fiction
Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
The Goat-God Boinks Amber Hard from Behind
Book 3. Part 3. (excerpt) Behind Sierra, Roscoe reaches down holding her small breasts in his hands, teasing her erect nipples. Reaching behind her fanny, Sierra holds Roscoe's erect cock in one hand, squeezing it in a pulsing rhythm. Roscoe is breathing hard, panting, ready to come. Being completely familiar with Roscoe's cock, Sierra relaxes her grip, touching the shaft lightly. Sierra knows how to keep Roscoe on the cusp of orgasm, as she feels the cockhead swell fully, and retract slightly, then swell full again. She keeps this going for several minutes, until Roscoe says: “It is time. Take my cream in your mouth. Let me come inside you.”
By Roscoe Forthright5 years ago in Filthy
The Mix-Up
Whistling softly to himself, Jacob locked the door and crossed the street to wait for his lift. If only he’d get that damn promotion, they’d be able to afford a second car—Karen’s new schedule was great… for her. Not so much for him. He jingled his keys in his pocket and rocked back on his heels, mentally going over the changes he’d made to the Simpkins portfolio as he scanned the far-off intersection.
By Bey Deckard5 years ago in Filthy
12 Brides Part Two
~2~ After the main event, I wasn’t entirely sure what we were supposed to do. We settled for taking a bath to clean the sweat from our skin and chatting over cups of wine. We devolved into talking about our childhoods. Duncan told me about the place he was from called Annan and found himself in Corinth as a sell sword.
By R. E. Dacted5 years ago in Filthy
Detention of Desires
She came to me in a dream—unexpected and ready for me to take her as my own. This wasn’t her first time, and either was it mine. She wasn’t an escort at least I didn’t see her that way. She aimed to please men like me, and men paid her large amounts to keep them happy, so their wives wouldn’t have to. She courted me outside one of my successful nightclubs: Pink Kitty. She wore a strapless tight red dress that showed off her beautiful long legs. Wore red nail polish and lipstick. Her hair was dark brown, and half of her hair was pushed up—with bobby pins holding in place. She smelled of Chanel perfume while smoking a cig. As pretty as she was, she didn’t have to ruin her lungs. Her eyes were an amber color and told her pain—her struggle. I stood underneath a streetlight by a fire hydrant as I finished a call with Andrew, my club promoter.
By Mazikeen Quinn5 years ago in Filthy
Jake: Flame Warrior MC
Chapter 7 Amy I arrived at Star's place really early just hoping that I could catch Dom here and maybe start up a lame conversation with him. But I didn't see him anywhere. Star came down stairs while I waited for her in the living room. I guess it's not so weird I have a key to her house, she is my best friend.
By TiJah Writes5 years ago in Filthy
Christos and the Mist
Chris put his hands behind his head, sighing happily, and closed his eyes. It was his last full day in Crete and he was making the best of the glorious, warm weather. His grandmother’s big uncovered veranda was just perfect for soaking in the sun before he had to return to his real life back in Toronto.
By Bey Deckard5 years ago in Filthy
The Jacket
It wasn’t that Dave Greaves wasn’t attracted to his fiancée Lexi. In fact quite the opposite; his physical attraction to her was one of the main reasons she was his fiancée. It was just that their schedules never lined up any more. Lexi had been taking all the extra dusk ‘til dawn shifts at the nursing home; Dave worked days. When they did get time together they were so exhausted that sex was almost always out of the question. They only had to endure the somewhat forced celibacy for another 3 months then they would be married and they would no longer have to slog their guts out at work to afford the “dream wedding”. Then there will be a honeymoon and all the sex they can both handle.
By Joshua Johns5 years ago in Filthy
Roscoe Forthright. GRIMOIRE
[ The lecture of Lord Shiva ] Roscoe measure the girls, and measures Capt Evil, so a seamstress will create four witch-cloaks in deep purple, green, black and dark brown. Red cords of red cotton rope will serve as belts for these cloaks. Each girl will also wear a red-leather bondage collar, a studded dog-collar with dangling silver chains and silver nipple clips. (Roscoe is not certain if he will use the nipple clips in the ritual, but they add visual charm, especially for the BDSM crowd.)
By Roscoe Forthright5 years ago in Filthy
When Desire Seduces Fear
When Desire Seduces Fear Chapter 1 Mount Olympus 2001 A.D Dedra, daughter of Discord, niece of Ares, the god of war, stared down in the scrying bowls as she watched the battle before her play out. She could feel the waves of carnage rolling off the people down below. It gave her untold glee to see the chaos and fear. After all, that is what she happened to be—the goddess of fear.
By Nalana Phillips5 years ago in Filthy
There were butterflies in her ear
I couldn't stop staring at her ear because her earrings were some sort of swarm of butterflies climbing upwards. I loved those types of earrings but I would never wear them. My simple studs were all papa would allow. But she had tiny golden butterflies flitting about her ear. As though they might be whispering to her secret things. All the butterflies were gold, golden butterflies for a perfect golden girl. But there was one in the middle of all the butterflies that was just an outline, there was a vacancy, and I wanted to a fill it. I could be the closest butterfly to her, I wanted to whisper into her ear that I wanted to kiss her neck and run my fingers through her hair.
By Jane Addison5 years ago in Filthy
