erotic

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

In the heat of the evening
The heat can make people see, do or possibly both of those things. I had just left a friend’s in the city. She mentioned how crazy people get in the summer because people tend to show more skin. I have noticed it before. I noticed the eyes of guys and girls ogling at a woman in a summer dress or women and men staring and lusting over a man with abs shirtless. People can’t control themselves in the summer. The weather makes people go crazy and explore their urges. I thought I was an exception until a late June evening.
By A.A.C.5 years ago in Filthy
My Mom's Best friend delivered more than home cooking
It was a few months after College graduation and being that I was away from home for good now and completely on my own, my mom thought it would be a good idea to have her friend that lived not to far from me to bring me some of her home cooking! My mom informed me that her friend Deloris was at her house and that she would be sending some of my favorite dishes with her and that she would be delivering it to me in a few hours and that I should be on the look out for her! Excited that I was going to be getting some homecooking soon, I danced around for a bit, but I did not know that was not the only thing I should be getting excited and ready for!
By More Than Words5 years ago in Filthy
The City
Like any other suburban girl, I grew up with a curiosity for the city.....the activities, the food but especially the men. I wanted to know what guys were like outside the world of property lines, landscaped lawns, and gated communities. It would have been nice to meet just one boy in high school that wasn't more concerned about impressing my father than getting to know me. My parents always told me that there was nothing good in the city for me......that it was full of danger and bad influences. I suppose that explanation was enough to dampen my curiosity well into adulthood. Don't get me wrong, i spent five days a week in the city.....after all, I am a corporate girl. I've just always made it a point to get away from there before the lights came on.
By B.M Scott5 years ago in Filthy
A Sizzling Reunion
“Hey stranger.” Bella’s eyes opened with a start. “Cooper! What are you doing here? I didn’t hear anyone come in.” She glanced at the gate as though to confirm it was shut. It had creaked and clanged the entrance and exit of every pool-goer all afternoon and now, when she was sure she was alone, it had let in an interloper without a sound of warning.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Going For a Ride
Harper walked down the sidewalk in a broken heel. Michael, her boyfriend of four months, had jogged after her when she left their 'romantic' dinner because he'd been flirting with the waitress.
By Kate Briggs5 years ago in Filthy
Conference Call Climax
I woke on Monday morning, I looked at my phone, I took a moment to clear my sleep-fogged head, then I screamed. Fuck. I must have forgotten to set my alarm on Sunday evening. I sat bolt upright as panic took me from sleepy-head to wide-fucking-awake-in-terror in the space of two heartbeats. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I had 23 minutes to make my Monday morning meeting.
By Dark Cherry Collective5 years ago in Filthy
Summer Rain
The heat had been intolerable for the past week and most people opted to wear either as little clothing as possible or loose clothing that wouldn’t stick to their bodies. Summer classes were no joy in the middle of summer but my two new friends made it easier to deal with. Shauna had a fabulous sense of humor and a mouth that could make a sailor homesick for his ship. Liam was a preppy, typical-looking young man whose talents lay in his appreciation of two things: satire and women. I had never met a man who loved women so much; small-breasted women and big-breasted ones, skinny bottoms and full, fleshy bodies — he loved them all.
By Autumn Seave5 years ago in Filthy
Getting Drunk In Front Of My Crush
For about a year, my son’s barber and I have been having mild flirtations at his shop or through text. I didn’t take it seriously because well...he’s a BARBER. I don’t know how it is with other races, but in the African American community, barbers =THOT. Anywho, I remember taking my son to his usual Sunday morning haircut, and his barber asked me if I had plans for Cinco de Mayo. Like a big nerd, I said, “well, it’s a workday...” he laughed and said, “no, afterwards.” I laughed as well, though I was slightly embarrassed and told him no. “Good,” he said. “I want to take you out.” I still thought he was bullshitting, until he texted me the day before Cinco de Mayo and asked were we still on. I accepted his invitation, and he told me he would be at my place around 7 the next day.
By Taniya Lashay5 years ago in Filthy
Bad example, or just what she needed. Final chapter
So as I said earlier in the story, she is a big girl. She is 5’7” tall, about 270 lbs., with 44 FF tits. Her mom body shamed her, her entire life. She said that she never understood why I always wanted to see her naked. I told her I loved her, and that I had always liked big girls. I also tried to explain to her that there were a lot of guys that would find her attractive. Then I said to her “ look how hard Red tried to get you naked. She said I guess we will see how he acts tonight since I stopped him after a hand job.
By Steven Crane Sr5 years ago in Filthy
Velvety Rabbit
Inhale, exhale. Damn it, butterflies and sweating are not great for a first date! Dating has been a lot harder than I remember. Maybe I have higher standards since the divorce or maybe I just stopped putting up with bullshit. Eh, who knows. Pulling into Johnny’s driveway, I send him a quick text, “I’m here.” Grabbing my clutch and wine bottle, I slide out of the car. Shutting the door, I walk up to his house and feel my cheeks start to redden. Inhale, exhale. Here goes my seventh, 1st date.
By Susie Gunderson5 years ago in Filthy
Hotel Head
You’re sitting on the bed in a luxury hotel room, wearing nothing but Nick’s hoodie and reading a book. You’re patiently waiting for him to come back from an important interview when you finally hear the click of the door opening. You look up and are again taken aback at his crisp black suit, his dark brown hair tousled as if he had run his hands through it a million times. You look into his eyes and you can see he’s tired, but there’s also irritation in him and you know that’s when he’s the most fun. He takes one look at you and states, “Kneel,” as he points to the ground.
By Brittany Jones5 years ago in Filthy
Life In the Green House
I closed the greenhouse after an arduous day of picking tomatoes and cucumbers. I had impure thoughts today as I picked cucumbers. Each cucumber was so long and massive and firm – obscene really. I couldn’t even imagine having a member that size. What would I do with it when I wasn’t using it? Where would I put it? I wouldn’t be able to buy jeans that would fit. I’d have to wear a kilt, a long kilt. Women would love me though – at least, I think they would love me. I feel quite undersized and inadequate when I am around cucumbers. What guy wouldn’t feel inadequate? Nobody could measure up to even the smaller ones that aren’t ready to pick. They just hang there. They have to hang there I suppose, because that’s gravity man.
By John Oliver Smith5 years ago in Filthy