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

Dreams of You
The things I think about when it comes to you ..The images my brain dreams of..You not just inside me..You consuming me. Taking everything you need from my body. It comes not from force or threat but a total devotion to you. During the day I have to be so in control so on guard, with you it is different. You are my protector, my hero. You keep me safe from the people and things that want to destroy me. When you stand up for me I ache to be with you, I simply want to be yours. Every part of me aches to be in your arms. You fix everything. I may be able to hold my own but I ache for you to keep me safe. I need someone to be stronger than I am. Watching you defend me, makes me want to fall to my knees for you..The acts of kindness that you show me, literally makes me want to fall before you and adore you. The moment of surrender is never the moment you enter me, it is the moment you protect me. It is a statement bigger than words, that I am yours and only yours and no one touches me but you. My body is your playground. Dripping wax, decorating my body, your hand controlling my breath. Your mouth sucking my breasts and flipping my piercings. Your teeth grazing my nipples, you consuming my body..sub space..the intersection of complete trust, complete surrender.
By Justice for All5 years ago in Filthy
50 Shades of You
November 1st, 2020. He picked me up in a white Audi. His hair was slicked back, his skin was the color of caramel, and his smile could make the devil blush. I stepped into his car carefully. He grabbed my hand as to guide me to my seat. We started driving. I didn't know where we were going. I assumed we were going to dinner since he told me to wear the black lace dress he loved so dearly. We pulled up to a high class hotel. Camera's were flashing everywhere. I didn't think much of it at the time. He got out the car, handed the keys to the valet and opened the door for me. His name was Jamie.
By Alison5 years ago in Filthy
Kadie's Fantasies (Pt. 19)
Kadie was pulled up by Will's embrace and she looked longingly into his eyes. "Will," She breathed. His hair was covered in brown material and she looked down to see a skull that her shoe was stuck in.
By Jasmin Rivas5 years ago in Filthy
The Glanconer
The train is already twenty minutes late when you’re told there will be another delay. The bus station is further from the train station than you had thought and you’re forced to run from one station to the next, through the rain.
By Spike Nesbit5 years ago in Filthy
Playful Baby Girl
Stan was sitting at the table as he watched her walk into the kitchen. She had on a short spaghetti strap dress a rich burnt orange color that highlighted and showed off more of her pale skin then it covered. The skirt flared around her hips with the hem ending scant inches past the curve of her firm round ass. His eyes scanned down her bare back, over her barely covered ass. The view making him shift in his chair as he pictured those long pale legs with the strappy four-inch heels wrapped around his waist as he drove her slowly mad with pleasure. Stan’s eyes moved back up her body and he stared at her with a frown as she downed the first large glass of wine, and then poured another.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
Chance encounter
I had a business trip in Japan. I was to be there about six weeks. I had to help install our systems so we could link up directly with the overseas offices. It was a great gig. I am single and have nothing really going on back home. Oh, by the way my name is Jerry.
By DS5 years ago in Filthy
Babysitter gets her dream
Our babysitter just graduated college and was off for the summer. Me and my wife Julie run our own company and travel a lot. Jessica our babysitter has been a wonderful help. She took most of her final year of classes online so she could stay where she wanted as long as she had an internet connection. For the past year she has been staying with us as an on-call babysitter. Our meetings and trips usually happen quite random, so it has been nice having her stay with us.
By DS5 years ago in Filthy
How to keep your sex life alive.
Sex is a wonderful thing. It can cover the whole spectrum of emotions. You can feel so many things from it. It is hard to list. What I would like to discuss is our basic need. In life you need all the basics like food, water, shelter. You also need other things to be emotionally stable. A good friend or two helps. A nice job with coworkers who you can at least tolerate for eight to ten hours a day. If you are a stay-at-home homemaker then your list does not change, it is just more difficult to full fill those needs.
By DS5 years ago in Filthy
Slug Orgy
It was my freshman year at university; around late August. The night air under a moonlit sky had that heavy, intoxicating smell of festivals, high spirits and the onset of fall. Officially the obon season was finished and school activities were in full-swing once again, yet there was a pervasive recklessness that would not allow itself to be contained–as if our ancestors were still drunk from all the sake offerings left at family alters and gravesides.
By Made in DNA5 years ago in Filthy
Hot Bath
Sitting next to you as you lay in the tub he gently caresses the top of your wet hair moving his hand softly down the right side of your face pulling the strands of wet hair off your ear to the back of your neck.
By Paul Wilburn III5 years ago in Filthy
Extra Credit
Despite the high hopes of his parents, teachers, and high school guidance counsellor, Samuel Hughes’ first semester at university was proving to be less than spectacular.
By Jupiter Grant5 years ago in Filthy
Hospitality Confessions: I spend some time with Lyle and Tawny in the beer room
After a week or so of working at cherry pickers I was really starting to get a feel for the place. The staff there was very friendly and obviously obsessed with sex. Flirtations and sexual innuendo filled every single night off work. If you were easily offended there was no way that you could work there because if you were not getting slapped on the ass someone was whispering dirty things in your ear.
By Autumn Seave5 years ago in Filthy