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Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Late Night Loving
Ana was asleep in her bed next to her love, Damien. Her slumber was soon interrupted due to a sound she did not know the source of. After a few moments, she assumed it was Damien sleep talking again. He did it somewhat often. It was a quirky habit of his, and she found it amusing due to the fact that she couldn’t understand anything he was saying. In contrast to his usual tone, it was very loud and confident, so very different to his normal ways that Ana always giggled. It was one of the many things that Damien did that amused her.
By I Am A Pizza7 years ago in Filthy
The Sex I Have
Have you ever just had enough of people? Dealing with all of their drama and stress? Some people are just stressful to be around, ultimately stealing your joy and zest for life. Like huge emotional vacuums, they walk in and vent all of their grievances; at times making them up in hypothetical situations. After dumping all of this trash on you, they somehow look at you like you are the one ruining their day. Perhaps it is the look of horror on our face after we listen to 30 minutes of their bile, I don’t know…
By Vivian Heart7 years ago in Filthy
Sex with a Gentleman
I was watching her from across the restaurant. She was beautiful. The way she flipped her auburn hair when she laughed. Her bright red lipstick perfectly applied to her full heart shaped lips. I am guessing her eyes are blue, they look like they should be blue anyway. She had stood and walked to the ladies room, gliding across the floor like an angel. Her long black gown flirting around her ankles, just short enough to reveal her delicate stilettos. I smiled to myself as I watched her make it seem so effortless to walk in them; she was a natural. Her long legs, mmmm... I need to stop.
By Vivian Heart7 years ago in Filthy
Sex in Concourse D
Kicking off my black heels and placing them in the plastic tub, along with my purse and a small carry on, I shoved the grey tub onto the conveyor belt that brought my belongings to the security x-ray machine. Waiting my turn to walk through the metal detector I looked around at the other passengers who were doing the same thing, trying to get to the gate where their plane waited to fly them to their destination.
By Vivian Heart7 years ago in Filthy
Precious
My heart was beating a thousand miles a minute. My hands shaking with anticipation of what was to come. The moment the cab driver pulled up in front of your house, I stopped breathing. I felt you before I saw you, my breaths coming in slower pants, my tongue darting out to lick my lips. You were leaning against the front gate, looking as sinful as ever. We locked eyes as soon as I stepped out of the cab and you paid the driver. We didn't have to greet each other. Our heated gazes did that for us. And you obeyed the eagerness in your eyes by placing your hands on my waist, pulling me closer to you. My arms wrapped around you, the scent of your cologne making my clit throb with need. I inhaled your scent deeply and buried my face into your neck, my grip on you tightening, yours on me as well. Your crooked grin could kill me alone. Just like it always has. I kissed all the way up to your lips, but you stopped me before I could devour them. You took my face into your rugged hands and looked into my soul before you spoke.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Filthy
Covered and Smothered and Wet
The first time she heard about bukakke was by accident. Her friend brought it up in a joke, and she became rather intrigued about the idea. That night, she went home, took out her vibrator, and started to fantasize about being in a room full of men with rock hard cocks being brought to the edge, and unleashing their fluid all over her. It turned her on like crazy, and she thought about it for years. Every time it did enter her mind, she would get wet. Sometimes she would be at a restaurant, and she would look around. If she saw a table of men, she wondered what it would be like if all of them came over and jerked off onto her, right then and there.
By Jeff Watson7 years ago in Filthy
Vaca Sex
I had to give it a final shot, our vacation was almost over. I had to try and seduce him one more time. After twelve years of marriage we had fallen into a funk. But, I craved sex, wanted it more than anything lately. Unfortunately, he seemed to not want it at all.
By Vivian Heart7 years ago in Filthy
Love from the Ukraine
Something struck me about him when I saw his picture on an online dating app. I couldn't see his eyes, but his striking blonde hair, and his charming smile made me swipe right. Luckily for me, he had matched with me, and it wasn't long before I received a message from him. He introduced himself as Lane. We chatted back-and-forth about typical nonsense, and he soon had my number. I heard his voice for the first time the same day I matched with him, and it was high, but he had a very cute accent. He said he was from the Ukraine originally, and was adopted into the US by, apparently, a rich family. This didn't matter to me.
By Cynthia B.7 years ago in Filthy
Virginity Lost
The corn swayed as the wind tugged at the young stalks of corn that shielded them. They had spent their afternoons there since they were children. But, something was different about this afternoon. Donna laid on the ground, the sun shining down on her.
By Vivian Heart7 years ago in Filthy
