erotic
Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Sophia and the Pool Boy
Lucas tried to keep his mind on cleaning the pool but the blond woman drinking coffee on the patio had captured his attention. A low hedge kept him seeing all of her, but what he could see, he wanted. She was wearing a low-cut top and her long hair was in a ponytail. He knew she was the new house sitter and would be there for a month keeping an eye on the estate while the owners were in Africa on safari.
By Jean Sumrall6 years ago in Filthy
The Threesome
The bar was crowded in the classic Victorian home that had been remodeled into a bed and breakfast. Sitting in a corner near the fireplace, a lone guitarist played a variety of love songs while a couple slow danced near him. The patrons were a mix of locals, guests and vacationers. Behind the bar were two mixologists; a sexy, stacked blond woman and an equally sexy, well-built man. They served up drinks, sexual innuendos, and flirtatious comments to all who sat at the bar.
By Jean Sumrall6 years ago in Filthy
Schoolhouse Sex
The early morning air was invigorating. In the pre-dawn light, Hannah groomed her horse in the breezeway of the stable. Sheba, a four-year old roan mare, quietly munched her breakfast of sweet feed and alfalfa pellets from a bucket. She had no idea of the long day ahead of her to the Manzana School House and back. The building was over 100 years old and built by the early settlers in the area.
By Jean Sumrall6 years ago in Filthy
The Man in the Black Corvette
Samiya and Nagwa sat at a table sipping a beer they had split. Customers were beginning to come into the Greek restaurant where they performed a belly dance show every Friday night. They both took notice of the sleek, black Corvette that pulled into the parking lot. The driver maneuvered it into a spot and got out.
By Jean Sumrall7 years ago in Filthy
Shower Sex
Jessamine drove with a heat between her thighs that she couldn't quite contain. She had been waiting for this moment all day—all week, the moment she could meet with her soldier. It wasn't a long drive to his apartment. She knew that this was her one moment all week to release all of the stress and troubles of her job and life.
By Jasmin Rivas7 years ago in Filthy
**For Ladies Only**
Imagine if you will, there is a knock on your door. You peek out the peephole to see who it is. You’re pleasantly surprised! There’s a hunk of a man standing far enough back from the door to reveal his lean torso, and oh-so-handsome face. He is wearing a smile that causes your insides to quiver. He holds up an envelope in his hands so you can see it.
By Jean Sumrall7 years ago in Filthy
Love Is Blind
The bedroom was softly lit with candles and the musky scent of incense drifted on the air. Silk sheets covered the mattress, providing some cooling relief from the hot afternoon heat of the fading day. The blankets were lying on the floor, no longer needed.
By Jean Sumrall7 years ago in Filthy
Sex on the Grass
I was nervous as he turned the truck onto a dirt road that led deep into the national forest. I was about to begin a driving lesson on back-roading. Pulling over to the side of the road, he got out and so did I. He met me as I walked around to the driver side and kissed me deeply. I was also nervous and excited because I knew that as some point, we would make love.
By Jean Sumrall7 years ago in Filthy
Too Much Lube Violates TSA Requirements
Mandy was married. I was single. Mandy was also my second lover. She was the one that turned sleeping with married women into a fetish: the hurried late night texts; the secret confessions; the “I’ve never done this before” comments.
By Ted Areolash7 years ago in Filthy
Premarital Sexcapades
July in Georgia is always a hot and sticky time of year. Guests fanned magazines in one hand in an attempt to create an artificial breeze. Swinging their other hand in the air trying to deter the gnats that swarmed around their head. The wedding was scheduled to start twenty minutes ago. Jitters hit the bride and her bridesmaids were doing everything they could to get her to the altar. In the meantime, people were wilting in their seats.
By Vivian Heart7 years ago in Filthy
Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy
I’d been planning this for a few days. I had my cowboy hat, my chaps and a container of frosting. I had enlisted a friend who helped apply the frosting to my nipples in the shape of a star. We were laughing so hard it was difficult for her to get the star shape right.
By Jean Sumrall7 years ago in Filthy
