erotic
Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
The Stripper Who Used Me
She said she liked me, really liked me. But then, lap dancers always say that. Right? She kept saying it though. She whispered it in my ear as she rubbed her breasts in my face. She looked over her shoulder and giggled at me as she ground her arse into my crotch. She told me she liked me so much she was blushing. She said she wasn’t usually like this. She was a great actress, a natural. I almost believed her.
By Dark Cherry Collective7 years ago in Filthy
After Dinner Disgrace
Someone once told me you can tell the difference between a cheap suit and an expensive one from a mile away. I was dubious, but perhaps they were right. As the suit He wore looked like a work of art. It was so sharp it must have been cut with razor blades. The material was so sumptuous it likely cost more than someone like me would make in a lifetime. He sat at the table before us and ate alone.
By Dark Cherry Collective7 years ago in Filthy
Watching My Wife with Her Lover
It’s not as comfortable as I imagined it would be in the closet. It’s hot and stuffy. The clothes hanging around me sit on my shoulders and on my head. There are too many shoes in here to sit comfortably. I should have bought some sort of seat. I have a perfect view of the bed through the crack in the door, though.
By Dark Cherry Collective7 years ago in Filthy
Superstar Threesome
We all left the concert stage with huge grins on our faces. The crowd had loved us, but that was to be expected when your boss was the celebrated Star. I should not have even been there, but her keyboardist was a friend of mine and he’d gotten sick and called in a last minute favor. I’d been happy to oblige, since I knew most of the Star’s songs anyway. At that moment, the celebrity powerhouse was standing backstage with several bigwigs who were gushing over her, just as they were paid to do. I gave high fives and handshakes to several of the band members and accepted with humbleness, their sincere compliments. Many of them headed to the green room where the post concert banquet was no doubt awaiting us.
By Tim Ellerbe II7 years ago in Filthy
