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

Pussy Math and Recipe
Pussy Math Addition: Pussy + Pussy = Pussy One is inclined to answer, two pussies, but pussy is not an object. Pussy is like mind, heart, and soul, but even more than those interchangeable words. Pussy is the meaning of life.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
Hospitality Confessions: Finally, a Release and Some Real Satisfaction
For the next week or so we tried not to look at each other too much. We tried not to brush up against one another in the small space. We tried not to be alone together. But the sexual tension was insane. Every night I was there I felt like I was on the brink of a very long coming orgasm. I was on edge and my skin tingled. I felt like there was a constant current of sexuality coursing through my veins.
By Autumn Seave5 years ago in Filthy
My Story
Who am I I’m young. Well, I’m relatively young, but I look, act, and even think as if I was ten years my age most of the time. It has its advantages but when it comes to dating it's not always the best. Because of this I often find myself thinking that the men my age are too immature, but at night I blame myself for not going out and not being a ‘dirty slut’ as some of my friends would put it.
By Shannon Bekivian 5 years ago in Filthy
Laundry Fun at the Dorm
My name is Charlie, and you will love my story. I am twenty-one and going to the college. It was only the second week of the new term and I had been putting off doing laundry. I was in the new coed dorms. One tower was women, and one was men, the common areas were shared by both.
By DS5 years ago in Filthy
The Bishop's Daughter
Tabbie buries her face in her hands, trying to clear the memory from her head. After carrying it alone for a week, she felt like she was walking around with a time bomb in her head. How many conversations had she had with her parents over the last week? How many new details would it take before Tabbie was so overwhelmed that she just breaks? Every conversation brought out more excuses, more demands for forgiveness. There was constantly some justification for breaching church rules, and it was starting to make Tabbie feel crazy. There's a slight knock at the door, and the door cracks open. Elder Knight steps through the threshold, looking at Tabbie in concern.
By Evie Dahl5 years ago in Filthy
The Bishop's Daughter
Tabbie holds the door to the study open to Elder Knight, allowing him to enter first before closing the door behind her. She locks the door, then turns to face him. Elder Knight gives her a concerned look.
By Evie Dahl5 years ago in Filthy
The Bishop's Daughter
The Kimball house was packed with commotion; members shared their stories from the last week or catching up on gossip, while others filled the backyard. The younger members play soccer on the lawn, with a few on the sidelines hooting and hollering. Bishop Kimball stands in the living room, entertaining a group with thrilling stories of his work as a pilot, while his daughters rush around the kitchen with their mother, arranging platters of food, pulling dishes of food from the oven. Tabbie gathers plates and cutlery, placing them on the end of a large table. Sister Kimball gathers a tray of chopped vegetables in one hand and a bowl of dip in the other. She rounds the corner to the living room, accidentally bumping into a member. The sauce sloshes onto her dress, the bowl smashing as it hits the floor. The room freezes for a moment as Bishop Kimball rushes to his wife's side.
By Evie Dahl5 years ago in Filthy
The Bishop's Daughter
Tabbie would never be able to erase the memory of opening her father's study that evening. Every time she passed his study door in the hallway, she would look at the knob, feeling sick to her stomach. Tabbie had taken grasp of the knob, expecting to open the door to her father reading, perhaps working on his next talk. Instead, she walked in on her personal horror show. On Bishop Kimball's desk was a slim, yet curvy woman nude on all fours, leaning down onto her elbows. Her long chocolate hair hung loose down her shoulder, just shy of brushing against the desk. There was a man on the sofa, sitting on the edge of his seat to watch as Bishop Kimball's fingers pressed deep into the woman's private area, his arm pounding a steady rhythm into her. The woman's back is in a deep arch, a look of pleasure written across her face. The three of them were entranced by the visual; none of them noticed the door.
By Evie Dahl5 years ago in Filthy
Hot Rod Revenge
Diana looked in the mirror, applying her makeup for her date night with Eric. She shook out her long cherry red curls, happy to have a reason to get done up. She was excited; it was the first date night she’d had with her boyfriend in months. This was the trouble with dating a car guy; car shows had been taking up all Eric’s attention lately. Sure, he owned a gorgeous car, it deserved to be shown off. He spent hours every night detailing it, cleaning the day’s imperfections of dust and dirt off the paint, even cleaning the tires if they weren’t as shiny as usual. Every crevice was vacuumed, cleaned, buffed, and checked for scratches. Eric’s car was pristine in every sense of the word; Diana couldn’t even get in if she wore glittering eyeshadow.
By Evie Dahl5 years ago in Filthy
Bruised, Black and Blue
Bruised, Black and Blue Lounging back in my reclining leather armchair in front of the television set one Monday evening in August of 2020 I was disturbed by the telephone ringing loudly in the hallway. After getting to my feet as quickly as possible I ventured across the thick piled lounge carpet through the lounge door and just as I got to the telephone it stopped ringing much to my dismay. Assuming it mat be urgent I pressed the recall button on my telephone and the calling tone rang out loudly until a soft sweet spoken person answered. Well I never, it was only my Auntie Susan who had called to ask me to do her a small favour as it was getting late and she needed some essentials from her local shop. Being ninety two years old and extremely frail she was frightened to go out at the best of times but more especially at night as she lived on the fifteenth floor of a high-rise block of senior citizen apartments overlooking the newly built entertainment centre near the beach, the lifts were more often than not broken and drug use was rife in the surrounding area. I glanced out of the hallway window and observed that the sun was still above the horizon casting long shadows throughout my tree lined street whilst I enquired what essentials she needed so urgently as time was moving on and I was not too happy about going out in the dark myself.
By Emily Spankfirst5 years ago in Filthy
Lover's Weekend Part One
Lover’s Weekend Part One We meet the other day, and he gave me a plain ticket and told me that there was a room rented next to his. He had made sure that they where a joining rooms. He has booked me there for the next three weekends because he is out of town and does not want to be alone. We have been seeing each other for over a year and it is fun. On the plane I go however I have already had a few drinks and believe I need one more.
By Katie Pope5 years ago in Filthy
Love's Weekend Part Two
Weekend Two Boarding the plan this time is not as scary as last time. Babe always seems to have something fun, interesting, or exciting planned. Plus, he makes me feel good. I’m excited to see him and I have a surprise for him as well. I have been to the toy store, and I got two toys for us to use. I am planning to hand him the remote to one at dinner tonight.
By Katie Pope5 years ago in Filthy