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Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Locked in the Library
Nicole started going to the library during her lunch breaks for a couple different reasons. One, it got her out of the grimy dive-bar cafe she worked at for a half hour. Two, she got to pick up new books to read. And finally, she couldn’t stop thinking about the cute girl that worked there.
By Lady Domitille6 years ago in Filthy
Jenny's Confession: He Came on Me as We Masturbated Together
So my confession is that I love watching men wank. Not in porn, that’s boring. I mean in real life. It has to be genuine. You see, it’s not just about the physical act of a man pulling on his hard cock—although that’s brilliant, don’t get me wrong. It’s the urgent, frantic need that really does it for me. It’s the look on the guy’s face as he gets close, the desperation, and then the sounds of relief he makes as he comes. I love to see it spurting out of his cock too, jets of silky white come, as he shudders and gasps. It’s so masculine. And when you see someone come, you’re seeing them at their most basic, their most animal. It’s exquisite.
By Dark Cherry Collective6 years ago in Filthy
The Club Dress
You bought the dress for taking pictures, but Sir caught you checking yourself out in the mirror. You blushed and said it was too small to wear out but he said, "Oh no, Princess. You're wearing it to the club tonight. I love how it just covers your ass." His hands ran along the bottom hem, teasing your skin.
By Asrai Devin6 years ago in Filthy
Cat's Confession: I Begged My Boyfriend for Anal
When was I nineteen I wanted to try everything. Sex was still new, and so exciting, and I wanted to experience all of it. I was eager to try anything I saw or heard about, so when my best friend Melissa told me her boyfriend wanted to try anal sex, I was intrigued.
By Dark Cherry Collective6 years ago in Filthy
Secrets of the Beast
Zena Someone was watching me. Even though there were hundreds of pairs of eyes roaming around the dance floor, I knew that I was being watched. I glanced in every direction, trying to find the culprit, but no one was paying any attention to me. Shaking off the ominous feeling, my eyes scanned the gyrating bodies until I found my cousin Yurina. She was grinding against some guy she'd met only ten minutes ago.
By Scarlette La Rouge6 years ago in Filthy
She Loves Control
I arrived at the hotel, room 406 as she directed. This is a first, I think to myself. Admittedly I never thought a woman could demand me, let alone order me to her hotel room like I was room service. Perhaps I'm too privileged and too used to women jumping at the chance to bed me. The thought almost makes me feel guilty, but frankly, I'm more nervous than anything else. Suppressing the thought and the butterflies doing summersaults in my stomach, I knock on the door. Less than a moment passes and she opens the door and I'm quickly taken aback by her raw beauty. I quickly drink in the sight of her, taking note of the way her beautiful black waves fall past her shoulders. Standing in front of me with her black lace lingerie in full view under her silk robe and what looks to be a glass of whiskey in her hand, she motions me in. Taking a swig from the glass, she closes the door behind me and suddenly I'm anxious as I watch her cross the room. It's a foreign feeling to me. I've bedded many women, too many to count, but this woman gives off a vibe unlike anything I've ever encountered. Her eyes are cold as her gaze finally meets mine. She keeps her eyes on me as she puts the glass to her beautiful pouty lips once again and takes another sip. She doesn't wince at the liquor in her cup as she gulps it down. Her gaze holds mine and I can't help but look down avoiding the ice in her stare. My palms are sweaty and I can feel the pace of my heart quicken, I realize I'm in new territory. Hooking my thumbs into the pockets of my jeans I shrug in an awkward manner keeping my eyes down, my vulnerability evident in my stance.
By Iris Morales6 years ago in Filthy
Make Me Cry Hot, Salty Tears
Make me cry. Make me beg. Make me yours. Do it like this… Snarl at me. Tell me it’s time. That I’ve been bad and that I’ve had it coming. Grasp hold of me and drag me down over your legs. Make me cry out in shock at the ferocity of it.
By Dark Cherry Collective6 years ago in Filthy
OT's Bar Pt. 2
Kylie walked into the bar in her tightest jeans and a black tank top, her double D's popping out nicely as she slid behind the bar for her first night as a bartender. She was beginning to feel like nympho-barbie with how many jobs, guys and girls, and clothes she'd gone through. But she was really living, really enjoying her life and got to work. She was serving mostly beers as it was biker night when the youngest biker walked up.
By Kira Lydia G.6 years ago in Filthy
Old Timer's Bar
Kylie lived close to a couple bars, but walked to the one that also had an LGBTQ+ bar below it in the basement. Old Timer's was like most bars, dark, usually had a band playing, and cute waitresses. She wasn't there to look at the waitresses, but it was never a reason to not go. Tonight there was a band booked, one that she followed on a regular basis on Facebook. She arrived on foot, getting in after 10 PM or so. She sat at the bar and ordered a double pineapple upside down cake shot. The thick redhead was in the mood to get fucked up and make a mistake with someone. As she sat, a couple of local bikers came in and got their beers before looking over all the women in the place. The youngest biker who resembled Johnny Depp in Crybaby walked up to her, but flirted with the petite bartender. Kylie shot him a look before he got her a second drink.
By Kira Lydia G.6 years ago in Filthy
