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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Sofia: Part 1
"Are you here to kill me, Sofia?" he asked, with his smug grin in tact and a gun aimed at her face. While the idea had crossed her mind, she couldn't afford to start a war on someone else's territory. Not yet at least. She needed to get her people back on their feet as soon as possible if she expected them to fight back against the impending enemies coming to claim their island. She warned them her coming back home wasn't a good idea. It would cause them to be an unnecessary target against their Caribbean neighbors, Haiti, Dominican Republic and the Virgin Islands. Sofia hadn't exactly left the best of impressions between their gang leaders before she got herself locked up for five years.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Engineering Body Heat
It was the first day of my Freshman class in Introduction to Aeronautical Engineering 101 and I was truly anxious for the rigors of what may lay ahead academically that semester. I, along with the other incoming students, filed in to the empty desks in the multi-level room. We waited for the professor to show up to commence with Syllabus discussion and of what would be expected of us as the semester wore on.
By Velia Sanders8 years ago in Filthy
She, Beautifully, Tore My Tenderness
8:02 I finally reached my place. The front seatt was empty. “Where is sh…” I could not finish my thought and her appearance made me smile unconsciously. To me, she seems so beautiful, so ostentatious, so different from ordinary girls. I cannot understand why no one is as disturbed as I am by the clicking of her heels on the floor. Her skin is as pure as a wedding dress. I cannot understand why no one else’s heart is intimidated by her mysterious veils. I cannot miss a single movement, a gesture, laughter, without my blood starting to sing. Yet I cannot dare to blow a word towards her because I am scared. I am scared that once I approach her, I will break the spell. She sits down right in front of me. Her perfume always tickles my senses, rebooting my brain, making me fall in love every single day.
By Denis Flavius8 years ago in Filthy
Love Shadows: Part 9
A warm and soft touch pulled Lena away from her deep slumber. Her vision was out of focus, but her body was on high alert as her visitor began to caress the tender flesh between her thighs. She grew wet instantly, allowing herself to indulge in the dream her subconscious surrounded her with. The lights were still off and the blinds covered a good portion of light, but her internal clock told her it was already morning in the real world. Still, she swam in the darkness of her room and felt her body come alive as Quinn's hands continued their quest.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Thanking My Hero
I’m dreaming, in my dream I’m sitting next to a bon fire, I can hear it crackle and feel the heat, I can even smell the smoke. Suddenly, my subconscious recognizes that this is not a dream. I bolt up in bed, immediately coughing, the room is full of smoke and I realize my house is on fire.
By JLM fantasies8 years ago in Filthy
They Didn't Know Who Was Watching
Adam and Isabella Macy were the most sought-after students on campus. They were the most beautiful, with pale skin and fine white-blond hair. Adam wore his as if it were a halo, and Isabella's seemed to float around her face and shoulders. Truly, they were the Aphrodite and Adonis of our time. They weren't actually related, only through adoption, and the rumor was that they were fucking each other.
By Clessa Winters8 years ago in Filthy
She Knows
"I want to know you, the real you. I'm sorry for acting like this but I don't know how to act in this situation, and I know it seems weird I took you out of the office for this but this is new and if this project doesn't work out, I don't need the disappoint from my employees," he looks down, disappointed in himself even.
By Grace Xtra8 years ago in Filthy
