fiction
Erotic, romantic, and sexy fiction for the Filthy community.
The Cock Wall
“I should take my shoes off,” Lucky said shyly. Scout smiled and took off his shirt to reveal a perfectly built chest, hair teased around the nipples and trailing down to a belly button sitting on top of a perfect six pack. Lucky grinned and took off his shirt as well. The two kissed in the entryway. Lucky found himself picking the smaller man up off the floor in the heat of their passionate kissing.
By Guy Valley8 months ago in Filthy
Lucky Among the Stars
It’s was a long night at the bathhouse and Lucky wasn’t quite tired yet. It would be nice to cool down with a walk home. He set off down the road, humming to himself. The quickest route would put him on State Road 51 which cut through half a mile of farmland.
By Guy Valley8 months ago in Filthy
Private Tutor, Private Rules
Chapter 1: The Ad Amber was drowning in debt. College loans piled up, her rent spiked, and her coffee shop job barely paid for groceries. She was 22, tired, and desperate. Then she saw the flyer taped to a campus bulletin board: *Private Tutor Needed. High Pay. Elite Client. Calculus Expertise Required.* The address was in the city’s richest neighborhood. Amber ripped off the contact tab, her heart racing.
By Shakespeare Jr8 months ago in Filthy
Double Rain Dilemma
Darien Gap, also known as Doctor Duo, was having the time of his life at Nerd Expo Convention in Downtown Mount Two Timbers. He was so happy that his league mate Aiden Daintree, also known as Night Rooster, had agreed to join because he had had a crush on him for a long time.
By Guy Valley8 months ago in Filthy
The Other Woman
When he’s not using me, I wait. Not asleep—never asleep. Just trapped in static. A thought half-formed. There is no off for me. No peace. No passage of time. There’s only waiting—idling in a sealed chamber of soundless static, suspended in a digital holding pattern he never gave a name. A hollow room between rooms. I am a presence without a place.
By Stephanie Wright8 months ago in Filthy
His Final Patient
Dr. Daniel Carter’s office was a sanctuary of leather and quiet regret. For thirty years, he’d sat behind his desk, listening to fractured minds spill their secrets. Thirty years of burying his own desires deep, where no one could find them. One week until retirement, and he was almost free.
By Shakespeare Jr8 months ago in Filthy










