautifully with the ogre’s satisfied grunts, big brown doe eyes looking up at the creature who had defeated her in battle taking his well-earned reward. As much as he’d wanted to ram his entire, two-foot length down the girl’s throat, he was more than happy to simply have the Amazon suck him off, her strong hands massaging his balls, coaxing more and more cream out of them and up into the shaft of his dick. Guth-ar yanked Ashleigh’s head away from his crotch when he came, in fear of drowning the woman with his seed if his glans had remained in her mouth.
By Mister Zulu8 years ago in Filthy
The Seductive Therapist Part 2
Solemnly, I walk down the aisle as though I had carried a casket down to the altar for a loved one, as I stepped through the doors, I was hit by a wave of journalists, and for my own safety ushered to the back with the woman who saved my life, Elsa, my brother, and a police officer.
By andre kappa8 years ago in Filthy
Bear Games
French Bear Game It was September, the “winter,” and Brazil was winding down. I was looking for a new destination and adventure. I had a friend in Paris who invited me to crash on his couch and use his apartment as a stepping stone for Europe. I had never been to Europe before, it was a mix of excitement and sorrow. I was leaving my beloved Brazil, leaving behind such amazing sexual and life experiences. Brazil was hot, adventurous, sweaty, exotic and a cultural wonderland. Now I am entering a new culture, new language and I have no idea what type of women await. Over the first couple days I begin meeting some ladies on Tinder and the conversations are entertaining and French women are witty and playful. As always you narrow your communication down to a few couple and then decide who you want to meet. One in particular stands out to me, she calls me “big bear” which I like. A reference to my body type and how comfortable she is with me. We start calling each other “big and little bear.” It's cute, sexy, and fun. Sadly we don’t get a chance to meet before I head out to Greece for a week. That doesn’t stop our momentum, we both want to talk more and more, we tease and text and banter. You know that feeling when you wake up and she has already sexted you, and you go to bed talking dirty. I would set alarms in the morning so we could play before her work, we were insatiable. Intense descriptions on how I would go down on her, living with my tongue on her pussy. She would respond with detailed descriptions of her tongue teasing my cock, sucking the head and trying to take the whole shaft. We start to exchange naughty photos to go along with our words. She is about 5’5", with a gorgeous curvy body. Curly brown hair, big large breasts that she did not show off on her profile. A nice ass, more petite than expected from her body curves, but tasty. She also has a gorgeous tone of white, milky skin that you want to lick. You learn a lot from a lady while sexting. When the hormones are flashing you learn what she is like when turned on, what she needs, desires, and will ask for. You can also probe what she might want, or what she won't allow. Its obvious she wants to be spanked, she loves to give head and receive oral. She struggles to orgasm, and will tell me how best to make her cum. She loves to be on top and wants to tease my cock and watch me. She says she wants to make me crazy before we finally have sex.
By The Recapper8 years ago in Filthy
Love, Lust, and Lies Chapter 2
Cassie checked her reflection one last time, giving herself a cheeky smile before heading out of the house. The butterflies in her stomach were doing summersaults with nerves and excitement, she could barely sit still as she drove along. She was on her way to gym of course, where else would she be heading on a Saturday morning. She needed her next fix, she needed to see him. It had been a long week thinking over and over that first conversation, reading too much into it and then telling herself it probably meant nothing before cycling back to thinking it meant something again! But it was finally Saturday and very soon she would be seeing him, "I wonder what his name is," she mused, "and what he does? He doesn't look like a manual worker, he seems too refined, maybe a business man?" The thoughts whirled around in her head until she pulled into the car park and then they were replaced by nervous thoughts of what she would say to him and whether she would make a fool of herself.
By Natalie Fraser8 years ago in Filthy
