erotic
Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Come
My own ability to orgasm is almost never ending. I can ride wave after wave of pleasure, greedily taking everything you’ll give me. Arching my back, rolling my hips, and always demanding more. The higher the count, the shinier the badge, cause me breaking my record is YOU breaking my record. The truth is, the more I enjoy you, the easier it is to lie back and receive your best… I can let you get me off for hours, racing to my peak over and over, until you finally let me know you’re close, and all my attention shifts to you.
By Jay Taylor4 years ago in Filthy
Mother Nature Knows Best
"I want to try something new," she'd said. His idea: "Let's make you uncomfortable in public." Now she fumed, hesitated, felt a tingle wash over her cheeks. But then she picked up the shopping basket and began wandering the aisles. Timid housewives stole furtive glances her way. Horny stock boys stared slackjawed.
By Jack Scranton4 years ago in Filthy
College Dean and Student roleplay
I tell you to wear a dress or skirt with a shirt that shows some cleavage and to leave the door unlocked and sit in a chair in the middle of the room before I get there. I walk into your house wearing jeans, and a button-down shirt and see you sitting there looking as beautiful as ever and doing as you were told. I want to smile but I have to keep up the act.
By Robert Kegel4 years ago in Filthy
4 ways to up your BJ game
A blow job a day keeps the boredom away... Ok, that is not a real saying, I just made it up, but if you are looking to spice up your relationship this might be the key. I am going to share with you 4 categories to explore that will add an element of excitement to your regular bedroom routine.
By Amber Foster4 years ago in Filthy
Slippered! - Chapter 6
Slippered! – Chapter 6 After a disturbed night's rest, Ying pulled up outside the 'Spring Roll' restaurant just as Kwan drew away after making his arrangements with Lin. There was something familiar about the flashy limousine he saw disappearing around the corner that Ying just couldn't place, which irritated him. He was not one to forget a car. Anyway, he had a more pressing problem on his mind at the moment. Cherry Lin's curry. The events of the past night must have had a lot to do with it but, this morning, he had a gut like a stretched inner tube. He let himself in through the side door. Cherry's father stood gabbling rapid Cantonese into a telephone and acknowledged Ying' s semaphored greeting with a raised hand. Although he was not of the 'brotherhood', Ying was guardedly tolerated by the family as a worthy suitor for their youngest daughter. Cherry was very much the modern young woman. The Lins recognised that their ways were not hers, so gave her her head. All the same, Ying was always conscious of a sense of 'not belonging' in the closed community that made up the Chinese enclave in the south-west. Still, Cherry made up for that. Except for her bleedin' curries. He pressed a hand to his midriff as yet another eructation made its presence audible.
By Malcolm Twigg4 years ago in Filthy



