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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Sometimes I Feel So Alone
Will this quarantine ever end? One $1200 check barely put a dent in my expenses. I wait tables in a family-owned cafe and it was shut down for three months. No tips--no rent money and no car payment. At least there was food they let us take home from the kitchen so it wouldn't go bad, but you can only eat so many fish stick sandwiches with stale chips on the side. We were told landlords were going to give renters a break until the pandemic passed but I don't think mine got the memo. Mine comes around every week for a blowjob or a fuck in place of the monthly $600 for my shitty studio apartment and even brought a friend once so he could watch and join in.
By Lori Beasley Bradley6 years ago in Filthy
Clinical Sensations
Chapter 6 Lydia The little black dress rode up her thigh and she knew that she would have to call off the piece for her boss. There was no way she was going to pass this up. It had been too long, and the piece could always be made to fit. So maybe it wasn’t a total loss.
By Juniper Jones6 years ago in Filthy
Clinical Sensations
Chapter 5 Jonathan I was sitting down at the table with Lydia when I couldn’t help but notice the dress she was wearing. Black and simple with a slit up the thigh. She had well-muscled legs and I had to appreciate them for a moment while I was helping her to her chair. I thought that the dress fit her perfectly. It cupped her breasts just the right way to make them look pert and ready to be kneaded. And from the shape I could tell they were the perfect size.
By Juniper Jones6 years ago in Filthy
Clinical Sensations
Chapter 4 Lydia It was early afternoon and Lydia was doing up her pants after a quick jog around the block. She was still fuming over the failed opportunity and the way the doctor had treated her. Maybe it was because he was as good looking as he was that she had taken offence as much as she did. Trying to rationalize it wasn’t helping and yes, he wasn’t hard to look at in the least.
By Juniper Jones6 years ago in Filthy
Clinical Sensations
Chapter 3 Jonathan I was still reeling from the interview that got called off. What a beautiful woman was all I had been thinking of when I saw her. Luscious curves that make any man want to linger in places that would be the envy of any cat. How I would have bent her over that table right then and there to relieve the tension! She had been trying to be nice, but I saw no reason to trust her. Giving some time to let the image of her come to his mind he became startled when the next patient was brought in.
By Juniper Jones6 years ago in Filthy
Shades of Black and White.
It would eventually become necessary for me to come up with a plan to blackmail Mrs. Kentise into surrendering. In the selfsame manner as she had done it to me. That was after I was to have gotten myself hooked on Libby. Some of her very own tools of-the-trade would come in very handy in bringing that about too, tools such as the camera and the sound recorder. And voice recording apps, on the phone.
By E. Lloyd K6 years ago in Filthy
Clinical Sensations
Chapter One Dr. Johnathan Beckman “Congratulations!” I recognized the voice immediately and was anything but happy to hear it. I had arrived at my new private office early to finish some paperwork I needed to catch up on and had not expected to have a surprise visitor waiting for me—especially such an unwelcome one
By Juniper Jones6 years ago in Filthy
Kai Stubborn
Kai Stubborn by J. Maxwell, AKA Nix Winter There were two of them, standing by the ocean, a lone bed and breakfast in the distance. One was tall, wearing a black trench coat, jeans, bare feet. His blond hair lifted, dancing tangled as the breeze danced lightly down the beach. Cigarette smoke curled back and around him, lazy and yet also tangled on the breeze that promised the world had not yet really stopped for them. He drew his hand slowly to thin piles, the white filter of his cigarette tucked between two bent and stiff fingers, to pull a slow drag of smoke in. Green eyes, half-closed, watched the weak wave as it broke down to nothing. “You shouldn't have come.”
By Duointherain6 years ago in Filthy
Blood Moon
Delia DuBois was a reluctant witch. She'd been born into the DuBois family of natural witches who lived on the Black Bayou in Louisiana in the hamlet of St. Elizabeth. The DuBois were natural witches, drawing their power from the world around them and Delia's grandmother Irene assured her she was very powerful.
By Lori Beasley Bradley6 years ago in Filthy
