erotic
Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Randy's Rendezvous
Randy was just ordering his favorite IPA when he spotted her across the bar. She had bent over to pick something up when it fell on the floor and, well, that would have caught most men's (and some women's) eyes. It was those jeans. The jeans always got him. There's just something about a nice round.... Wow. That smile. The conversation at her table was going well and he couldn't help but notice the radiant energy that exploded from her with that smile. He hadn't ever seen her here before, and it's a place he comes often. Wait, is that Sadie with her?
By Karen LaRue5 years ago in Filthy
Kim's Monday Morning
It was Monday morning at the K/J (somebody will figure it out) house and Pete had arrived at eight. It was very quiet and I thought no one would be home because everyone had gone out for breakfast. Fortunately, he was wrong. Coming out the front door was Kim, his new girlfriend. She was on the rebound from her ex husband, Kenneth, whom she shares two children with. Kenneth was the big time, egotistical and highly acclaimed record producer and rapper who talks about how great he is. This would usually piss her off but the worst part is when he accused of her of fucking their bodyguard. She filed for divorce nearly a month later and had moved on Pete. This lanky tattooed freak had many girlfriends throughout his career: a pop singer, a model whose own mother was a model, and an actress with milf status. Then he moved on Kim, much to the dismay of Kenneth.
By Forest Green5 years ago in Filthy
Zara the Cobblers Daughter
She was a striking young woman, 5 ' 10" tall with the most chiseled high cheek boned face. Surounded by the silkiest long flowing blond hair. He had his breath taken away just from seeing her from across the street from the shop. 'She walks like a queen,' he thought to himself, 'not as the cobblers' daughter that she is. What a magnificent pare of , she must have under that frock,' he wonders to himself. Even so, he could tell by the flawless skin between her throat and what of her chest that was exposed that she was flawless and probably still a virgin. Which he would hope to find out soon either way, she was most certanly ripe for the picking.
By Steve Kravetz5 years ago in Filthy
How to Talk Dirty Like an Absolute Pro
Dirty talk is an art that not many people have mastered. This requires constant practice. The more you practice, the better you will be. It's like loving someone with your own eyes. It's magic-you need to create illusions and make other people believe everything. This is more than the roar of erotic words and a synonym of the genitive. It is an art and a science that requires utmost precision, perfection, and faith. Once you have mastered the art, you can let go of layers of restraint and doubt and let go of the desire and freedom to push someone out of bounds and hand it over to you. This is how artists love landscapes—you absorb them and recreate them in your vision.
By Max Bryant5 years ago in Filthy
