erotic

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

His Brat–Part Six
We walk into the building and order food, once again silence is present, torturing my mind, wondering what he is thinking right now.
By Author Billiejo Priestley7 years ago in Filthy
Horny at Work?!
UHG! I absolutely detest writer's block! I'm not sure if my creative juice flow section is low or if it's the fact that my juices haven't been flowing as they should, either way it's been a conundrum of sorts. Times like these is when I am extremely thankful and grateful to the people in my inbox that feel so comfortable talking to me that they'll tell me anything and everything—a.k.a my audience participation section is popping OKUR! (Yes Cardi, I will be using your catch phrase until you copyright it and even then you're going to have to catch me to get me to pay for using it! With love, Kai Storm.)
By Kai Storm7 years ago in Filthy
Forbidden
Maria couldn't explain it, she had always been this way. She would never admit it to anyone, but she had a secret fetish of wanting to be fucked by an older man. Every time she would masturbate, it would be to a porn of an older man ravishing young pussy. There was just something about it that turned her on so much. Maybe because in the movies she watched when she was younger, the older guy never got what he wanted from a younger girl, so to see him actually get what he wanted, satisfied her so much.
By I Am A Pizza7 years ago in Filthy
Barbershop Rendezvous: A Haircutting Fetish
Darla was bashful, but pretty. Her figure was curvy, strong, and she often wore long sweaters with leggings. Wedge heeled boots or shoes would compliment her style. Darla's features were soft, petite, with shiny green eyes and a tanned complexion sprinkled with freckles. Generous waves of dark auburn hair framed her face, and drew the attention of many.
By Vicki C7 years ago in Filthy
Tell Me a Story
I watched him as he read the stories I’d only partially planned on him ever reading. Stories of my fantasies of us, of things I wanted to do with and to him. I wasn’t worried what he’d think. But I had written them while he, himself, was still a fantasy. The idea of sharing them with him had been a far off distant curiosity that I thought may never be fulfilled.
By Angelique Michaels7 years ago in Filthy
Her Dragon
"It doesn't matter," I insisted, as soon as he closed the cabin door behind him, sending a cold draft throughout the eerie place. Its been in my family for many generations, and the residual energy crawling out of every crevice was slowly seeping further into my skin every second I stayed in here.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Filthy
Henry's Nightly Visitor
It was dark and the only light that shined into Henry’s bedroom was the shimmering light of the full moon from outside his window. He had, had a hard day at work, and was exhausted, so he went to bed early. As he lay in his bed before drifting off to sleep, he thought of how exciting and fulfilling his life would be if he had someone to hold at night.
By Brandi Payne7 years ago in Filthy
Me And You
Me and Ashley, who was my best friend growing up, were walking down the street. We had just parked the car so we could sight see the busy areas and maybe buy some fun stuff. We always did everything together since we were kids. Shopping, skating and anything else girls like to do. So why did today change into something more?
By Johnathan Hunt7 years ago in Filthy
NSFW Subreddits You Need to See
Reddit remains a versatile website full of numerous subreddits devoted toward certain communities who wish to see something incredible, so it was only a matter of time before NSFW Subreddits sprang up. NSFW means, of course, Not Safe For Work--porn. Sexy stuff.
By Miranda O'Conner7 years ago in Filthy
Blown in the Book Room
She stood out in front of the campus coffee house, a worn, rag-doll of a girl in a large, fuzzy fake fur, with dust in the razor-sharp creases of her face. Thin, with dirty blonde hair and bright pink lips. Or were they a sort of off-red? I can't remember the tiny details.
By Tom Baker7 years ago in Filthy
The Coffee Tavern
KORIN He's behind the counter mixing drinks, shoulder length dark brown hair, strong features, and a sexy smile. His hair pulled back into an unkempt man bun, I watch him from my favorite booth by the wall. The simple act of him making drinks has me wet. I blame the three white Russians, and the cocktail cake that I'd consumed.
By Lizzy Wilson7 years ago in Filthy
Body Paint!
Recently via Instagram, I discovered that I have a newfound love for body paint. Art has always been a secret love and my tattoos are my form of body paint on a more permanent note. I've seen a lot of people rocking henna tattoos which I found very interesting but for me, body painting raises the bar. In the right artist's hand, your body can become a Basquiat piece of some sorts. This new turn on of mine began when I started following this wonderful woman from Texas named Mahala Preudhomme aka Preudhommeart. Her page is chock-full of the most seductive pieces I've ever seen in my life; from wall paintings to portraits, this woman is a true artist and if I had the money and travel time, I would go to Texas to not only meet her in person but to also see what kind of "piece" she would turn my body into. Instead of just letting this idea go into the SHOULD HAVE pile, I decided to do some research to see if I could find a local body painting artist in my area that could make my thoughts possible without getting on a plane.
By Kai Storm7 years ago in Filthy