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

The Rude Awakening
Rising from the warmth of my bed on a chilly winters morning I drew back the curtains and a golden shaft of sunlight burst into view much to my delight. Being single has not been my lot for close on 40 years but my darling husband George passed away suddenly only a few months ago leaving me somewhat lost and alone with no one to comfort and share my life with.
By Emily Spankfirst5 years ago in Filthy
Packing
“Kitten, have you seen my — oh, hello,” He purred as he leaned in the doorway of our shared bedroom. “Looking for something?” I said with a teasing lilt to my voice, raising an eyebrow. He nodded and stalked closer, eyes dark. “Anything I can help with?” My voice was breathy as he crouched at the foot of our bed, clearly preparing to pounce.
By TheWellReadMillenial5 years ago in Filthy
Stars of Tyde
A joyless sail through the ocean made a difference in the passion she longed for. The sea was her home; always changing and shifting under the belly of the ship. The ideas of creatures and treasures under her feet. But Captain Drake made the song wane into sadness every time she boarded the Royal.
By Alexandrea Justine5 years ago in Filthy
Wrong Kind of Girl
I could care less what I sounded like. I have never had much concern about reputation, propriety, or other such social norms. I’ve never been the type of girl that did things to seem ladylike. Now, as an adult woman, I don't give a fuck at all. Well.. you get my drift.
By Cixtian Trybe5 years ago in Filthy
Letter To Burn 🔥
Started with a kiss 💋 The moment She met him it was like a tidal wave of emotions. All the thoughts in her head was silent for the first time. Her that was drawn to chaos stopped yarning for destruction. She couldn’t quite peace together what these feelings she had was supposed to mean. Praying for answering, begging for understanding. Hoping for salvation that she already had. In no means is this a love story, in fact this was her letter to burn.
By Justis Thomas5 years ago in Filthy
Look But Don’t Touch
“You’re the prettiest model I’ve ever photographed.” The man’s words from just a couple of minutes before still resounded in Sylvia’s head, as she looked at a strange and funny scene: the man who had been shooting photos of her for the entire afternoon was staring at her, rubbing the growing erection in his trousers.
By Loren Teese5 years ago in Filthy
𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
Pull me by your arms And whisper that you love me As long as we're together It gives us so much pleasure we want to had
By Vinit5 years ago in Filthy
Cashie + Ethan
Cashie slipped on her headphones. She closed her eyes and pressed her inky lips together. She wore Palomino by Bite, a bold fuschia lip stain, to help her stay in character. She clicked the Audio Porn app and a green light circled her avatar. Cashie scanned the online participants and selected one with a smile. Ethan Hawke. My mom used to crush on you.
By Kat5 years ago in Filthy
Her
I always had a crush on her, but I knew there was no way she would ever like me back, for I was another girl, and I was almost certain she didn’t swing that way. I couldn’t help but stare at her in meetings and when she would complain about her boyfriend to me over lunch. I hated her boyfriend for a few reasons but the way he treated her was god awful. He would cheat on her countless times and she always went back. She loved him. She had bigger plump lips with bright blue eyes, and she was much shorter than me. She was hands down one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen. I question why her boyfriend would even think about another woman with a woman like that by his side. A few years went by and I never confessed my feelings. I supported her and her decisions in whatever made her happy. That was until she called that August evening.
By Lindsey Hultman5 years ago in Filthy
His Best Friend
Smoke filled the club as the music boomed through the speakers. The hot and sweaty half-naked bodies writhing against each other in the haze.
By Aimee Steele5 years ago in Filthy
The Costume Party
She wanted the night to be special. She had planned it out carefully. Her best friend had chosen the costume she would wear. She had meticulously applied her makeup. She had gotten her nails done and just finished putting her hair up. She was nervous, never having been on a blind date before, and a costume party at that! She was also excited about her evening; her friend assured her that her mystery date was an honourable fellow. Glancing at the clock, she hurried to finish putting her costume on and the doorbell rang.
By J. Langer5 years ago in Filthy
The Weekend Identity
My heels clicked loudly against the marble floor of the upscale club as I wandered and weaved through couples and groups of people socializing, flirting, touching, and dancing slowly with one another. This wasn't your typical club; this was the club for sexual sinners, for men and women who like to share, and I was there alone. My favorite thing to do after a long week of pleading cases for clients in front of a judge was slip away for the masquerade themes, the ones that allowed me to conceal my identity while I satisfied the sexual beast inside of me. She was a fierce one, difficult to satiate, and the themes that gave me the chance to let loose in open privacy were my only escapes from my dull career. I didn't have time, nor interest, in dating, so I came here for sex.
By Dani Banani5 years ago in Filthy