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

Steady pace ...
The tender sweetness between us gradually develops when our lips slowly touch beginning to lock, delicately and intimately. Each moist interaction reveals my truest intentions, the energetic orb fills us and now surrounds our bodies starting to glow as does my insatiable appetite to expose every inch of your sensual skin erupts from within my soul. My motivated right hand deliberately reaches behind your neck pulling your lovely soft face closer into mine, my body shimmies along aching to draw nearer to you. With each shift it soon eclipses yours, gingerly guiding you to the wall.
By CR. Phoenix 5 years ago in Filthy
Monkey Night
Todd dashed after Kiki. "Where are you going?" His hallow breaths turned to panting when Kiki hovered into the bushes. "Kiki! Wait for me."
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Filthy
Cuffed and Pounded Pt.3
Artie Hines, my dom was asleep and normally I'd wake him with breakfast and a BJ but he looked so cute and all I want some days is to stare at him and wake up to the sparkling gray eyes and sweet smile. We're in love and getting married soon but also enjoying our time together in every way possible. He smiled and looked to me gently.
By Kira Lydia G.5 years ago in Filthy
To Dance Together
She was a dancer. He loved dancing. He loved watching it. He loved doing it. He saw her, for the first time, at a restaurant. He had gone there to eat a meal and there she was, performing. At the sight of her, he was unable to eat his meal. All he could do was watch her.
By Hedone5 years ago in Filthy
What is Alien Sex Like?
My heart grew faster then and the ball of red-hot fire spread into my entire form once more. This time, there was no hesitation, no cloaking. I allowed him to truly see me. His body glowed red in response and instantly I could feel his hunger. He yearned to connect as I did and he lifted up his hand once more.
By Christina Martine5 years ago in Filthy
Xvoaea Csotalas: The Periwinkle Princess
He only survived falling from the Surface-Scanner dispatch because of the summertime planet's softer density - it had nearly killed him, even so.
By James B. William R. Lawrence5 years ago in Filthy
Scandalous Games
“Who the hell is this!” The last thing Donathan expected to see when he came through the front door was his woman sitting on the couch with another man. He stood menacingly in the door way with fire in his eyes. I could tell he was trying to be intimidating, but was thrown off by the visual clues in front of him.
By Author Walter Mathis5 years ago in Filthy
Meet Me Backstage; Part 2
You wake up the next morning to the smell of bacon being made and the warmth of a strong body snuggling up against you. You sigh and stretch with a happy smile on your face as you remember what happened the night before and how great it was. You hear a small knock and the click of the door opening so you turn and peak over Taylor's shoulder to see who it was when you spot the floppy black mop of Jared smiling at you, "Sorry, Sebastian sent me to let you know that breakfast is almost ready if you'd like to eat."
By Brittany Jones5 years ago in Filthy
Them
I always wondered when I would be rich or if it would ever happen. A series of things had to take place in order for that to happen. The first thing my heart had to be broken into irreparable pieces. The second thing I became as mean and as cold as everyone else around me and lastly someone wanted to permanently fix my problems.
By Ce King5 years ago in Filthy
Love Between Time
It is 2008, a cold wintery morning in Milan, the fog is down and the cold is crippling in whenever someone opens the door to enter the café. I have my warm coffee and a pastry in front of me on the small white table. The buzz of the morning fills the space full of people shouting their orders in their normal hurry to go to work. I look around the small crowded space, the smell of baking pastries in the air, so familiar to me and brings my attention to my breakfast once again. While I give a bite of my croissant and a sip of coffee, I close my eyes and the thought of that night comes back to me. I start to remember those sweet moments the last time I saw Noah; I squeeze the black notebook into my hands and try to feel his memories a little closer. The sweetness of his mouth, the warmth of his body, his embrace over me, then suddenly the thought comes to my mind “has it been three years since we last saw each other without knowing that it would be the last time?”. The memories are still so present.
By clara khalsa5 years ago in Filthy
Just Another Tuesday
I rol l over and groan into my pillow as the doorbell rings. Today is my day off and the last thing I want to do is leave the comfort of my bed. Choosing to ignore it, I grab the blankets and pull them over my head, concealing myself in the stale warmth of my own body heat.
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Filthy
Soft and Smells Good
Even though her thighs quivered once they were done, Sonia knew the kegels worked because her grip was tighter and Lawrence’s grimace had a haze of amazement over it.
By Tsahai Makeda5 years ago in Filthy