erotic
Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Thickness
A woman meets a man in a bar and initiates a spontaneous hook up. I’ll never understand beer, how it’s made, the sourness, the richness, what the amber color means, or why the specificity of the pour is so important. And I’m okay with that. If I listened to what he’s saying instead of intensely fixating on how his shirt fits snuggly across his forceful shoulders, I might be able to appreciate the hops education he’s giving me. But navigating the complex culture of brewing will have to wait for another day when his thick right hand isn’t brushing against the outside of my left thigh that just so happens to be uncovered from my flouncy, black summer dress.
Forty-Eight
A woman enters into a Dom-Sub relationship. And what should I wear? D: You will leave your clothes by the door. You may choose undergarments to wear if you wish.
The King
She deems him out of her league but decides to make him a conquest; years of on-and-off hate sex ensues. I move to Boston (Boss town) shortly after my 21st birthday. I need to finish college and am attending what is referred to as “a historically blue collar, commuter school” by a cranky old man visiting a coffee shop where I work during my year off of school. When I mention I’m studying English Literature he scowls with judgement, “It’s not really a school meant for people studying liberal arts.”
Ex-Boyfriend Fantasy
A woman imagines running into her ex. The fantasy continues back at his place when she dommes him. It’s a dark East Williamsburg bar. The music is too loud and everyone is drunk. We both should be home, it’s 2 AM, but we’re not. Our eyes lock for the first time in months. There’s a flash of anger in his. Then sadness, then that warmth, that cozy charm. It’s almost a twinkle. It’s disarming. He looks different.
A Coffee Nap with a Twist
I yawned so hard my jaw cracked. “Tired?” Tina asked. “Tired isn’t the half of it,” I said. “I can barely keep my eyes open.” It was the end of one hell of a week, and I was so exhausted I couldn’t think properly. My body felt like it was made out of lead.
Dark Cherry CollectivePublished 5 years ago in FilthyFantasy 1
She was so hungry for attention. It had been so long since she had been touched. She wasn't the type to go out and get some strange. She needed a connection. Some friendship. Someone she trusted so she could let herself be who she us in the bedroom. She had so many un-fulfilled fantasies and as she lay in bed they ran through her mind. Her exe was the one she played them out with in her mind. He was her closest connection.
Cindy BurkePublished 5 years ago in FilthyRediscovering My Sexuality
For most of my life I have had a very active and awesome sex life. I was a giver with no demands and would do almost anything to please my lover. It was indeed my great fortune that the first few women I made love with were much older than I was and the experience gained was priceless. In addition, at the age of sixteen before I lost my virginity I read a book called The Happy Hooker by Xavier Hollander. For me it was the complete guidebook on how to be a great lover. More important than the wide variety of sexual activity described in great detail, it taught me the incredible importance of respect and admiration for women. That women were to be treated with dignity, kindness and compassion. I learned the importance of paying attention to them. Listening without criticizing and with an open mind. Invaluable education. I still maintain that every young person, male and female, most especially the males, read that book early on. I took that knowledge and ran with it. Boy did I run.
norman o greenPublished 5 years ago in FilthyComing On Her Face
It was one of those cold, grey, wet Sunday afternoons in winter when you can’t bear to go outside. We didn’t have any money either; our latest student loan instalments had dried up, so we couldn’t have afforded to do anything even if we’d wanted to. We sat in her room in the hall of residence and we smoked the last of her weed and played video games instead. We kissed and fucked lazily as the wind howled outside her window.
Dark Cherry CollectivePublished 5 years ago in Filthy"My Pussy Killed a Man"
"Handle me? (Huh) Who gon' handle me? (Who?) Thinkin' he's a player, he's a member on the team He put in all that work, he wanna be the MVP (boy, bye)
Insatiable-nessPublished 5 years ago in FilthyCaffeine and Sugar
Black coffee just wouldn't cut it today. "May I have a mocha please?" I ask looking somewhere between his ear and eye, then looking immediately at something else. I have learned not to look into their eyes, unless Daddy said I could. Mmmm yes, mocha! I needed something with a bit of flavor in it today. We don't have days like these very often. In the middle of my indulgent thoughts, he slides his hand around the back of my neck, and rubs my left shoulder a bit before he says, "Make that two." That is his way of showing he is proud of me. He pays, seats me, and returns to the counter to wait for our coffees. When he returns, we start talking about our day: that new place we went for lunch, the get-together we are having tonight, and how hard it is to get the dog to tell the difference between grass and carpet. You know, the basics. The other customers have slowly left. The owner begins to close the blinds and lock the doors, like usual. She smiles at us. "Take your time, no rush. I will be here for a while." Daddy nods, and I go to the counter where I ask her if she is hiring. My full lips covered in a pretty nude pink are only the start of it. She laughs and says, "Oh, I think we just might be. Other than coming here every Saturday, do you have any experience?" as she puts her elbows on the counter, laying her hands across the top of it. I can't help but watch her movements. Slow, purposeful. I start to lean in a bit, and then I pause. Slowly, a look of disappointment crosses my face. My eyes drop to the counter, then I proceed to tell her, "He said that I would need experience to work here, but I didn't believe him."
Fucking Your Girl in the Arse
Your girl doesn’t take it there, does she? She’s a good girl. That’s what she tells you, anyway. But then you don’t do it like I do.
Dark Cherry CollectivePublished 5 years ago in FilthyTwo Uber Drivers Collide and Need the Jaws of Life
Joe wasn't your typical uber driver. He was thoughtful and caring and thought about others before his own needs. He was an athletic guy, he had broad shoulders, strong arms and abs well defined to be a Herculean statue. Standing at six feet even he patiently waited for the gal that he had bought uber decals for her vehicle.
Casey KellerPublished 5 years ago in Filthy