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

Her First Time in Ecstasy
Lola was a shy girl with black hair and supple skin. She was educated and sweet. Unfortunately, her sex life was bleak and frightening; abuse led her to believe that her vision of "the one" was a mere fairy-tale, unobtainable.
By Lizzy Mae8 years ago in Filthy
I Win
I keep fantasizing about your hands gripping my thighs. Your hot breath on my ear. The indentation of your thick fingers on my thigh meat. The shadow your fingertips cast is as infinite as my desire. How your skin resists as I bite it through my pain. Your grip tightens as you push into me, the shadow of desire growing deeper. It’s slow and tentative at first, but it gets easier as I get wetter from arousal. Your breathing gets deeper while I hold mine as long as I can before gasping.
By Amanda Lyons8 years ago in Filthy
The Seductive Barber
Callie was relaxed, naked, and leaned back in the reclined barber chair. Ricardo stood over her now, feeling satisfied and wanting her to experience an orgasm that would surpass her wildest expectations. He knew instinctively, from months of careful observation: she was intrigued with the barbershop. Maybe, he thought, she had a fetish for this place, the world of barbering and haircutting.
By Vicki C8 years ago in Filthy
Angel of Release
Angelina sat naked on her velvet stool. She wiggled her ass cheeks against the plush feeling of the crushed velvet. She felt a tugging in her lower belly as she rubbed herself against the fabric. She leaned forward and expertly applied her makeup. Pancake foundation followed by powder. Smoky eyes, pink cheeks, and lips. A swipe of black eyeliner and a fluff of her hair and she was done. She expertly pulled and tucked her cock into her ass-cheeks and slipped on her satin panties.
By Annika Devaki8 years ago in Filthy
Welcome Home
I use the key that you gave me just a few days ago and let myself into what is now your new home. I have been going crazy trying to figure out a way to “welcome you home” with the perfect housewarming gift. But what do you need? Curtains? Dishes? Sheets? Nothing seemed right to me… But I still wanted to something to celebrate and welcome you to the next chapter in your journey.
By Annika Devaki8 years ago in Filthy
The Best Hangover Cure
I walk in the front door and put a few groceries on the counter. I know you tied one on with the boys last night and want to surprise you with breakfast. I pour a glass of water and a grab a couple of Advil from the cabinet. I go to the bedroom where you are sprawled, barely undressed, your t-shirt up around your belly.
By M Taylor8 years ago in Filthy
Raw n' Real vs. Set Up n' Scripted!
Based on the fact that I write erotic blogs, have written a BDSM story or two, and I come straight to the point no matter what subject, that alone should tell you that I may have perused the site. I can't exactly remember how I came in contact with Pornhub (the heavy weed smoker that I am makes things in my past a bit blurry....don't judge me, join me) but it could've happened in any one of the three ways. Pornhub does get mentioned a lot in social media circuits, conversations, and jokes, so I could've overheard someone talking about it (with my nosy ass). Another way could've been via an inbox message, as I often get messages from all kinds of people from all parts of the world. A good percentage of my inbox messages are full of information I don't want, have no interest in, or can't afford to look at because it's involving monies that I just don't have. The possibility of someone sending me a Pornhub link and me clicking & thoroughly enjoying the video might also be a possibility as to how I connected with the site, but nobody's admitting that right now. I'm sure you can agree with me that we can wait to get clarity on that. Another way that I could have connected with Pornhub is I often turn to my best snitch on staff, aka Google when I'm doing 'research' on things to write about in these blogs. My 'research' always tends to lead me to erotic pictures, memes, and yes, videos full of sexual content so the possibility of finding a Pornhub link would definitely exist there. Whatever you believe is the right answer is for the big question: HOW DID KAI STORM FIND PORNHUB? is not something that needs to be discussed out loud....at least not where I can hear you. What I do want to discuss is the quality of the content in a raw n' real video versus the set up n' scripted videos.
By Kai Storm8 years ago in Filthy
Touch Me Harder in the Hotel Room
It was Friday morning and Dylan and I headed for a weekend vacation in Vegas to see a concert. Lately, we have been so busy that we hardly get to see each other with me working two nursing jobs and Dylan working nonstop. The money was great, but the sex was lacking and trust me we both desperately needed OUR time together. So, we packed up and hit the road, having to drive a whole five hours in a car trying extra hard not to pull over and just have our way with each other was torturous. I could feel his abs through his shirt and the way his hand ever so softly ran up and down my bare leg made my body tingle. I couldn’t sit still in my seat while my body ached for his sensual touch. We finally made it into our hotel room which had a type of bench seating in the living room overlooking crystal clear pools and the Vegas strip with a king bed and an extra big shower in just the next room over.
By Dolly Mae8 years ago in Filthy
Bound and Teased
You finish tying the last knot at my ankle, having already splayed me across the four corners of the bed, blindfolded me, and taken your time doing your work. My anticipation in these few minutes has waxed and waned more than once as I patiently wait for you. Next, you place a pair of noise-canceling headphones over my ears. A playlist has already begun. It’s a deep, sexy jazz number full of longing notes from the trumpet and dark waves from the saxophone washing over me. Familiar with your practices in teasing and disciplining me, I know that just as I’m settling into its embrace it will change, turn my brain over, and send me spinning along a new path I can’t navigate without you leading me.
By M Taylor8 years ago in Filthy
"Spank Me...Please" (Part One)
Leah knew he was dominant, because he had told her, but what did it mean? She remembered the first time in his arms, as he explored her body, feeling places on her no man had touched in months, and some no man had touched in years. Those inaugural communications between their eyes, their flesh, and quiet murmurings had left her in a state of perpetual, primitive lust. He had taken his time, and she now knew he had learned what he could do to every place of her being, with contact that was tender, inquisitive, and sometimes, almost too much. He had taken her nipple between his fingers, and for a nipple so soft, so long since known by a man, it had made her gasp, and say, "Please..." in a way that was close to a whimper. Immediately he released the nipple, and told her,
By LP Steinbeck8 years ago in Filthy
The Marker
“Ma'am you are going to have to wait until the marker is off the table before you take your money.” Willie the roulette table operator chastised me sufficiently and I snatched my hand back away from my pastel lavender chips. I felt my face go red and hot and I looked away until the clear, cylindrical shaped object, the marker, was removed from play.
By Annika Devaki8 years ago in Filthy
Three Way Was Thee Way!
It's only 6 AM and I am up sitting on my couch gazing out my window at the waves hitting the shore. I had just packed up my husband’s lunch and sent him on his way. See my husband and I have been married only two years before the intimacy stopped. He became more tired from work… At least that is the excuse he gave me every time I tried to persuade him into making love to me. I couldn’t figure out the problem, but I knew 100 percent my husband was faithful. I love my husband so very much and I am completely faithful too which is why being a horny wife is not easy. I have tried all types of toys from dildos to riding chairs, but nothing seemed to really do it for me. My body craved human touch, human flesh colliding against each other while both breathing heavily.
By Dolly Mae8 years ago in Filthy