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

Interrupting Her Shower
Joyce strode down the hallway angrily, hurriedly wrapping the towel around her wet body. Watery footprints trailed behind her as she wondered why Murphy’s Law had to be so damned prevalent. Why, for instance, does the phone only ring when you’re in the shower, or in this case, why someone need to ring your doorbell? She reached the front door and stood on tiptoe to peer out of the peephole. Her hot anger subsided a bit as she saw who was on the other side of the door. She swung it open and glared intentionally at her friend.
By Tim Ellerbe II7 years ago in Filthy
In Celebration of Handjobs
They made us sleep in different tents on the team away day, boys with boys and girls with girls, no mixed-sex sharing. We were all responsible adults, well-paid, respected professionals, but they were right to do so, obviously. We couldn’t be trusted. After a day of meaningless team activities, we’d found a pub and we’d all got stuck into the drink. The organisers tried to stop us, they said we had evening activities planned, but we told them to fuck off. We’d had enough. We drank and we flirted, and we bonded better than we had all day.
By Dark Cherry Collective7 years ago in Filthy
Shut Up and Fuck Me
Stop talking and fuck me. I’m already wet and willing. You don’t need to tell me how beautiful I am, or how much you love me. Just fuck me.
By Dark Cherry Collective7 years ago in Filthy
I Control Your Orgasms!
I know I've mentioned this previously in many of my blogs, and my readers can vouch for me on this sentiment. I'm extremely motivated by images. The statement that goes "a picture is worth a thousand words" lives vividly in my daily life. I almost want to say that I can't begin to tell you about how many stories I've written originated from a picture or a video I saw, but then again, I have told you, and in more ways than one.
By Kai Storm7 years ago in Filthy
Bank Holiday Weekend (Pt. 2)
Mmm. The sun is up. What time is it? I never sleep very long after a night of drinking, but the sun seemed higher than I would have expected as it poured through the bedroom window and illuminated my pale skin. I started to stretch, and then I heard him, breathing deeply behind me, so instead I slowly rolled backwards towards him.
By Lady Àine7 years ago in Filthy
Worth the Trouble
I know this is a bad idea. I drive through town knowing. The lights blur by, I barely notice everything I pass. The route is so familiar I drive without thought.
By Asrai Devin7 years ago in Filthy
Day 4 Morning
The alarm screams in my ear, and I groan as I turn it off. Getting back to how I was, I look, and find Violet awake in my arms. I kiss her forehead and continue to hold her, "I'm sorry I woke you."
By Come Again7 years ago in Filthy
The Blacker the Berry
I’m on Candler Road shopping in the Service Merchandise store for a countertop microwave oven. This dark-skinned sister catches my eye. She’s a beautiful black sister. Her hair is done well. The whites of her eyes are clear with dark brown pupils. Her eyes make her look blacker. Her make up is flawless, the little that she wears. Her skin is radiant and her nails are perfectly polished on slender feminine hands. She’s wearing a skirt and jacket business suit with a blouse buttoned to the neck, stockings, and business type wide heel pumps to match. Her jewelry is carefully chosen to accent her hands and attire. She’s about 5’6” in height and a little under average weight for her height. She’s stunning and I’m just looking at her. She’s working as a manager in the store and I strike up a conversation with her about the microwave products they’re offering. When she begins to speak, her voice is warm feminine vocal tones with perfect diction, charm school level. When our eyes met we both sort of softly glanced away in sinful guilt for what we felt. I did purchase a microwave oven that day. I also returned to the store over the next weeks to see her under the guise of shopping. Her name tag said “Brigid” but I never addressed her by that name in the store. She seemed too professional to be on a first-name basis and I hadn’t told her my name although I’m sure she could feel I had an interest in her.
By One Iam7 years ago in Filthy
Day 3 the First Time
Violet pushed me back 'til I was laying down on the bed. I held her tight, as I was determined not to break the kiss. She pulled back and took off her top, tossing it to the side. Even though I built her, I felt more excited seeing her breasts now than when she was still being built.
By Come Again7 years ago in Filthy
Day 3 Evening
I hurried home. Unlocking the door, I walked inside and found she was not at the couch. My smile faded, and panic started to rise. I wondered where she could be. I went from the living room straight into my room, and let out a sigh in relief. She was in bed, sleeping. She was still in the clothes that I dressed her in when she was first booted up. I wondered about what kinds of clothes she would like.
By Come Again7 years ago in Filthy
Feedee: A Love Story
I never knew her, only knew of her. She was a loner. Every day she would eat lunch by the fountain, alone. Just her and a rye sandwich. It was not interesting nor peculiar, it was just fact.
By Waverleigh Rose Garlington7 years ago in Filthy
Worship at The Altar
I don't have the best of luck with men, having few sexual partners under my belt. Of all the ones who've come and gone, only two have given me actual pleasure. Out of those two stood a man of six feet, three inches who was a strange yet titillating gentleman. As young love goes, we were off and on quite often. When we were off, I wrote bitter poetry and listened to sad music on Windows Media Player. When we were on, I spent a lot of late nights in his arms, sweating and throbbing in ecstasy from head to toe. I would sneak him in, strip him down, and we'd pretend we were married. Sometimes Prince would serenade us, and sometimes the heated breathing of two horny 20-somethings was all we needed.
By Veronica Williams7 years ago in Filthy