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Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Sex on the Grass
I was nervous as he turned the truck onto a dirt road that led deep into the national forest. I was about to begin a driving lesson on back-roading. Pulling over to the side of the road, he got out and so did I. He met me as I walked around to the driver side and kissed me deeply. I was also nervous and excited because I knew that as some point, we would make love.
By Jean Sumrall7 years ago in Filthy
Too Much Lube Violates TSA Requirements
Mandy was married. I was single. Mandy was also my second lover. She was the one that turned sleeping with married women into a fetish: the hurried late night texts; the secret confessions; the “I’ve never done this before” comments.
By Ted Areolash7 years ago in Filthy
Premarital Sexcapades
July in Georgia is always a hot and sticky time of year. Guests fanned magazines in one hand in an attempt to create an artificial breeze. Swinging their other hand in the air trying to deter the gnats that swarmed around their head. The wedding was scheduled to start twenty minutes ago. Jitters hit the bride and her bridesmaids were doing everything they could to get her to the altar. In the meantime, people were wilting in their seats.
By Vivian Heart7 years ago in Filthy
Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy
I’d been planning this for a few days. I had my cowboy hat, my chaps and a container of frosting. I had enlisted a friend who helped apply the frosting to my nipples in the shape of a star. We were laughing so hard it was difficult for her to get the star shape right.
By Jean Sumrall7 years ago in Filthy
My Morning Orgasm
This morning, my husband woke me up in a good way. I thought that I was dreaming, but he had his face down between my legs, licking on my vagina. I usually sleep with just a shirt on and no panties because he just loves to be spontaneous and frisky at times.
By Brandi Payne7 years ago in Filthy
The Rookie
As I strut down the long hallway of the hotel, I imagined his face when he would see me in my attire: three inch heels; tight, black, short skirt; red lips; and black eyeliner. I smirked to myself, thinking of hands pulling me into the room and hoisting my legs around his waist; skirt riding up around my ass. I started to feel warm and excited the closer I clicked towards the room in my high heels and reminisced of the last time I saw him:
By Jessica Drake7 years ago in Filthy
The Control Janice Had
Thomas and Janice had been married for a few years now and had no children to speak of because they both want their careers first. Thomas was a registered politician while his wife Janice was a certified accountant. They both worked long hours, and when they finally met each other at home, that is when the intimacy began.
By Brandi Payne7 years ago in Filthy
Under Arrest
As the car moved along towards the hotel, I adjusted my stockings as they started to roll over at the top. I thought of the times that I had spent with Michael in Key West at the Hyatt Hotel. It was an amazing three days spent in the room, ordering room service and servicing each other over and over between naps and eating. It had been about a year since that time, but I was finally going to get to see him again.
By Cindy McIntyre7 years ago in Filthy
Naughty Tales
He grabs both of my wrists with his left hand and puts them both above my head. My breathing is labored as he pins me against the wall. He slowly starts to kiss on my neck while he's using his right hand to play with my soft and supple breast. He squeezes and molds each globe in his hand one at a time pinching and tracing each nipple until they are rock hard standing at attention. I let out soft sweet moans and whimpers of pleasure. He lips leave my neck only to find themselves pressed up against my own. He slides his right hand down to panties where he begins to rub teasingly slow the thin piece of fabric is getting wetter and wetter with my juices. My soft sweet moans becoming loud pleas for him to take the panties off and touch me more. He lets go of my wrists and stops rubbing on my pussy. He looks me deep in my eyes like he's trying to find something in them. I guess he found what he was looking for because next thing I know is I'm being picked up and carried up a flight of stairs, down a dark hall to a pair of large double doors. He placed me down on soft plush carpet outside and reached in his pockets for a small golden key. He clasped his fist around the small key and turned to press his back against the doors and looked at me with a very intense look. It was a bit intimidating being under his gaze.
By Naaz Smith7 years ago in Filthy
