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

Fifty Bucks Is a Lot of Money
Phnom Penh, October 16th, 2018 I’m a little sad to be leaving Phnom Penh so soon. Sure the hotel wasn’t very good, but it was in a lively part of town— full of girly bars.
By Johnny Seven7 years ago in Filthy
Her Neighbor
Knock knock. The sound echoing from her door at eleven at night was unexpected, to say the least. The sharpness of each ‘thunk’ pricked at the edge of Maura’s brain, eating away at the little patience she had left in the day. The abrasive noise shot down her spine, straightening her up back into business mode despite fleeing from the office an hour before. Her fingers curled around her glass of whiskey, tapping the edges, internally debating whether she could ignore the visitor. A nuance from the office, no doubt. Someone needing to ask her a million mundane questions. Someone she didn’t have the patience for. Someone who, if they asked a single wrong question, would invite the pent-up hellish anger firestorm brewing within her veins.
By Lady Domitille7 years ago in Filthy
What Happens at 3:07 AM
Scarlet felt fingertips dancing on her ankles. She could feel the edges of sleep slipping away as hands massaged her calves. She moaned as her eyes began to flutter open. The lights were still off. Turning her head to the side, she read the blaring red numbers off the alarm clock.
By Lady Domitille7 years ago in Filthy
Room 401
Room 401. Moira could tell that she was burning up. She knew she wasn’t sick, but her skin felt like it was on fire. Ever since she returned from Winter Break, she could only think about one thing—one gorgeous thing. Her roommate. Her college roommate.
By Lady Domitille7 years ago in Filthy
Cowgirl Nights (Pt. 2)
We would sit, distant from the stages of the small, cramped clubs. Against a back wall. Or off to a side. Just the dying edge of the spill from the stage lights reaching us. Reds. Blues. Primary colors. For secondary purposes.
By Greg Anderson7 years ago in Filthy
Locked in the Library
Nicole started going to the library during her lunch breaks for a couple different reasons. One, it got her out of the grimy dive-bar cafe she worked at for a half hour. Two, she got to pick up new books to read. And finally, she couldn’t stop thinking about the cute girl that worked there.
By Lady Domitille7 years ago in Filthy
Cowboy Nights
No one ever knew. Nor would they have guessed. Not to look at you. You did not look the vamp. Or the vixen. ('Nor Donner nor Blitzen,' you liked to add.)
By Greg Anderson7 years ago in Filthy
Jenny's Confession: He Came on Me as We Masturbated Together
So my confession is that I love watching men wank. Not in porn, that’s boring. I mean in real life. It has to be genuine. You see, it’s not just about the physical act of a man pulling on his hard cock—although that’s brilliant, don’t get me wrong. It’s the urgent, frantic need that really does it for me. It’s the look on the guy’s face as he gets close, the desperation, and then the sounds of relief he makes as he comes. I love to see it spurting out of his cock too, jets of silky white come, as he shudders and gasps. It’s so masculine. And when you see someone come, you’re seeing them at their most basic, their most animal. It’s exquisite.
By Dark Cherry Collective7 years ago in Filthy
The Club Dress
You bought the dress for taking pictures, but Sir caught you checking yourself out in the mirror. You blushed and said it was too small to wear out but he said, "Oh no, Princess. You're wearing it to the club tonight. I love how it just covers your ass." His hands ran along the bottom hem, teasing your skin.
By Asrai Devin7 years ago in Filthy
Cat's Confession: I Begged My Boyfriend for Anal
When was I nineteen I wanted to try everything. Sex was still new, and so exciting, and I wanted to experience all of it. I was eager to try anything I saw or heard about, so when my best friend Melissa told me her boyfriend wanted to try anal sex, I was intrigued.
By Dark Cherry Collective7 years ago in Filthy
Specimen
This isn’t very smart. I’m going to a stranger’s place for the first time that we’re meeting. He could be a catfish, he could be a murderer, he may let me in and I may never come out.
By Jessica Drake7 years ago in Filthy
Secrets of the Beast
Zena Someone was watching me. Even though there were hundreds of pairs of eyes roaming around the dance floor, I knew that I was being watched. I glanced in every direction, trying to find the culprit, but no one was paying any attention to me. Shaking off the ominous feeling, my eyes scanned the gyrating bodies until I found my cousin Yurina. She was grinding against some guy she'd met only ten minutes ago.
By Scarlette La Rouge7 years ago in Filthy