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Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
The object of my affection
I have Calvin, Lloyd and Brad.... Calvin is her father. Lloyd is the one I'm deeply in love with, while Brad is in love with me. I don't know and I just don't understand what happen for them to be apart of my life. Every day I wish they would all just leave my life in a matter of seconds. I feel that I need Calvin for the support as a real father. I need Lloyd because if he was to leave I would never find love again and I'll also be a cold-heartless motherfucker in this world. And as for Brad well, he holds me level. He makes me realize that I'm alive through the hurt and pain I've been through. Every night I fight myself to sleep thinking that I need all three of them, then I scream to myself "Fuck them bitches" and swallow that I'm not a women in the 60's. I'm hurt because Calvin made me this way. I'm bothered because Lloyd doesn't love me this way and at the same time dismayed at the fact that Brad does.
By Dawntavia Louis5 years ago in Filthy
L.F.L Part. 3
That Monday was Labor Day, and Michelle and Phillip had planned to spend the holiday with Eric and Jeffery and their wives. The three couples had all agreed to a cook-out at Phillip’s. Phillip had considered himself to be the master griller and wanted the opportunity to show off for Michelle. Michelle was a pretty good cook herself; she had learned her way around the kitchen from her mother. Since the cookout was to be potluck, she was making her famous macaroni and cheese, her killer baked beans and her “man-slayer” German Chocolate cake. Denise (Eric’s wife) was making the potato salad and Nicole (Jeff’s wife) was bringing collard greens. Eric’s job was bartender and Jeffrey would be assisting Phillip with the grill duties.
By Grey Xander5 years ago in Filthy
Fantasy Elements
A fantasy doesnt always have to be achievable. Like A fantasy about werewolves and vampires. A fantasy is just that. Not always do what we fantasize about what we want to become a reality. They are just that, a fantasy to take us out of our heads and into a realm of desires.
By Midnight Shay5 years ago in Filthy


