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Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Guitar Strings
There was something beautiful and unexpected about this girl who worked every day in the same old shop, in the same old town, in a city she knew like the back of her hand. It’s not every day you find something that’s powerful, thirsty, and desperate to the point where you literally drop everything you’re doing because the thought of not having it breaks your heart and soul into a thousand tiny little pieces.
By . Valentine .8 years ago in Filthy
Kadie's Fantasies (Pt. 3)
Trigger Warning! Scenes mentioning Rape and violence involved. "Now." Damien said, as they entered a room. "I was in a meeting, and I left because we closed the deal early. I went to check on my new girl, only to find her in the arms of my brother. So, can you please explain what happened, little one? Did he force you?"
By Jasmin Rivas8 years ago in Filthy
Playful Seduction
Before he even gets in the bed I can smell him. That scent consumes my entire body and my mind. There is nothing like the smell of a man after a shower and some of that manly, man cologne. But tonight it’s not just any cologne, it’s Dolce and Gabanna Light Blue; delish!
By Charisma Dawn8 years ago in Filthy
Vincent
"I know your clit is a swelled flower, growing in its tiny chamber. It's dancing to each stroke I make. Your flesh encircling it hugs it tight but won't for too much longer. It's blooming with each beat of your heart. Your sweet dark core is growing moist, firm, succulent, waiting...wanting... I wanted to taste you the second I saw you. I want your skin pressed around mine, edging closer and closer to the point of no return," Vincent mused out loud, a sexy, devious expression on his face.
By Jennifer Cypert8 years ago in Filthy
Kadie's Fantasies (Pt. 2)
Kadie found a variety of different items in her closet in the morning: many of which didn't fit her. They were either too small or too big. It was as if someone had bought a bunch of clothes for a girl they didn't know and shoved them in the closet, hoping for the best. Kadie had found a beautiful red dress that hugged every curve of her body, however, it was too small. The zipper didn't want to comply so she threw the dress aside and huffed.
By Jasmin Rivas8 years ago in Filthy
Kadie's Fantasies
Kadie was always a peculiar girl—this is why whenever she read a book and it said those exact words about other girls, she would set the book on fire and laugh. No, Kadie was actually peculiar. She was the kind of girl that had quiet tantrums. She preferred when others were screaming instead of herself.
By Jasmin Rivas8 years ago in Filthy
Vincent (Part 2)
Rose popped her head into your cubical to thank us for staying late to put the final touches on the presentation for tomorrow and that she was leaving, and if we needed anything, to give her a call. She winked at Vincent before she left. As soon as she was out of sight, I rolled my eyes. It was as if someone from a novel that involved spanking and wine started working for us.
By Jennifer Cypert8 years ago in Filthy
Vincent
There was a new guy that came to work in the office, Vincent, my supervisor sang. As our supervisor was introducing him, you could hear the rapid heartbeats in the silent room. No one was paying attention to what was being said. She might as well have been speaking a different language. Poor guy, he didn't stand a chance working with twenty women on one floor. He swallowed hard then smiled indulgently, while in each women's head he was the star of their fantasies. Not that I could blame them. I fell victim to his mere sight of intoxication as well. There was a glint in his eye that said everything you needed to know. He was going to enjoy his time here, for however long it was. You had to be quick enough to catch it before he blinked it away.
By Jennifer Cypert8 years ago in Filthy
Life After Love: Part 6
MARLEY Rodeos were the top priority for tourists in Texas. People from all over the fifty states, and some from all over the world came to watch the cowboys and girls ride their bulls. Ever since horsemanship and bull riding became multi-million dollar sports, people went crazy in these parts, placing bets, eating carnival food, and lets not forget the live concerts we got to experience right after the competitions.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Darkside: What's a Girl to Do? (Ch. 2)
Joseph and Trixie lay there, legs and arms tangled with in each other in the Egyptian cotton sheets on the four-poster canopy bed. Warmth filled the dimly lit, blue dark room as they lay there listening to each other breathing. It was a long time since Joseph had been so happy with someone. He marveled to himself how beautiful, willing, and compliant Trixie was. In his eyes, Sarah had turned into a stubborn mule only good for one thing. Beating and cleaning a house. It made him hard thinking about it. Honestly, it seemed like he was beating her more than he was making love to her. If he was honest with himself, he hadn’t loved her at all. She was just someone that he had needed to take his anger out of on, because he had to leave his school and his friends many years ago. Trixie was younger, less complacent with herself, always aiming to make herself better. He loved the fact that she was so driven by her ambitions, yet able to fill his needs. At least most of them. He wanted to be with her always.
By Jennifer Cypert8 years ago in Filthy
