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

Ex-Boyfriend Fantasy
A woman imagines running into her ex. The fantasy continues back at his place when she dommes him. It’s a dark East Williamsburg bar. The music is too loud and everyone is drunk. We both should be home, it’s 2 AM, but we’re not. Our eyes lock for the first time in months. There’s a flash of anger in his. Then sadness, then that warmth, that cozy charm. It’s almost a twinkle. It’s disarming. He looks different.
By Aurore6 years ago in Filthy
A Coffee Nap with a Twist
I yawned so hard my jaw cracked. “Tired?” Tina asked. “Tired isn’t the half of it,” I said. “I can barely keep my eyes open.” It was the end of one hell of a week, and I was so exhausted I couldn’t think properly. My body felt like it was made out of lead.
By Dark Cherry Collective6 years ago in Filthy
Fantasy 1
She was so hungry for attention. It had been so long since she had been touched. She wasn't the type to go out and get some strange. She needed a connection. Some friendship. Someone she trusted so she could let herself be who she us in the bedroom. She had so many un-fulfilled fantasies and as she lay in bed they ran through her mind. Her exe was the one she played them out with in her mind. He was her closest connection.
By Cindy Burke6 years ago in Filthy
Rediscovering My Sexuality
For most of my life I have had a very active and awesome sex life. I was a giver with no demands and would do almost anything to please my lover. It was indeed my great fortune that the first few women I made love with were much older than I was and the experience gained was priceless. In addition, at the age of sixteen before I lost my virginity I read a book called The Happy Hooker by Xavier Hollander. For me it was the complete guidebook on how to be a great lover. More important than the wide variety of sexual activity described in great detail, it taught me the incredible importance of respect and admiration for women. That women were to be treated with dignity, kindness and compassion. I learned the importance of paying attention to them. Listening without criticizing and with an open mind. Invaluable education. I still maintain that every young person, male and female, most especially the males, read that book early on. I took that knowledge and ran with it. Boy did I run.
By norman o green6 years ago in Filthy
Coming On Her Face
It was one of those cold, grey, wet Sunday afternoons in winter when you can’t bear to go outside. We didn’t have any money either; our latest student loan instalments had dried up, so we couldn’t have afforded to do anything even if we’d wanted to. We sat in her room in the hall of residence and we smoked the last of her weed and played video games instead. We kissed and fucked lazily as the wind howled outside her window.
By Dark Cherry Collective6 years ago in Filthy
"My Pussy Killed a Man"
"Handle me? (Huh) Who gon' handle me? (Who?) Thinkin' he's a player, he's a member on the team He put in all that work, he wanna be the MVP (boy, bye)
By Insatiable-ness6 years ago in Filthy
Caffeine and Sugar
Black coffee just wouldn't cut it today. "May I have a mocha please?" I ask looking somewhere between his ear and eye, then looking immediately at something else. I have learned not to look into their eyes, unless Daddy said I could. Mmmm yes, mocha! I needed something with a bit of flavor in it today. We don't have days like these very often. In the middle of my indulgent thoughts, he slides his hand around the back of my neck, and rubs my left shoulder a bit before he says, "Make that two." That is his way of showing he is proud of me. He pays, seats me, and returns to the counter to wait for our coffees. When he returns, we start talking about our day: that new place we went for lunch, the get-together we are having tonight, and how hard it is to get the dog to tell the difference between grass and carpet. You know, the basics. The other customers have slowly left. The owner begins to close the blinds and lock the doors, like usual. She smiles at us. "Take your time, no rush. I will be here for a while." Daddy nods, and I go to the counter where I ask her if she is hiring. My full lips covered in a pretty nude pink are only the start of it. She laughs and says, "Oh, I think we just might be. Other than coming here every Saturday, do you have any experience?" as she puts her elbows on the counter, laying her hands across the top of it. I can't help but watch her movements. Slow, purposeful. I start to lean in a bit, and then I pause. Slowly, a look of disappointment crosses my face. My eyes drop to the counter, then I proceed to tell her, "He said that I would need experience to work here, but I didn't believe him."
By Wren Kele6 years ago in Filthy
Fucking Your Girl in the Arse
Your girl doesn’t take it there, does she? She’s a good girl. That’s what she tells you, anyway. But then you don’t do it like I do.
By Dark Cherry Collective6 years ago in Filthy
Two Uber Drivers Collide and Need the Jaws of Life
Joe wasn't your typical uber driver. He was thoughtful and caring and thought about others before his own needs. He was an athletic guy, he had broad shoulders, strong arms and abs well defined to be a Herculean statue. Standing at six feet even he patiently waited for the gal that he had bought uber decals for her vehicle.
By Casey Keller6 years ago in Filthy
A Little Bit More Than Just Yoga
I had been going to yoga class for a few months. My life was proving to be super stressful and I needed something to relax and make me feel like I was at least trying to look after myself. I loved the class: I left full of energy but relaxed each time and feeling at peace with myself. I had made a few friends with whom I sometimes went to a bar after the class. One of the recurring topics we talked about on those nights was the affair we were 100% sure the yoga instructor and a personal trainer were having. He used to come at the same time each session to train with his customer right in front of our transparent walls. We were sure he stayed for a few hours afterward too, just with a different company. We spotted the looks they shot each other when he passed by our room when only the glass walls and their duties as gym employees separated them. We also saw that he stayed waiting by the lockers when we were all filing down the hallway to shower and go back home. Our class was the last of the day, so we were always debating if they just directly went to one of their apartments, or if they would have dinner together first if their neighbors would hear them...
By Clementine Lips6 years ago in Filthy
Meeting
I was not expecting you to be as handsome as you were. You were taller than I imagined, your features more dynamic, your eyes alight. They gave me butterflies.
By Doctor Mister Lady6 years ago in Filthy
Voyeur
I recognized your beautiful broad shoulders catch the light as you entered. Your strong body moving through an undulating crowd, the air thick with sounds, smells, and flavours. I hoped desperately that you’d notice me, bound to my chair, gagged, and eager, tucked into a dark corner to watch.
By Doctor Mister Lady6 years ago in Filthy