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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Je T'aime
He couldn’t believe his luck. Brian had been in Paris for three weeks and, after being shot down half a hundred times, he was now following the most beautiful woman he had ever seen up the sidewalk back to her apartment at four in the morning. To think he almost hadn’t gone out tonight. Only the insistent urging of his best friend Stefan had convinced him to go. Of course, by insistent urging, he meant Stefan had promised to buy him all his drinks. So, he had gone, reluctantly perhaps, but he had gone. He had sat at the bar as the bass-heavy music pounded into his ears, drinking expensive drinks his best friend was paying for. Eventually, he had wandered on to the dance floor to sway alone, as he had all the nights before.
By Paige Graffunder6 years ago in Filthy
A First For Everything
Natural, not metal, I remember telling you. You asked what I preferred and I answered like I knew what I was talking about. So confident. Like the time we first met at the party of a mutual friend—the birthday girl—and I told you my name like it was one you must remember.
By JL Peridot6 years ago in Filthy
Cat and Mouse
Chapter Four Stacy… Stacy and Justin had been going out for the past three months. He had been a big help in getting her over what had happened in the forest. He had even been trying to convince her to start talking to Amanda again. He said that it would be therapeutic because she was the only person who truly knew and could understand what Stacy was going through. Stacy knew that he was right which was why she was driving out of the city to meet up with Amanda. It seemed as if Amanda and Austin had really hit it off and had moved in together. Stacy was really happy that Amanda had been able to move on from what had happened. As she turned up the drive, Stacy was amazed by how big the house was. Stacy had expected a small house among the trees. Although the house looked like a log cabin it was three times the size of any log cabin she had ever seen. She pulled up next to the garage and got out. The front door opened, and Amanda walked out onto the wraparound porch.
By Renee Thomas6 years ago in Filthy
What you need
It’s been weeks since we’ve last touched. There’s been a barrier between us. It’s felt awkward and artificial and hard to manage, but he’s hurt and I’m the childish asshole who hurt him. It’s going to take time for him to trust me again, to trust us. But tonight isn’t about trust, it’s about longing. We long to feel loved, to feel the validation in one another’s touch. It’s been too long for us.
By Non-CompliantQT6 years ago in Filthy
