erotic
Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Missing You
I’m in bed tonight, but I am not alone. The man beside me, as you know, means nothing to me anymore, not like you do. You are the one my heart desires, the one soul my needs, the one my body craves. My mind wanders to our last exchange… how sensual it was without saying much.
By Aspiring Author5 years ago in Filthy
How I lost my virginity to my brother's friend
Hey guys, today I want to share a naughty story with all of you. Though it’s a little sweet too. At least I think so. It’s the story of how I lost my virginity to one of my brother’s closest friend. I was 18 and I had just finished high school, and I’d be moving out to go to college at the end of summer. I had three good friends, all girls, and they all had their first times that year or the year before. They had all done it with their boyfriends; most of them had been dating for over six months or more when it happened. And I wasn’t even dating. Now, this is not to say they pressured me into having sex, but I definitely felt like I was missing out on something when the conversation went that way and I had nothing to share. I had decided that I didn’t want to arrive in college at the end of the summer as a virgin. Back then, I thought this would matter.
By Lollipop - Sexy Stories5 years ago in Filthy
You Must Always Be Quiet in the Library
Eve sat behind her desk organizing a stack of books before placing them on the cart behind her. She sighed to herself. Putting books back on the shelves was the most boring part of her job, all because people couldn’t be considerate. She stacked the last few on the cart and leaned back in her chair with an eye roll before scanning her library. A few people sat at the computers across from her and others at tables with large textbooks strewn about. She leaned forward onto her elbows, watching the students and thinking about her morning.
By Kristina George5 years ago in Filthy
The Shane Journals
My smile slid from my face like panties down a whore’s legs, the moment I set my phone down. I stood from the chair before my vanity and gave myself one more glance over before I headed into my interview. My hair was pulled tight into a ponytail at the back of my head, its ends reaching well below my shoulder blades. Not a frizz or stray hair out of place. My dark, honey eyes examined my makeup next. My naturally high-cheekbones would make the contouring gods weep. My ruby red lips twitched at the thought. I relished in making gods weep, or at least those who liked to think themselves as such. I straightened the black bowtie wrapped around the collar of my starch white, buttoned blouse tucked into my high-waisted, black gaucho pants. I turned on my black, laced-up peep-toe heels to look over my shoulder and make sure the back of my ensemble was a match to the pristine front. Even I couldn't keep my eyes from my curvy ass. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too much of a distraction. Then again, I did always like to correct them when they were distracted.
By Shanese Hicks5 years ago in Filthy
Why is Erotica "Trashy"?
From 50 Shades of Gray to every trashy romance novel sold for 50 cents on the dollar, erotica is considered the bastion of the creatively deaf author. Its most well-known titles, such as the one mentioned previously, are notoriously (and genuinely) awful. Filled with awful prose, stilted dialogue, and laughably bad sex scenes erotica isn't exactly what one would call 'high brow.' However, is erotica irrevocably bad, or has it been unfairly shoved to the wayside due to societal taboos?
By Lucy Richardson5 years ago in Filthy
Lust
I was doing what almost every 20 year old in college does, swiping on tinder looking for my next hookup. My fingers paused at the sight of an older gentleman, dark hair, and mysterious eyes. Reading his bio I thought it was fairly basic—but there was something about his pictures, it was as if he was staring right at me. So, I swiped right and boom a match.
By London Sparks 5 years ago in Filthy
The Devil’s Lair
Dripping The sound of whispers echo through the cool stone cave. Spiders crawl freely around me as I stand chained to the wall waiting on his return. I'm naked, body bound to brick with my mouth gagged; sweat beads off my flesh while I'm forced to watch videos of him teasing and tasting me for hours.
By Shelly McKnight5 years ago in Filthy
