erotic
Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Backdoor Birthday Treat?
Birthday’s lose their shine in your 30s, and I feel a little guilty to admit it, but I’d usually rather just carry on with my day as normal. I don’t get excited by presents anymore, I have what I want, and I don’t enjoy all the attention and all the fuss. Like this year. I was taken out to dinner by my family, and as much as I love them all, they’re exhausting.
By Dark Cherry Collective6 years ago in Filthy
The First Time I Was Spanked
He knows I like it rough. He knows I enjoy a bit of a struggle; how much it turns me on when he overpowers me; how I love it when he’s mean. He knows not to stop unless I use our safe word. I don’t think he planned to spank me that evening though.
By Dark Cherry Collective6 years ago in Filthy
Honey in the Bum?
Whenever my wife feels like I’m asking for too much, she turns to me and asks if I want honey in the bum too? Before I met her, I’d never heard anyone say that. She claimed it was a popular expression in Poland though, that it was totally normal.
By Dark Cherry Collective6 years ago in Filthy
Lessons Learned
When we are moved to such a state of hysteria so as to conclude we are “in love”, can we ever really know the true object of our affection? Is it really her? Or him? Or is it the person we become in their presence that leads us to feel that we “love” them? If that is the case, is it fair to say that we only ever really love ourselves? Though I have thought about this far too much, I doubt I'll ever reach a conclusion. It seems to be a question without an answer.
By Heather Richmond6 years ago in Filthy
Access
She watched as her own shaking hand turned the key, unlocking the door that led to him. She willed the trembling to stop. He would hate it, after all, if he sensed her desire too soon. If he saw her need. So, as she always did while with him, she pushed it down. For the moment, at least. She stepped into the warm glow of the apartment's entryway and heard him in his office, making his words, putting them together for the pleasure of everyone except her. “Ah, you are done, huh? How was he?”
By Heather Richmond6 years ago in Filthy
The Curious Incident of the Blowjob in the Night-Time
I was staring at an empty wine bottle and thinking about how I really needed to get to bed when it happened. The lights were off in my apartment except for the TV, and I was drunk and drowsy, but then my front door slammed open, and suddenly I was fully awake.
By Dark Cherry Collective6 years ago in Filthy
