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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
The Book Boyfriend . Content Warning.
Chapter 4 Other guys had an aesthetic. To be fair, the men in my family always found their way into good trouble, or so they claimed. My words? They’ve always been my only real currency. I didn’t hit my growth spurt until I was 17. By then, I was thankful to grow taller than my older brother, though he’d already made a name for himself—good or bad—long before I arrived. Walter always had a way of drawing attention, the kind of attention that didn’t stick to you but left a shadow in its place.
By Dan-O Vizziniabout a year ago in Filthy
Poolside Service
He keeps one hand on the back of your head, brushing his fingers through your short, but grippable hair. He wants you to just hold it in your mouth. He wants you to hold steady, keep your position, pretend like you are not even there. It’s soft, but feels oh so good. It fits in your mouth, you press it against your tongue. He wants you to suck gently while he casually catches up with one of a dozen friends from college. It's a fraternity reunion after all and all the guys showed up.
By Guy Valleyabout a year ago in Filthy
Sweet Sweet Fantasy. Content Warning.
Jesus, if his sister-in-law didn’t start wearing clothes, Jake was certain he’d have a permanent hard on. He had complained to his wife once, but the response was, “I want her to be as comfortable here as she would be in her own place. You know she’s had a hard time since her relationship went so badly.”
By Asrai Devinabout a year ago in Filthy
The Balls of the Djinn
Clay was the best antique dealer in Mount Two Timbers. He loved a good garage sale, and his neighborhood was never short of them. He had already hit up two garage sales where he’d picked up a new set of weights, a popcorn cooker, and a diving watch. On his way home he saw an estate sale and decided to stop there as well.
By Guy Valleyabout a year ago in Filthy
The Resort
When Charity’s husband, Steven, had come up from the beach, he was greeted by the sight of his wife riding another man’s cock on her beach chair. He grinned as he approached the chair, watching her giant tits bounce as she went up and down. Some men may not like fake breasts, but Steven loved his wife’s perky and large boobs. He especially loved watching them as she rode cock, whether it was his or another mans.
By Jo. Schmidtabout a year ago in Filthy
