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Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.

Seals and Bounty: The Bodyguard
Mari I can't believe he just saw me sucking my thumb. I am so embarrassed. The worse part is he even caught on that I am embarrassed. But his response was very unexpected. He literally just said that I was not the first little he has met. I couldn't even think of what to say and luckily he walked out the room before I needed too. I am just going to let it go for now. I don't have the mindset right now to really put any thought into it.
By Ireland Lorelei 4 years ago in Filthy
Seals and Bounty: The Bodyguard
Wyatt As I was walking back down the stairs calling her name, and there was no reply. "Mari," I said, "Mari, where are you?" Panic hit me like a gut punch by the time I got to the bottom step. I turned and looked into the living room, she wasn't there, I headed to the kitchen, nothing. I checked the downstairs bathroom. She wasn't there either. Now I started yelling her name louder. Finally, I heard a moan coming from the living room. As I walked back in, I went to the other side of the couch and there she laid, sleep, bawled up like a little baby.
By Ireland Lorelei 4 years ago in Filthy
The Man of My Dreams
It was a beautiful sunny day. The sun was rising over the Gulf of Mexico. Lori set out on her deck of her ocean home watching the people out exercising. That’s when she saw him, a gorgeous man with a chiseled body that would make any woman loose her mind. As he ran down the beach, she thought what it would be like to meet this man. She immediately went out on the beach in hopes that he would have to come back by to get to his end destination. She sat on a towel waiting for him to come back by in what seemed like forever.
By Ireland Lorelei 4 years ago in Filthy
Nothing to say at all
The beautiful summer day was somehow different this time. Climate change has been playing with us lately, making vine crops not produce same as last year. Craig was concerned, perhaps the crop was not delivering producing at least over last year’s crop.
By Chacha Jaramillo4 years ago in Filthy
Control
We walked up the wooden stairs to the deck, and I unlocked the door to my apartment. While I turned the cold, brass handle, I felt the blade of his right index finger trace the curve of my right ass cheek from hip to thigh. “Oh fuck,” I thought, biting my lower lip and walking through the door into my small one bedroom apartment, “I'm so ready for this.”
By Jocelynn Carothers4 years ago in Filthy
Erotica. How women reclaimed their sexuality.
I am a Author who writes erotic books for a living. I have actually been writing within the genera for near on 25 years. I began when I was fifteen.
By Germaine Mooney4 years ago in Filthy
My Husband Needed Some Female Guidance
This story is a work of erotic fiction and is intended for adults 18+. My husband Eric is well-intentioned, if a bit lazy. Complacent may be the best word for it, and this has applied in the bedroom maybe more than anywhere else throughout our marriage.
By Elle A. Wild4 years ago in Filthy
Fair exchange, No Robbery
Ch: 3 Follow me this way, Mr. Parker said standing in the door way. Abbey wants me to take you the “Scenic” route to your room. He showed them down a long corridor lined with windows. It looked as if they were walking down the sidewalk at a strip mall. In the windows were people all in separate rooms. There was a woman in a window sitting on the bed with her legs spread wide open masturbating. In another window was a couple. The man was inserting a butt plug into his wife's ass as she spread her cheeks for him. In Another was 2 men and a woman. The woman was in doggy getting fucked hard and she was gagging on the other man's dick. Then they went down another hall. The fancy décor was the same as in Abbey’s office, with very provocative art lining the walls leading the way. Mr. Parker stopped in front of suite 12 and opened the door with a heart shaped key with the number 12 on it. Stepping inside he showed them the mini bar, the bed, the bathroom, the costume closet and toy drawers. He said for them to make themselves comfortable and walked out of the door.
By Huney4 years ago in Filthy
Working From Home
Dara stood in front of the mirror, turning from side to side staring at the new baby doll nightgown, wondering what he would think of it. The dark green silk was sheer, casting shadows that showed off the outline of the swell of her breasts, and hips. And the black lace accents gave it just the right touch of elegance. They hadn’t had a lot of time together lately, with both their work schedules being so crazy, and she was feeling very needy. Though she wanted the surprise to be about him too. Stan’s business was highly successful, and he worked extremely hard to keep it that way, sometimes it even seemed like he took on the stress of everyone under him. Would he like it? She wondered, or would he still have too much work to do? She fluffed up her hair with a huffing sigh, why did she make herself so crazy? And goodness knows she probably drove him nuts, but she couldn’t seem to stop. Right now, she wanted to be petted and spanked. She wanted to be fucked hard, and made to cum over and over, but she also just wanted to curl up and be held and cuddled doing absolutely nothing. Time to stop over thinking things, and go find her Daddy, and see what he wanted.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
Chapters
The phone rang several times… At first I didn’t hear it, once I answered all I heard was loud breathing and then a deep sexy accent. “Hello there baby girl, I have been thinking about you all day whilst at work. And talking to you via text it always makes me so hard.. I very much like the idea that I can get you wet with just words. It makes What I can do with my tongue and fingers so very much more enticing. I would love to make you edge, to make you so close to exploding on my tongue that I can feel you start to tense up, then stop you with a quick smack to your clit, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to make you moan, and to repeat it enough that your Pussy is aching for release. I long to wrap my fingers in your hair, to force your head back and slide my tongue down your throat where it belongs. I’d love make sure that you know just how much I want you, I’d start with your lips, I’d stroke them with my fingers, I’d gently kiss them whilst you feel my hands move along your shoulders n down to your breasts.” Mmm so warm n such smooth milky skin you have.
By Melina simpson4 years ago in Filthy
Annia Ready
For several nights, Annia and Nathan continued their routine. They adjourned themselves to their rooms and changed into their pajamas and robes. Nathan had made his way to the study first that evening. He removed his prosthetic legs at his desk and moved across the floor to the fireplace. By the time Annia arrived, the room was warm with the heat from the hearth. She found herself loosening her robe until a black strip of her night gown shown down her front and she let down her hair before she sat.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Filthy
To Dream of Pauline in the Flesh
“What if you did not have a boyfriend and we could dance the whole, whole, whole, night long…” -Ani Difranco She danced about as if a jig existed only in her mind. Her hips swayed freely: tipsy as she was, drunk on the giddiness of this, their first hangout. Pauline was unique. She operated as if a tune stuck on replay in her mind possessed her. Even her words sung about in slightly out-of-tune rhythms, the meanings of which also were mysterious and captivating to the only onlooker she was dancing for, Felicia, alone as they were together in her tiny, airless living room.
By cora lynnish4 years ago in Filthy