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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Hypnotized by My Sexy Delivery Girl
I think I'm a pretty dominant kind of woman. I'm the executive of a huge company—think billions of dollars per year—and I have lots of people who count on me to tell them what to do. That's why I wanted to talk to you about your deliveries here. Every time you bring a package to my office, I somehow lose face with my staff. I can tell. An experienced manager always knows. So what are you doing? Spreading rumors? Opening my letters? Spill.
By Rhea Corvos6 years ago in Filthy
Week 1 (Days 1-7)
DAY 1 It was late, and I did not need the clock to tell me that. My earphones played the song I was hooked on in a loop. It had been a few hours and I was getting the itch to switch to something different as it felt more like one long never ending song, as opposed to a song on a loop. It took me hours, but I finally figured out that it was a hardware problem and not a software problem. In hindsight all those early hours troubleshooting programs was worth it just to be sure, though that did not help make me feel better. At this point I made a list of all the components that I needed to change, took a shower, and went to bed.
By Come Again6 years ago in Filthy
Day 6
It had been less than a week, and somehow, I could feel myself changing somewhat already. I have not been feeling as lonely as I had been feeling in the past, and as I was laying on the bed holding onto Violet, there was a sense of contentment within me that I had not felt in years. I was growing attached to her in a way I thought that I could only do so with another human. I looked at her, stroking her hair as I kissed her forehead, following which I held her tighter in my embrace. As I remained here, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep once more, despite it having already being ten in the morning.
By Come Again6 years ago in Filthy
Curse of the Moon
BEAU I needed help. I mean that more than in a business sense. I needed help with what happens to me, the thing that no one knows about. So I made my butler Grey make an appointment to interview a new personal assistant. “We have 42 interviews today, sir.” I swear it went on all day. All of them looked the same sounded the same.
By Destiny Smalls6 years ago in Filthy
Tommy’s Tiny Problem
One day as Tommy was on his way to work, he noticed a beautiful young woman sitting in the car next to him. He thought that she was beautiful and even a little sexy. His mind began to wander sexual thoughts until the streetlight turned green and she pulled away never to be seen again by Tommy. It hurt his feelings somewhat because he was a twenty-nine-year-old man who has never once kissed a girl or even had sex. Yes, Tommy was a virgin, but not by choice.
By Brandi Payne6 years ago in Filthy
The Impressive Professor
Angie was a college professor that had a way of teaching her college students and keeping their attention in class. She always came to class wearing provocative clothing that was either too short or too low-cut in the front. Most of her students were young men looking to get an A in her class but always had a hard time paying attention, so she began this ritual of learning which worked out great.
By Brandi Payne6 years ago in Filthy
Talia’s New Delivery
One day while Talia was working, she received a dozen long-stemmed red roses while at work. It concerned her, but she was still happy to receive them. She looked at the card that came with them, but it had no name attached, so Talia had a secret admirer. She began looking at every man around here and wondering who it could be who sent them.
By Brandi Payne6 years ago in Filthy
Sultry Moments (Luke) (Part 1)
He woke up with a headache and a bad taste in his mouth; he tasted a metallic metal on his tongue. He was still dazed and everything seemed foggy, his eyes could not focus; it must have been from all the liquor he was drinking last night. It was dark and drafty, and he felt his stomach pressed against some type of cushion. His shirt was off because he could feel the cushion press against his flesh. He tried to move his arms; he felt a cold shackle around his wrist and feet. He panicked. How on earth was he shackled and pressed to something? Why was it dark? He called out and no one answered. He must have been in this place since last night.
By DALIL1NE MINION6 years ago in Filthy
