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

Diving: The Deepest Orgasm (Part Four)
Sherry's fingers rested lightly on the keyboard, and she sighed heavily as she re-read her one line email to Charles. "I am free today. Is there any reason why we couldn't be together?"
By LP Steinbeck8 years ago in Filthy
Make Love to Me...In Front of the Camera?!
This particular fantasy has been on my mind for a while...something I've been cooking up in my head for some time now. I was on my way to work one day and while sleeping on the train the fantasy appeared in my head like a dream. I was in the bedroom already, wearing a see-through purple lace dress and sipping on a glass of chardonnay. He walked into the bedroom, wearing black silk boxers and sipping his own glass of chardonnay. The photographer was at his post on the far left, camera ready & focused on the scene in front of him. As if the photographer wasn't there, he proceeded to come towards me, put down his glass and take mine out of my hand only to throw me down on the bed, rip off my dress and hungrily grab my legs; KISS THE PUSSY TIME! I moan, I grind my hips, he makes sounds along with me; CLICK CLICK the photographer captures every moment, every sweat drop from my forehead, every lick of the tongue on my clit. Before I cum I decide to give him a little slip n slide so I switched to a sixty nine position. Slurps n licks on both ends were captured on film & we continued to let out our freaks within. We shared powerful orgasms at the same time and I took this as an opportunity to ride my wood; we cried out each other's names and the photographer's camera captured it all. We reached our peak together and kissed each other with passion; we then laughed as we looked at the camera, proud of our recent action.
By Kai Storm8 years ago in Filthy
Time Stands Still
“Take your shirt off,” he ordered quietly. He switched his music playlist to something more relaxing rather than upbeat. I think it was a mix of Blue Foundation and Bon Iver. Pretty good music to get high to, if you ask me. I took my shirt off and tried to relax on my stomach. His sheets were fluffy, comfortable, like marshmallows. It was so hard to stay awake.
By Aurea Gonzalez8 years ago in Filthy
Halloween Carnival Series: Biting The Dare
Why did I ever think picking dare was a good idea? It was pitch black in these woods, fog creeping about in-between the trees, the sound of crunching leaves beneath my boots echoed throughout the air. I didn't care if I looked like a loser for not following through with this dare. I wasn't about to die out here alone.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Two Girls and a Drink
He needed a drink. Or five. All this stress was giving him a migraine and he wasn't too happy about it. Clara was coming over in a few minutes and he needed to figure out what to say to her. Things had progressed between them since the high school reunion and he hadn't meant for her to find out this way. It wasn't his fault he was attracted to two women. And it certainly wasn't his fault they both decided to befriend each other while he was dating both. He made sure to tell them it wasn't exclusive, but somehow, it all blew up in his face.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
P***y Mileage!
Pussy mileage? Yes! I know my ladies are looking at me with the meanest side eye right now, and yes, I feel your daggers aimed straight at me, my Queens, but hold on, let me explain BEFORE you ban me. You see, not long ago I was having a discussion with my husband where I was pissed at another woman... a younger woman, I should add. Without thinking, I said to my husband, "Bitch better respect my shit. My pussy has more mileage than hers. Therefore, I earned my spot and she should be bowing down!"
By Kai Storm8 years ago in Filthy
Sex and Where to Try It
Sex is great to have, whoever and whenever you can. There are many places to try and many ways to try. What you might not consider is the variety. There are, of course, pros and cons for everywhere, but many locations are possible. The variety can be good for your relationships, it can add spice, and changes are always good. Also, the occasional thrill and hint of risk can be good as well, although you do have to be a little bit careful.
By ASHLEY SMITH8 years ago in Filthy
Time Stands Still. Top Story - October 2017.
This wasn’t the first time I was meeting Jacob. I have Skyped a few times with him, just to get a better idea of what he was like before I decided to go and shoot with him. We went over ideas, wardrobe, themes, and decided to go with an American Apparel type feel of a shoot. So yes, this was the first time I was going to meet him physically in person, but I wasn’t shy. Just a little reserved at first, as I usually am.
By Aurea Gonzalez8 years ago in Filthy
If That's Your Girl Why She...
Ninety nine percent of the stories I create represent a fictional dollar out of a real life moment, aka fifteen cents. I personally think that the writing gods that walk with me put me in situations or shall I say witness to situations that automatically develop into a story. I'm a generous motherfucker so I share my crazy thoughts with you in my books and these blogs. I continuously thank everyone that reads and enjoys my so called "wild thoughts." This particular moment derived from observing some strange behaviors of my neighbors. Let's get into this one, shall we?!
By Kai Storm8 years ago in Filthy
Office Rules
"Yes, daddy," she moaned, "Yes, baby just like that." She bit down on my neck as she shakes, trying to muffle the scream that was about to escape from her mouth. I dislodged her teeth from me as I move to leave my own mark on her neck. She sucked in a deep breath, feeling the pain that ignites her pleasure.
By Yae Yae8 years ago in Filthy
A Night With You (Part 1)
I've anticipated coming here tonight for a few days now. You told me this would be an unforgettable night, and I know that you never disappoint.
By Ethan Alcott8 years ago in Filthy
Halloween Carnival Series: Naughty Gypsy
Normally, I would be the first of the carnival workers to be excited for the costume contest we held annually. But this year, my wreck of a love life had really taken its toll on me, and my mood has been affecting my charisma for the art of costume selling. Its so bad, I only came to work with cat ears and some black press on nails.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy