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Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Milkshake
“I’ll take a vanilla milkshake, and a water with extra ice.” Audrey said to the waitress with a huge, innocent smile. “I’d like...uuhh...the spaghetti, but instead of meatballs, can you do potatoes? I’ll pay extra if I have to.” I wanted the waitress to know I don’t eat meat, without saying “I’m vegan” because people always feel a way about that. “You don’t want a milkshake?” Audrey asked me coyly. “No, Audrey, I don’t.” I rolled my eyes. She always does that. Tries to tempt me to animal products. It never works.
By Pryia Blunt6 years ago in Filthy
Session 4/18/20
I sit, naked, waiting. The floor is covered in butcher paper, shiny side down, duct taped in place. In case things get messy. I’m sure things will get messy. There are three small space heaters, arranged in a triangle around me. The room is comfortably warm. But I couldn’t stop shivering. I think I’m nervous. Odd.
By Pryia Blunt6 years ago in Filthy
The Moment
Well...This is it. This is when you and I will decide if everything was worth it. The months of talking, texting, flirting. Little random pictures we would send each other. We never really talked about it. But we both knew if we ever had a moment, we were going to take that step. In the back of my mind, I always wondered if I would be good enough for you. From a friendship level, we always clicked. We could laugh at just about everything. But I had a fear that I couldn't please you like you deserved to be pleased. Part of me was actually afraid to go to that next level. But I'm a man. Only one way to find out.
By Ryan Henderson6 years ago in Filthy
I Cumed all over his face on top of the canel boat!
I was out with a friend one day. It was a very boring day. He were trying to figure out something that we were able to do together that would be fun for us both. I decided that we should walk along the canel listen to music and have a catch up with one another.
By Crazy story writer ✍️ 6 years ago in Filthy
An odd but pleasant day
It was an odd day. I did not expect there to be anything special about this particular day but there was, I got up and decided that it was going to be a great day. Slowly but surely I made my way out of bed not being able to feel my shoulder or left hand; and that was pretty normal.
By _TheBlackForeignMedia6 years ago in Filthy
Nights of Passion
In the warmth of the room, a gentle breeze flickers the on looking flames of the vanilla scented candles filling the room. You glare across the room and through the bathroom door. The tub is filled, though all you are able to see are the rose pedals covering the surface of the water. Despite the fact that the faucet is turned off it seems as though the pedals are dancing on the water. Slowly something enters your vision on your right side… it’s a single rose being offered as I reach around your body. Before you can turn to face me, my chest is pushed against your back closely. You take the rose from my hand and as you lift it to your nose to softly take in its scent, my fingertips gently run through your hair brushing it lightly off of your neck. As my left hand falls tenderly upon your abdomen, and you feel slow waves of heat upon your neck- telling you my lips are close to your skin- you set the rose down lovingly upon the bed. You begin to wonder how all of that you see came about as you slept peacefully just moments ago.
By Timothy A Rowland6 years ago in Filthy
Frustration Rage Sex
I’m sitting and arguing with the computer for the second hour. The computer, the programs, nothing is working like it should. I’m in a bad mood. I hear you walking around and obviously; you’re in a good mood. You’re bouncing around and I can hear you being cheerful. I like when you’re happy, but right now; it’s getting to me…and not in a good way.
By Timothy A Rowland6 years ago in Filthy
Rain of Pleasure
It was a warm summer night when we decided to take a long walk. He left his home and I left mine, then we walked until we met up. Our time was frozen in a moment where cell phones didn’t exist. We only had the anticipation of seeing each other to comfort us as we walked. The rustling of the trees and wind sounds of the night laid the path of a poetic symphony. I thought about the conversation we would have once we connected and smiled. Around him I could always be a version of me that didn’t require a filter. With him I always felt so relaxed like his mere presence drifted us into a world where only we exist. That me was a different type of me and that was a feeling I never felt before. I was falling in love with him the more we spent time together. The anticipation of seeing him was growing more now with each step that I took. Even though I was extremely happy to see him a part of me couldn’t help but wonder if he was really coming. What if I was making this walk alone and he was at home relaxing? One question became many and soon birthed a worry. Still I kept walking. It didn’t take long for me to see him in the distance. I had to compose myself to keep from letting my excitement show. I did walk a little swifter than before to catch up to him quicker. When he saw me, he ran to me as it seems he was just as excited as I was.
By K.S. Grice 6 years ago in Filthy
