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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Submerged Desire. Content Warning.
The apartment was a testament to opulence, a place where luxury draped every corner, and the air held a subtle hint of vanilla and jasmine. Anna, was the mistress of this domain, a woman in her prime, her attire a blend of professional elegance and subtle seduction—a blouse that hinted at the curves beneath, a skirt that swayed with my every movement, and glossy brown pantyhose that sheathed her legs, culminating in heels that clicked authoritatively on the marble floor.
By Thunderballabout a year ago in Filthy
Under the Moonlit Veil
The gentle wind whispered through the slightly open windows, carrying with it the fresh aroma of the night. In a dimly lit room, bathed in the soft glow of a bedside lamp, Marina sat at the edge of her bed, her eyes fixed on the trembling flame of a candle that cast a warm, golden light around her.
By A.short storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
Love Thoughts
I can definitely tell how wet she is through the panties. I step behind her and take a few shots from behind. “These will break the internet.” I laugh playfully. I type into the camera “you now want me to know how horny you are. You’re too horny to hide it.”
By Forest Greenabout a year ago in Filthy
Meet me Later. Content Warning.
I looked around confused, as I walked down the hall towards room 305. There were students on either side, watching their phones or with their nose in a book. I slid my phone out of my pocket to check the time. 2:20. I guess this is what people do while they wait for the next class to get out. Not that I would know, I've never been early to a class.
By Alex Manegardenabout a year ago in Filthy
Love Thoughts
Olivia knew this was a simple photoshoot for her new merch. But the usual photographer she works with is out sick today. The one filling in is good though. I make her feel very comfortable in front of the camera. Maybe too comfortable, since she keeps taking off pieces of clothing throughout the shoot.
By Forest Greenabout a year ago in Filthy
Actions and Consequences Chapter One: The Action
He fucked me harder, pushing my legs further forward. They were almost touching the headboard behind me. I looked up at him. His dark face, with those dark brown eyes, looked down at me. His muscular, solid arm was holding the headboard from hitting the wall.
By Alexander Martinabout a year ago in Filthy
Chapter 7: The Relationship Deepens
As the days turned into weeks, Morven and Jake's relationship continued to blossom. They spent every spare moment together, exploring the town and getting to know each other's deepest desires and fears. Their conversations were deep and meaningful, and they found themselves lost in each other's eyes for hours on end.
By Omasanjuwa Ogharandukunabout a year ago in Filthy
Something New Chapter One: Lost and Found
“Slow down, Ian!” I held onto the handle on my door as Ian swerved in and out of traffic. “The event lasts all night!” Ian was excited. I could see it in his face as he got ready, and now he was practically speed-racing towards his destination.
By Alexander Martinabout a year ago in Filthy
Chapter 3: The First Kiss
As the sun began to set over Central Park, Morven and Jake found themselves walking hand in hand through the winding paths of the park. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the soft chirping of birds, creating a romantic and idyllic atmosphere. Morven, wearing a yellow sundress with white flowers, felt carefree and alive, her long, curly brown hair blowing gently in the breeze. Jake, dressed in a white shirt and dark jeans, looked handsome and charming, his piercing blue eyes locked on Morven's with a sense of intensity and interest.
By Omasanjuwa Ogharandukunabout a year ago in Filthy
Chapter 4: The City of Dreams
As the sun set over the towering skyscrapers of Manhattan, Morven and Jake set out to explore the city, their hearts filled with excitement and anticipation. The air was alive with the hum of energy, the sounds of car horns, chatter, and music filling the air. They walked hand in hand, their footsteps weaving in and out of the crowds of people that thronged the sidewalks.
By Omasanjuwa Ogharandukunabout a year ago in Filthy
