erotic
Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
I Want....by Salty Vixen
I want you alone. Go find yourself a quiet, private place. I don’t want you being disturbed, not for a second. Choose somewhere comfortable. Perhaps some place with a window, so that the rays of the afternoon sun can find you, warm you, caress your skin. Or your bedroom after the sun has set, when the sinful darkness reigns and pools around your soft bed. I want you in a place where you can relax, where you can let yourself go. A place where you can close your eyes, and see your fantasies.
By Salty Vixenabout a year ago in Filthy
My Turn, Your Turn A VERY HOT Sex Story by Salty Vixen
This feels so deliciously naughty. I wait for her, very impatiently, in the back of the restaurant near her office, trying to look inconspicuous leaning against the wall by the pay phone in between the bathrooms. I try to look like I'm engrossed in checking messages on my phone, but I'm keeping track of which restroom has people in it. Someone goes in one, someone comes out of the other, how am I supposed to keep track of this when all I can think about is her? Where is she? I can't wait much longer.
By Salty Vixenabout a year ago in Filthy
Magical Incest
The first man who told me I love you was a twenty year old teenager, he said it seconds before penetrating me for the first time, we were naked, he was on top of me, he looked at me as if asking for permission, I moved my head "affirmatively" and he nailed me, ayyyggg I exclaimed, we kissed, he closed his eyes, he told me I love you again, and moaning he added
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
Good Clean Fun- A Hot Masturbation Story by Salty Vixen
As I brushed my teeth the thought suddenly occurred to me; the battery operated toothbrush could have more than one use. I rinsed my mouth quietly, lest my overly inquisitive husband hear me, then looked to see if we had an extra bush attachment (of course we did, my compulsive darling would have to have bought at least four extras for backup). I popped the new head on and applied the spinning brush to my nipples, and then further south. I gasped with delight at the sensation. Yes! This would provide a nice spark of pleasure to what was destined to be a miserable evening.
By Salty Vixenabout a year ago in Filthy
Welcome Home-Dedicated to my lover by Salty Vixen
Kate stood from the kitchen table and walked towards the front door after hearing his car pull into the drive. The day had been long, and hours of masturbation had only awakened the wanton woman within. This would be one welcome home he would remember for a long, long time.
By Salty Vixenabout a year ago in Filthy
Secret Agent by Salty Vixen
Callie stood on the sidewalk staring up at the mile-high glass office building, trying to swallow the pounding of her heart in her throat. People weaved around and jostled her small form, a few of them swearing, most of them just giving her a quick, annoyed glance before hurrying on. So this is New York, and I’m officially insane.
By Salty Vixenabout a year ago in Filthy
Laura's night
Laura's Night The city vibrated under the fine rain that fell on Barcelona, transforming the street lights into hypnotic reflections. From the window of her apartment, Laura watched the movement of the cars and the shadows that lengthened on the sidewalk.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
Morning Glory by Salty Vixen
It's 6am. I wake and stretch, looking over at your naked sleeping body with a smile. Your delicious cock hangs exhausted, contrasting the strength it showed only hours earlier. I toy momentarily with the idea of waking you, but dismiss it--remembering the activities of the night before. You must be tired! I roll out of bed slowly, so as not to jostle you, and make my way to the bathroom. I brush my teeth while I wait for the water in the shower to heat up, smiling in reflection of the previous evening. I step into the steamy shower and sigh as hot water cascades down my body soothing away the kinks of the night.
By Salty Vixenabout a year ago in Filthy
Without Words by Salty Vixen
He sat in his customary corner booth, his eyes as dark and shimmery as sealskin. He had been staring at me for most of the evening, making me feel uncomfortable, yet curiously aroused. His skin was the color of olives fresh from the vine. I was certain he was of Mediterranean heritage, perhaps Greek.
By Salty Vixenabout a year ago in Filthy
