erotic
Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Us..
I need you. I need the release and safety of subspace. When you shook my hand, the first thing I thought was how it would feel gripping my neck. What it would do to me. How it could hold my body down, how they would feel on my hips as I straddled you. You staring at me, our eyes locked as you fuck me. The intensity of our bodies, moving in sync, me begging for you to let me come. You refusing me the release I crave, so you can take me over and over again as you please. It turns you on to be the only one I need. It seduces a primal part of you.
By Justice for All5 years ago in Filthy
PROM NIGHT
I feel all eyes on us, which isn’t surprising. What normal humanoid could look away from the statuesque beauty in my arms. I pull my mouth from her neck and look deep into her eyes, cup her face we kiss like no one is watching, however someone was watching. The floor becomes crowded with couples I take a moment to let my guard down; I want Amber to feel how much I’m into her. Just as we re-establish our rhythm, suddenly we become knocked off balance. The love song playing in our heads comes to a screeching halt.
By Timothy Kincaid5 years ago in Filthy
Bride to be....
My arranged marriage to Ajay Mehta was intended to heal longstanding rifts in our family. Growing up, I understood the importance of it, and resigned myself to a life without romance. Because Ajay's father was an influential businessman, my own father's fortunes changed considerably, so that at age eighteen I became the first girl from our village to make the journey from Uttar Pradesh to a US college. Now, four years later, I made the journey back with some dread.
By Yogesh Sawant5 years ago in Filthy
Dry Spell Becomes a WET Spell!
Nearly a decade ago, I went through a divorce and started dating for the first time as an adult. When friends suggested I write about my experiences, I started a blog. I have been "revisiting" some of my former exploits lately, and decided to share, using my real name, for the first time. This piece was first published in two posts from March, 2013. Edits have been made for clarity and continuity.
By Allison Rice5 years ago in Filthy
After The Party
Drew sat slumped in his leather wingback chair staring into the roaring fire. His dress shirt was open halfway down his chest, and a glass of scotch in one hand. The only other light was the green glow from the tiffany lamp on his desk. Watching the dancing flames, he thought back on the evening’s events.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
Dagda's Cauldron
“You are the epitome of perfection, a Queen fit for a God.” I bowed my head, blushing. There was a couple of bards in the village, but none could hold a candle to Aengus. We were back home, it seemed that time stood still, the music, the food, my father was all in the same place as when I left.
By Lolita Civic5 years ago in Filthy
Breathless
A companion piece to this: ——————————— I never thought I was meant to have true love. I just thought I was meant to be stuck in nightmares—-where my parents just watch me suffer and say almost nothing——where I get stuck in these crazy situations where I feel trapped. I know my parents care. They are just so oblivious and selfish.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Filthy
