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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.

Andromeda
Introduction She loved her job, but she hated her life. She used her work as a zoo night guard as a way to escape from it all; to become someone else. Working long hours on the night shift was an excuse to stay away from her abusive boyfriend, Paul, who would get drunk on cheap vodka and beer, and force himself, half limp, inside of her on those Saturday nights she had off. She hated him for it, she hated his stench; atrocious body odor, and car grease, she hated that she had once thought she had loved him, and she hated herself for rolling over and taking it like a bitch, but she was terrified of what he would do to her if she ran away.
By Owen Fox7 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins... (Ch. 6)
Back home I shower and pack a small bowl of weed. I can already feel my anxiety getting to me, and after today's crap I feel it is also well deserved. I want to feel amazing and relaxed, not shaking and tense. I lay out my clothes and decide to go with a flowy burgundy crop top that shows just enough of my belly to tease him, my black ripped jeans and my biker heels. Feeling the sexy biker vibes tonight. I am fearless, strong and sexy... at least on the outside. On the inside I am a hot nervous mess, and I laugh at myself.
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins... (Ch. 5)
The next few days at work seem to drag on. The days seem to become repetitive and I hate it; wake up go to work, home, and bed. Saving the weekends for the enjoyment and adventures. I always told myself that I am not going to be spell checking these writers my whole life. I will be able to make my own schedule and not have to be in the physical office every day. I will take the most beautiful pictures and have them displayed in the magazine for the world to see. What can I say, I know what I want.
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins... (Ch. 4)
After the little meeting, I finish up the day and head home. I get to my apartment, kick off my heels, and I put on my comfy shorts and a tank top. I slide my fuzzy black slippers on and head to the kitchen, a big glass of wine was calling my name. I move to my couch, turn on the TV, and flip the channels until I find a repeat of a show I have seen too many times. I start to slide down on the couch and I get real comfortable. Reaching for my phone, I set my alarm for work the next morning, but also with a small hope I would get a text from Khyle. I'm also not surprised if I don't get one. I finish my wine and can feel its sweet, crispy flavors sitting on my tongue, sliding down my throat relaxing me.
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins... (Ch. 3)
Monday morning is here and for once, I'm excited to go into work. I get up to our floor and walk over to my desk, there is no one here at this time and I like it. I am a little early, so I turn on my computer to let everything load and I figure I would get some coffee to kill some time. I see the light on in Khyle's office, so I walk over to his door to say good morning but he is not there. Bumer. I am dying for my caffeine, so I head to the office kitchen to make a cup... or a bowl. As I wait for the coffee to brew ,Khyle walks in and goes to the far side of the room for some breakfast. My inner Goddess smacks me upside the head and I instantly correct my posture and stick my butt out just a little. He looks over to me and politely says good morning and heads back to his office. I would be lying if I said I was not disappointed when he didn't make a remark about the art event or even come closer to me, but then I remember we couldn't.
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins... (Ch. 2)
I have no idea where he is walking to, but he places his hand on my lower back once again and leads me out onto the outdoor patio and onto the grass. There are soft white lights lining the patio as we walk to the edge of the cobblestone area up to the grass.
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins....Chat 1
I know I should not admit it, but I have a crush on one the executives of Free Flow Magazine, one of the most popular magazines in the country. I mean what girl wouldn't have a crush on one of the hottest bachelor executives in the state. I know he thinks nothing of me and only notices me when we are in meetings, if that. I am one of five jr. editors in the company, and its my job to read and correct the articles that come my way. Each day he passes by my desk to get to his fancy office and I have to see him walk by, well suited and so very handsome. He is tall and well built with dirty blonde hair that is always so neatly groomed. I can't help but wonder what is underneath that suit, like any sane woman would wonder. I know I am not the only woman in the company who thinks Khyle is just sexy. When you're a single bachelor you are bound to attract some kind off attention. My mind races and I am lost in my oh so inappropriate thoughts. How is this man single?
By Maya Juarez-Peña7 years ago in Filthy
The Tycoon’s Harem
I was the fruit of a peculiar upbringing. One of those fortunate ones born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Cliche? I know. But it was no less the truth.
By Tamiko Red7 years ago in Filthy
The Details of My Microscope Room Adventure
I was having quite some trouble saving my images at the microscope. I had tried several times, but my files kept being saved in such a way that they were "unopenable" anywhere else. I had followed the steps I had been told and set it all up so that they would be automatically saved after the microscope finished taking all of them, but somewhere something was obviously going wrong, and I didn't know what. So, finally, I decided to ask for help. Since he was a senior PhD that had used that particular microscope for the whole three years he had been working on his project, he was the obvious person to ask. If I have to be honest, if it had been anyone else I probably would have asked the first time I didn't manage to save the files properly, but it was him. I was so into him that it made me nervous to even approach him, let alone talk to him. I'd had my eye on him since the start, but he didn't seem interested in anyone in that way, so I just left him alone.
By Clementine Lips7 years ago in Filthy
Outdoor Sex Is Best
Ryan was your avid jogger and marathon runner, and he enjoyed hiking trails in his spare time. He was a single guy that worked hard every day at his job and found relaxation in his jogging. He had a genuinely muscular body and worked hard at keeping it toned.
By Brandi Payne7 years ago in Filthy
Women's Dirty Deeds
-￦- Be Advised: Rated R Content As you gradually grow to know and see the insight of my "off the wall" imagination through my short stories, you will take dips in and out of realistic situations and the crazy imagination, within my fictional stories. By reading my stories, I hope it will help you express yourself and bring forward thoughts that are deeply rooted in the back of your mind to the surface. Expand your imagination with me.
By Nas Thee Artist7 years ago in Filthy
Something Hot and Spicy
It was 4 PM when Tyler came back from doing a photoshoot to the apartment that he shared with Troye. "How was it, Tilly?" Troye asked, eagerly.
By Monique Star7 years ago in Filthy