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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
You Say It's Your Birthday?
You Say it’s Your Birthday? Hey Shawty, it’s yo Birfday! We gonna pawty, like it’s yo Birfday! Shit yes it was. Snuck through yet another year and made it to forty-two. How the hell that had happened, I wasn’t quite sure. But I’m an accepting sort. I’ll take it, no questions asked. Sweet Jesus I was happy, though. And a fucking published author to boot. Memoirs of a Teenage Panty Thief had just come out. Crack me up. Making money off dirty stories. I just wished I could get that dumb song out of my head. Fifty Cent, for Christ’s sake. At my age.
By Julian Finisterre8 years ago in Filthy
The Woman on the Beach
He came here often in the summer, usually late morning, once the sun had risen high enough to clear the line of oak and cottonwood that lined the bluff above, and cast its full strength down on this narrow stretch of sand. Being on the eastern bank of the river, it received sunlight, full and strong, until the bluffs opposite obscured it, and twilight, late and summer-thick, came on. The beach was relatively unknown and so sparsely attended; few but locals knew of its existence and thus there were no hordes of school-free children screaming, splashing, or otherwise disturbing what was a perfectly peaceful place. Those that did come stuck close to the waterline, leaving him the duney scrub to lay back in, to read and contemplate the river, and those few housewives taking the sun of a mid-afternoon.
By Julian Finisterre8 years ago in Filthy
Diving: The Deepest Orgasm (Part One)
"Long Term Romance Desired" "Beautiful day on the Oregon coast today. The only thing more beautiful would have been to have met you in the morning, made passionate love to you, brought you coffee and breakfast in bed and slipped away to face the battles of life. Sometimes, two souls need a pick me up, to help them shine in a relatively dark world."
By LP Steinbeck8 years ago in Filthy
Lover's Crest: Part One
When Joe had told me about Lover's Crest, the property he and his late wife had dreamed of restoring and offering as a paradise for couples, I wasn't prepared for the beauty of the Oregon coastline from it's viewpoint. The turn-off from the main road led to a dwindling unpaved road that was scarcely more than a path, and it gave the impression of a secret place, though in definite need of improvement.
By LP Steinbeck8 years ago in Filthy
A Smile and a Memory
The rich aroma of dark Columbian wafted down the hallway from the kitchen. I could hear the sound of him moving about in the other room, but I had no desire to move. If I moved, then the spell would be broken, and I would have to return to the real world. Couldn’t I have just a few more moments to bask in the utter satiation of the night before?
By Vanessa Cherron Riser8 years ago in Filthy
