erotic

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

Red Dress
Click, click, click. It was the classic sound of heels hitting a hard floor. When she entered the bar, all eyes were on her, and it was as if she had walked right out of a movie. Her light brown hair slightly curled, draping over her shoulders, a sheer red wrap around the top of her head and a red dress outlining her every curve. Stopping at the bar next to the only gentleman wearing a suit, she leaned against it looking at the drink selections they had.
By Vanime7 years ago in Filthy
Sex with Friends Who Are Strippers—Disappointing Sex
I've been to my share of strip clubs and stripper parties, particularly when I was in my late 20s, into my early 30s. The excitement, and the willingness to spend lots of money at a strip club is something that wore off five to six years ago.
By Kubvoruno Dzimiri7 years ago in Filthy
Love a Sultry Voice?
My husband and I love talking on the phone with each other, because we love to flirt and tease. My husband would rather talk on the phone because he loves my sultry voice. He loves hearing me tell him the things that I want to do with him. I love teasing him with the ways my mouth can orally pleasure his penis.
By Brandi Payne7 years ago in Filthy
Barbershop Rendezvous: A Haircutting Fetish
Simon's lust for Darla intensified, as he gently pulled her towards the barber chair by the ponytail. To his surprise, she seemed to enjoy it. He was about to direct her to the chair, to seat her facing the mirror, when she unexpectedly shoved him down, forcing Simon to sit and look up to her. Darla's smile grew mischievous then, as she crawled onto him, noticing a fully erect bulge in his pants.
By Vicki C7 years ago in Filthy
His Brat–Part Six
We walk into the building and order food, once again silence is present, torturing my mind, wondering what he is thinking right now.
By Author Billiejo Priestley7 years ago in Filthy
Horny at Work?!
UHG! I absolutely detest writer's block! I'm not sure if my creative juice flow section is low or if it's the fact that my juices haven't been flowing as they should, either way it's been a conundrum of sorts. Times like these is when I am extremely thankful and grateful to the people in my inbox that feel so comfortable talking to me that they'll tell me anything and everything—a.k.a my audience participation section is popping OKUR! (Yes Cardi, I will be using your catch phrase until you copyright it and even then you're going to have to catch me to get me to pay for using it! With love, Kai Storm.)
By Kai Storm7 years ago in Filthy
Forbidden
Maria couldn't explain it, she had always been this way. She would never admit it to anyone, but she had a secret fetish of wanting to be fucked by an older man. Every time she would masturbate, it would be to a porn of an older man ravishing young pussy. There was just something about it that turned her on so much. Maybe because in the movies she watched when she was younger, the older guy never got what he wanted from a younger girl, so to see him actually get what he wanted, satisfied her so much.
By I Am A Pizza7 years ago in Filthy
Barbershop Rendezvous: A Haircutting Fetish
Darla was bashful, but pretty. Her figure was curvy, strong, and she often wore long sweaters with leggings. Wedge heeled boots or shoes would compliment her style. Darla's features were soft, petite, with shiny green eyes and a tanned complexion sprinkled with freckles. Generous waves of dark auburn hair framed her face, and drew the attention of many.
By Vicki C7 years ago in Filthy
Tell Me a Story
I watched him as he read the stories I’d only partially planned on him ever reading. Stories of my fantasies of us, of things I wanted to do with and to him. I wasn’t worried what he’d think. But I had written them while he, himself, was still a fantasy. The idea of sharing them with him had been a far off distant curiosity that I thought may never be fulfilled.
By Angelique Michaels7 years ago in Filthy
Her Dragon
"It doesn't matter," I insisted, as soon as he closed the cabin door behind him, sending a cold draft throughout the eerie place. Its been in my family for many generations, and the residual energy crawling out of every crevice was slowly seeping further into my skin every second I stayed in here.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Filthy
Henry's Nightly Visitor
It was dark and the only light that shined into Henry’s bedroom was the shimmering light of the full moon from outside his window. He had, had a hard day at work, and was exhausted, so he went to bed early. As he lay in his bed before drifting off to sleep, he thought of how exciting and fulfilling his life would be if he had someone to hold at night.
By Brandi Payne7 years ago in Filthy
Me And You
Me and Ashley, who was my best friend growing up, were walking down the street. We had just parked the car so we could sight see the busy areas and maybe buy some fun stuff. We always did everything together since we were kids. Shopping, skating and anything else girls like to do. So why did today change into something more?
By Johnathan Hunt7 years ago in Filthy