erotic
Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Sir
The rain pounded on the melting city, desperately trying to wash the sin out of the trampled streets. My arm extended from the doors of grand central as I felt the drops collect in my embracing palm. My umbrella shot to life, unruffling its vinyl wings and shaking the sleep off its hinges. As I walked down 42nd, my shoes tapped to the rhythm of the storm while my nose was caressed by the smell of the market, fresh loaves of bread lined up to be slit open, and all sorts of cheeses waiting to be poured over the severed bread, delicious murder. My feet suddenly pivoted as I was crossing Lexington. Like a school boy, I eyed the large building that loomed over me, staring down at me, secretive, mysterious, beckoning even. Sedating the fluttering umbrella, I entered the dark lobby. A distant ding rang through the halls as an elevator somewhere opened. The doorman sat at his desk, face silhouetted by the dim lamp that threw itself at him. His eyes were in one place but his mind was definitely in quite another. His throat, an old carburetor, sputtered as he focused his gaze on me. I nearly expected him to mutter “oil can,” but instead in a booming voice that shook his own frame, he said, “Welcome Monsieur, can I be of any assistance today?”
By Fredrick Morgan7 years ago in Filthy
Constant Distraction
My parents just always thought I had ADHD when in all actuality I had a completely different problem on my hands. I always kinda got upset about it. Mainly because I was another misdiagnosed kid, I never had ADHD. I just kinda had an obsession... It started when I was about eight: My mom had taken me to the grocery store with her, and on our trip she had made a stop by the meat counter. I was sitting in the cart, and, as she was making her choices, there was a clerk stocking pre-packaged meats in a case, I had a good view of the woman and when she turned to grab more packages off the rack beside her I was distracted by a completely different rack. She was quite a busty woman, I couldn’t break my attention from her until my mom came back to move the cart. The first thing out of my mouth was, "Mommy way are that ladies boobs so big?" I was young, naive, and my mother was the only other chest I had paid any attention to. I was curious and confused. How could she handle having a chest like that? Is it because she had more kids than my mom? Or did she do something to make them that way? It didn’t take me long to realize that my questions and curiosity were wrong. My mother had scolded me and pushed me off in our cart away from the woman, telling me to not be so rude.
By Velvet Shodun7 years ago in Filthy
Invasion
The smell of blood was everywhere. The charcoal boats they had boarded from could still be heard bobbing against the rocky shores. They hadn't pushed very far to have obliterated their enemy so quickly. Trygg wiped the battle from his face with a rag and looked about. His men were already ransacking the camps of the enemy, bringing whole animal skins, casks of wine and salted meats to the tent is his army's now being constructed. He sat on a nearby monstrosity of a rock and began removing his armor. His pale skin looked almost translucent with the crimson stains that covered him. His blonde hair now pink with savagery. The water at the shore was far too violent to wash, so he made for large, still standing tent in the hopes of a wash basin. Just passed the flaps, he was surprised to find a tub with water still steaming in it. This peaked him, as he didn't see any naked soldiers dead on the field. He circled the area slowly, and behind a wall map, he saw feet sticking out below. A woman's feet.
By Pandora Darkblood7 years ago in Filthy
The Performance
La Maison de le Joyeux was an unconventional type of theatre. Not only in what was shown but how and who it was shown to. The features varied from simple orgies to the darkest display of degradation for unspeakable prices. Naturally, the spectators were shamelessly rich and all lavished in different fashions. Each performance took place on beautifully decorated stages and intricate sets, while each audiences' section was divided carefully. The front and middle aisles were reserved for frequent attendees and participants while the back and flanked rows were for the new and curious. Tonight was their debut in the Letting Room. Liana and Spencer, husband and wife, had been attendees of the theatre for years. It's how they met, and together they had known a life of pleasure most only dream of. Spencer had been practicing endlessly to perfect his piano so that he could play the songs he loved flawlessly. This started to cut into their sex life because they were constantly screwing. Six years and not a night had passed that they both weren't breathless and battered by sunrise. During his piano perfectionist period, Liana had to get more creative. He was driven when it came to his music and not even the temptress of his very soul could turn his head, she knew this of him. Instead, she challenged him to withstand her tearing at his flesh, which he was particularly fond of, while he continued to play. He fucked her madly on top of the piano at the suggestion alone. This is why he loved her, married her, made her his. She knew him so well.
By Pandora Darkblood7 years ago in Filthy
Homecoming
The train pulled into the station and she began to breathe heavily. It had been 8 long months since the last time she was near him. An eternity for souls that have mated. The steam from the engine surrounded her, causing her blonde locks to tumble further to her face, and the screams of the whistles barely drowned out the pounding of her heart. People began to shuffle off the platform and with each new shadow, her pulse quickened. She fears she may faint soon. Suddenly, she felt woozy and took in a sharp breath. He was near. Her eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on her truest and deepest weakness. He had already seen her, for his penetrating eyes were already fixed. He glided through the mass of people as if they parted ways for him. His tall and slender build made him less than overwhelming, but his gait and movements commanded others to cower and gape, which they did. He crossed the distance between them and embraced her quickly. Spectators turned as such a public display was considered wanton. She cared nothing for the eyes that leered, only his arms around her. She softened against him and whimpered a sigh of rapture into his ear. He was hard immediately. She pulled back and looked into his strange colored eyes.
By Pandora Darkblood7 years ago in Filthy
Green Monster
The fire was building, he could feel it as he turned each corner. The closer he came to his destination, the hotter it became. The red crept into his vision and his breathing grew more ragged. The monster was unleashing and he looked around, almost frightened for the public around him. Almost. Soon the guttural sounds within him were rising and he was sure they would escape him before he made it. Around the last corner. Stalked to the French doors and threw them open. Took the stairs three at a time and nearly kicked down the tall white door at the end of the hall. There she lay, draped across the bed with her dark hair flowing down her body. Her powder blue nightgown barely covered her frame and a wicked smile curved on her lips, as if she knew, as if she had called to him...
By Pandora Darkblood7 years ago in Filthy
The Ritual
"Are you ready?" the thin older butler asked, with his hand on the door. He nodded stiffly and the latch swung open. A long aisle lined with small sculptures of nymphs made of ebony colored wood leads to an ornate alter decorated with more limbs tangled and intertwined of the same dark material. Atop the piece was a stretch of crimson silk that billowed down the side. Extended candelabras were ablaze with black candles that illuminated the room. Off to the left was another door that suddenly opened and shed more light into the room. It was time.
By Pandora Darkblood7 years ago in Filthy
Kadie's Fantasies (Pt. 13)
Will and Kadie both laid in each other's arms after they made love and they weren't sure what to do... how to keep going. Eventually, Kadie sat up, causing Will to follow her lead and sit up with her, facing her and holding her close. "What's wrong?" he whispered. But he knew. They both knew.
By Jasmin Rivas7 years ago in Filthy
The Hungry Suck
I sneaked into the kitchen before a shower, wearing only a t-shirt. I only wanted to check dinner, and maybe grab a little something to quell my hunger. I knew you would be home soon, so my goal was for me to be showered and refreshed, and dinner ready... and I was running out of time. The food looked great, and the fragrance made my gut grumble.I grabbed a few grapes from a container in the refrigerator, relishing the crunchy pop they made when I bit them, and the juicy, sweet interiors.
By LP Steinbeck7 years ago in Filthy
