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Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
The Depths of Touch
Sitting alone wanting the touch of his image to come to reality. So the image will do. For now. In the dark hours my eyes roll and close as I slowly release my breath. Waiting.. my body throbs for a response. He growls with the deep voice telling me what I want to hear. As the conversation goes on, entanglements of thoughts cross my mind. Of how I long for him to grip me. How I want him to lift me to the Heavens and have me crash down on the bed while doing hellish acts. Pressure to want to lung through and cross paths. Patience is running low as I think of the movie about to begin. The movie plays like a dream. Lifted by the clouds in thought. As he grabs and grips onto the curves of my hips to lift me onto him, I feel him grow. He places me down and the animal comes out of both souls.
By Rebecca Chesbrough5 years ago in Filthy
When Wolves Can't Sleep
Dane couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t sleep and he didn’t want to. DIdn’t want to face the nightmares that had plagued him the last five nights in a row. It wasn’t fair. He hadn’t gotten good sleep in over a month, and it was taking its toll on him. He was snappy, crabby for no reason. He had yelled at Shawn just for asking if he was okay. Poor Shawn. He’d had a deer in the headlights look, not expecting the outburst at such a simple question. But it wasn’t simple, was it? It wasn’t that easy.
By BeautifulBlade5 years ago in Filthy
New Year's Surprise
I entered the pub to start my New Year's shift. I knew it was going to be a crazy night. It is every year. I've worked here for four years now. The job wears on you, but I love the nightlife. I had on my favorite tight black pants and a black shimmery blouse. Pretty basic but as a bartender I usually end up a mess by the end of the shift.
By Ginger Moon5 years ago in Filthy
Solar Moon: Part 9
13 Chapter Thirteen: Welcome Home His mate was crying. Fucking crying. His instinct was tearing him up inside. He wanted to comfort her but he was the reason for her tears. Part of him wanted to just take her home, anything to make her feel better. His more dominant wolf part wanted to furiously keep her with him no matter what. He felt like his insides were tearing apart inside him, worse than any torture he’d endured before.
By Phoenix Stone5 years ago in Filthy
Pleasure Me
I just adore being a powerful businesswoman. At the top of my company building, I have my penthouse, you know for all those naïve young interns. I just feel so powerful bossing them around, knowing they hang off my every single word, and I know they will do whatever it takes to climb their way up. I’m not a bitch I treat my little sugar babies well, they get their treats for pleasuring me. The best part is they can’t tell anyone, I’m smart. Sometimes I just like to give them some normal tasks, filing, printing, desk work. I watch them on the cameras in their tight shirts, their business pants hugging their gorgeous butts.
By collette_235 years ago in Filthy
