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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
The Little Black Notebook
Sniveling and blindly stumbling into the shop, Rebecca was certainly a sight for sore eyes. Must have been another break-up. She only ever frequented this particular bookstore on this particular street in search of a new book filled with wind-swept romance and lust and things that should only be discussed behind closed doors in a pursuit of happiness she found unattainable in real life.
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Filthy
JUST FOR ME-Fanfiction-CH*24 (Building Friendships)
Jungkook pov: I set up Yoongi’s playlist to my speakers and music starts to play. We all take our plates and beers and sit comfortably in the living room. I watch as the three settle onto one couch. Tae and I settle onto the other. We are all quiet as we eat our food. I am deep in thought as I eat wondering if anyone else feels like they are dreaming and will wake up and realize none of this is real. I look over at Tae and think to myself I would stay asleep forever. He must feel me watching him because he looks over and smiles at me. I love it when he smiles. I don’t ever want to see him sad. I finish my food and set my plate down opening my beer and his. Seeing he has also finished I take his empty plate and set it on the table and hand him his beer. He snuggles closer to me wrapping his arm around me and grabbing my waist. I feel my cheeks heat up as I smile at him. He then places a kiss on my cheeks, and I feel them heat up more. I glance over at the others in the room and see them cuddled up with their beers as well. It's nice. I am content with this group of people. I never thought I would be able to make friends. I only had a few back home but we weren’t really close. I wonder if I feel so comfortable with them because they are shifters like me.
By Stormeseye5 years ago in Filthy
Fairytale Jacuzzi Experience
So I had this friend. Well, friend is a loose term. Long backstory, we had hooked up once back freshman year college. Many years ago. Recently we got in touch and I came over to her apartment, which had a Jacuzzi. We go in, tried to make something happen again but it was just too awkward. But on the way, I ended up getting the roommate's number.
By Rustice Jodgers 5 years ago in Filthy
Mission Accomplished
Llyod was heading home after a very strenuous day, when two of his co worker stopped by his office and invited him to go have a few drinks at a new bar that had just opened up! He agreed, told them that he was going home to change and would meet them out there in about an hour! He finishes all of his paperwork , heading home, he calls his girlfriend letting her know that he was heading out with the boys, but what he heard next, would make him smile a bit, but would also puzzle him wondering what was going to happen next! She says, "Oh you want to go out tonight huh? That is going to cost you!" He laughs and says, "What are you talking about Denise?" She says, "Aint shit funny, when you get home, go take a shower, when you are done get dressed, go sit on the couch, leave the door unlocked, and have him out and ready! Do you understand?! He better out and ready when I walk through the door or there will be consequences!"
By More Than Words5 years ago in Filthy
Magic Words
I looked down at my phone. The number lighting up the screen didn’t have a name assigned, but it wasn’t foreign to me. It was where I’d just come from, in fact. The person on the other end probably knew me better than anyone I’d ever met. And no one called me more often than the number lighting up the screen. But still I continued to stare, not answering. It wasn’t lost on me that I refused to save a number that called more frequently than any other, but that’s just how it is. I have to regain some control over this situation. This is how I’ve chosen to do it. My voicemail kicked in and the ringing stopped. I looked up and out the window. The city raced by, all dark spaces with pockets of light from storefronts and street lights. I sighed. I leaned my head back, hoping to close my eyes and doze for the rest of the ride. But the ringing started again. The phone in my hand lit up, vibrating and squealing. I felt like it was yelling at me. Yelling that I wasn’t in control, that I never would be. I pressed the button and held the phone to my ear, pissed.
By Shameka S Erby5 years ago in Filthy
The school part 4
The school soon decided classes should resume but delay the showcases for a few months, instead our new teacher is wanting us to rehearse a show in memory for Miss Hail. I have been trying to get to grips with the whole routine but even though I am here living my dream, I cannot shake the fear over what happened with Mr Black. On top of that I still have not figured what happened on my first night when I blacked out. Not many students talk to me much but they do talk about me and do not attempt to hide it. I should be more concerned but right now I feel like I'm caught in a whirl wind. Throwing myself into practise as much as I could is the only thing that allows me to stop the anxiety. The bell broke my spell of clarity signalling the end of the day, I purposely hung back to ask the sub if I could practise a little longer. He shrugged and said "knock yourself out, the doors lock in an hour" and wandered off.
By Sophie larissa5 years ago in Filthy
Fatal Attraction
I watched him from across the room. Everything about him was just perfect. Perfect smile, perfect physique. Just too good to be true. I observed as he worked the crowd, smirking as he maneuvered through the group of women that had surrounded him. It had to be a pain to be that attractive. He finally broke free from the ravenous tendrils of available women. I watched as he slid into a seat at the bar, deciding that now was the time. Even though I hated to be a part of the drooling entourage of “desperate” single women, I couldn’t resist. I just had to get close to him.
By D.N.Burton5 years ago in Filthy
UNDERCOVER GIRL IN OVER HER HEAD.
Jennifer walked into the club, surprised to see several of the guys from D.O.A. were there, all of them congregated around the managers' table. She walked right by the table, intentionally trying to hear anything that they might be discussing. It wasn't her night to work but Steve called and told her they were short-handed and it might be a good night to make some real money. Knowing the mentality of dancers, turning down the opportunity might damage her cover identity. So, she gathered her bag of outfits and make-up, tried to call Lucia to let her know she would be in play, and went into work.
By Jason Morton5 years ago in Filthy
Ghetto Love
I started dating this guy who came from the ghetto part of Kingston, Jamaica. Despite his area where he was from he knew how to treat a woman. He always was well dressed to impress and smell so divine. His aroma was toxic and inviting. I knew his schedule something he never realized I was studying. He always told me “baby nuh studi me wereabout mi nah easy fi program!” I just laughed and kissed him and ignore the nonsense that came out of his mouth. Because women are always one head a step of their men.
By Nathina Blake5 years ago in Filthy
Garden Of Lita
I was admiring my neighbors beautiful roses - she had the most gorgeous garden I’d ever seen. I would stare sometimes for hours out of my bedroom window into her little backyard oasis. I would daydream about going over to her home for tea in the garden, laughing, making conversation, basking in the flowers.
By Astrid Hannah Westwood5 years ago in Filthy
