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Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
Mario Kart
It was raining hard. Toad warned them that the track was too slippery and warned them not to continue, but Mario was persistent. Nevertheless, they continued. The race went fine—a little hydroplaning, but nothing serious. Before they knew it, the last lap had started, Luigi only a few meters behind him. It stayed that way for almost the whole lap. Luigi was able to grab a mystery box. The entire race hinged on the item he would receive. It was a green shell he had to make it work. The last turn of the circuit eight track, Mario took the turn a little too wide, setting up the perfect opportunity for the green shell. He launched it without thinking twice. It hit him on the side. With the combination of the low traction on the track and the green shell, Mario soon found his cart flipping. The cart flipped multiple times, barely losing speed and hit the wall headfirst. Luigi crossed first. When he looked behind him, he saw his brother's cart smoking and his brother lying unconscious. For a second, Luigi was happy. He hoped that he had died. He quickly caught this thought and immediately felt guilty for it. He slowly walked over to his brother, careful to avoid the other carts that were now crossing the finish line. Mario was unresponsive after Luigi tried to wake him up. Peach soon came rushing over in a frantic crying.
By First Last7 years ago in Filthy
Club Echo
A typical night at Club Echo, looks like on average of about thirty clients watching the dancers, and about a third of them want a dance in the paradise suite. The music loud, lights flashing, the atmosphere is a perfect breeding ground for chaos. Bring someone at the brink of sexual desire but deprive them, and it will bring out their true self. I love dancing so much because it does exactly that.
By Elijah Taylor7 years ago in Filthy
Janie's Midnight Visitor
She felt his warm breath on the back of her neck as he whispered in her ear. His wet tongue glided over her ear lobe before closing his mouth over it kissing it gently. She could feel his body pressed against hers as his hand caressed the shape of her body starting from her neck, then to her arms, then over her hips before grasping one of her cheeks with his hand.
By Brandi Payne7 years ago in Filthy
Constant Distraction—Part 4
It wasn't like the movies. Where it's literally every single person staring and whispering at you. I did notice a few people staring at me and then whispering to their friends but only because I was looking for them. When went to my first class the day after my rejection I could feel eyes on my back every now and then, but once again I think it was just because I was looking for the feeling. That was just what the first couple days were like, after that it seemed like it was dropped from hot gossip. I tried to just play it cool and go to classes like normal... Juniper joined me for my lunch today.
By Velvet Shodun7 years ago in Filthy
Did You Say the Basement or Debasement?
Waking up with morning wood was always a nice reminder of my virility—even if my wife was more interested in waking up with the woman next door. Maybe Micki would ask me to move out today after she spent the night in someone else’s bedroom. In the meantime, I had some work to do. Masturbating would have to wait.
By Maurice Pirelli7 years ago in Filthy
Desire
The moonlight hit her curves perfectly as she stood before me. Her breasts perfectly rounded and smooth in her lace bralette. She stood above me, I could just make out the soft arch of her nose, and the thin line of her lips. My heart was pounding, I crossed my legs.
By Colorful Chaotic7 years ago in Filthy
I Only Think with My Ovaries
When my wife suggested that we try having a polyamorous relationship, I thought that she wanted to sleep with other men. In which case, I wasn’t sure if I was going to be interested in remaining married at all. Then I walked in on her going down on a woman in our bedroom—a much more interesting scenario. Micki had her face buried between our neighbor’s legs when I opened the bedroom door. Our neighbor, Jan, was a divorced empty-nester with dirty blonde hair, streaked with gray. She was blindfolded and breathing heavily, completely unaware of my presence. I decided to wait before saying anything.
By Maurice Pirelli7 years ago in Filthy
You Don't Even Have to Get Me Drunk
I walked into one of my favorite bars for a beer and a basketball game. There was an empty bar stool right in front of one of the monitors so I sat down. The clientele was mostly men, but the bartender was a woman so that was some good news. Then I noticed that the stool next to me was empty, and the drink in front of it was still half full. Hopefully, whoever belonged to the drink was not some old fuck who wanted to slur out his various philosophies about sports and life when all I wanted was a quiet beer. The bartender stopped in front of me.
By Maurice Pirelli7 years ago in Filthy
Lexi
“She is drop dead gorgeous. I can’t even muster words to describe her, but simply poetry in human form for she reminds me of the elegance that Edger Allen Poe spoke of. The delicate way her eyelashes flutters, softly humming like an angelic harp. I was overeager for her to come over, more or less, “cum” period. I imagined that her orgasms summoned energies from the deepest parts of the jungle. Rattling a battle cry as she approach nirvana, I wanted to take part. I needed to bring her to a euphoria that I, myself have experienced, through numerous lustful encounters. The bringer of orgasms is what I pride myself on. Her yoni would be as soft as the pedal of my lotus as I envision planting the softest kiss on her Pearl. Tickle it against my tongue as our once heavenly room, become more dark, more sinful, that a fire erupted in each part of the room. I knew "Scarlett" was taken ahold as she flirted playfully at this exotic goddess next to me. Giggles that awoken the lustful demon inside me, as a newborn to the world, Lexi was new. Unexpected but new. That delighted Scarlett. It made me cringe. I envisioned a sensual essence about our escapade, not barbaric as Scarlett desired. She wanted her hair wild with captured pictures of positions in which she couldn’t get away from. Escape from. She was Scarletts’ prisoners and while they continue to engaged; she was not reluctant. She played on the dark side, and Scarlett wanted an opponent. I wanted the beauty yet Scarlett wanted the animalistic nature. She wanted to be drenched in her juices, whereas I wanted to shower in her waters form. Sweet as a Southern Tea on the hottest day of August. We were parched, that we could both agree on.”
By Jay Williams7 years ago in Filthy
