erotic
Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Good but hood girl
Growing up on the north side of M-town, I never knew anything outside of killing, stealing, robbing, rapes, gangs, and drugs. Of course that never stopped me from knowing who I truly am and my worth. No matter what the circumstance was I remained true to myself, my morals, beliefs and goals. Now that I'm 21 i'm determined to find away out of all the bullshit i have seen and experienced. Plus i have my best friend/ lover who i've been with since like the 10th grade. We practically watched each other grow up. He's been down with me since baby phat, feel me?
By JustGorgeous5 years ago in Filthy
Caesar
My name is Diane. I'm the eldest of six children. My parents are Mary Catherin and Augustine Smith. I'm of Scottish and Dutch ancestry. My life recently has been very difficult. See, my marriage has been arranged with a man that I hate. A man I could never love. His name is Nathaniel Adams. He is the man my mother and father have chosen to become my husband. I feel angry. I don't want to marry him. My heart is set on one man. His name is Caesar.
By Danielle Mosley5 years ago in Filthy
In The Snow
Drew sat in the limo waiting for Abby to come out, scrolling through the pictures she had sent him over the last few months. After that first night they had started seeing each other regularly for the months she was home on summer break, and when she went back to school in the fall, they had continued through phone calls and the computer. And of course, the text messages with teasing pictures. The bratty pictures of her tits with her pinching her nipples, the one of her spreading her ass cheeks to show him the plug she had worn to class that day. Then there were the videos, ones of her finger fucking her pussy showing him her dripping fingers or of her using a dildo or vibrator making herself moan and scream so sweetly. But the timing of when she sent them, usually in the middle of a meeting with a client or the board of his company. Her brattyness had kept him hard, and they always made their phone calls that much dirtier. Then there were the handful of weekends he had traveled to spend time with her, two days of just them locked in the hotel room. And now they had three days together in a snowy cabin, she was home for Christmas break, but her father wasn’t, So Drew was taking her on a little trip. Smiling at what he had planned he put his phone away when the door opened.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
Good Vibrations PT2
At the end of pt 1!.......... She brings herself down from the sink, slides her panties down to her ankles, slides them off then hands them to Lance and says," You see how wet you get me wiithout even touching me?!" He looks at her and says," I always seemed to have that effect on you!" She giggles and says'" Now come here and let's see how wet you can make me when you slide inside of me!"
By More Than Words5 years ago in Filthy
PROM NIGHT
I feel all eyes on us, which isn’t surprising. What normal humanoid could look away from the statuesque beauty in my arms. I pull my mouth from her neck and look deep into her eyes, cup her face we kiss like no one is watching, however someone was watching. The floor becomes crowded with couples I take a moment to let my guard down; I want Amber to feel how much I’m into her. Just as we re-establish our rhythm, suddenly we become knocked off balance. The love song playing in our heads comes to a screeching halt.
By Timothy Kincaid5 years ago in Filthy
Bride to be....
My arranged marriage to Ajay Mehta was intended to heal longstanding rifts in our family. Growing up, I understood the importance of it, and resigned myself to a life without romance. Because Ajay's father was an influential businessman, my own father's fortunes changed considerably, so that at age eighteen I became the first girl from our village to make the journey from Uttar Pradesh to a US college. Now, four years later, I made the journey back with some dread.
By Yogesh Sawant5 years ago in Filthy
Dry Spell Becomes a WET Spell!
Nearly a decade ago, I went through a divorce and started dating for the first time as an adult. When friends suggested I write about my experiences, I started a blog. I have been "revisiting" some of my former exploits lately, and decided to share, using my real name, for the first time. This piece was first published in two posts from March, 2013. Edits have been made for clarity and continuity.
By Allison Rice5 years ago in Filthy




