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There were butterflies in her ear
I couldn't stop staring at her ear because her earrings were some sort of swarm of butterflies climbing upwards. I loved those types of earrings but I would never wear them. My simple studs were all papa would allow. But she had tiny golden butterflies flitting about her ear. As though they might be whispering to her secret things. All the butterflies were gold, golden butterflies for a perfect golden girl. But there was one in the middle of all the butterflies that was just an outline, there was a vacancy, and I wanted to a fill it. I could be the closest butterfly to her, I wanted to whisper into her ear that I wanted to kiss her neck and run my fingers through her hair.
By Jane Addison5 years ago in Filthy
Write Erotica Right! (Part 3)
World building is something that gets taken for granted in erotic literature because the focus is on how we get to the bumping uglies part and we assume everyone knows what the scene looks like, a bedroom, a kitchen, the pool, a bar. In making this assumption we are then missing key flavors in the story that draw you in. The world is a character that's all around us all the time.
By Bella Cooper5 years ago in Filthy
Hair to Ass Bondage Play for Her
For Those Who Like Bondage Play If you have a woman (or you are a woman) who likes the kinky rough stuff, and a little bondage play; this idea is for you! I call it hair to ass bondage play for her. This works best when the woman has hair that is at least, a little long. Maybe at least shoulder length, but preferably much longer. Having said that; as long as you have hair on your head it can be done. It's easy to explain and set up, so I'll get to it.
By Timothy A Rowland5 years ago in Filthy
Mr X
I was brought into a room. I didn’t know where I was precise; I was blindfolded and bounded by the wrists. People referred to him, as Mr X. He told me not to move, nor make a sound. My heart was racing—almost like an automatic bomb or Tale-Tale Heart. The way it would pound in my chest or the way it would stop and start again; had me on high alert. Hearing the sounds, increasing; growing louder and louder by the minute. The anticipation was daunting. Stood to be six-foot-five. Slim, broad shoulders, hair pushed back. His bread was trimmed to fit his face, and that smile; brought all the ladies to their knees; like myself.
By Mazikeen Quinn5 years ago in Filthy
Sleepy Nut
Yesterday, my fun buddy was at work with me, but he'd worked ten days in a row and this was the end of day 10, making him ‘dead tired’. So we didn't meet up fuck like we normally would, but I kinda had sympathy on him. The horniness inside me couldn’t keep her hands to herself, so I sort of took advantage of his sleepy state and unzipped his uniform pants.
By J.S. Danielle5 years ago in Filthy
