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Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
A Workout to Remember
She walked into the gym shower after her rigorous workout of lifting, knowing that she had beaten her previous record. Working out always made her feel a little hot but today she was so aroused that she could feel her swollen clit, engorged, ready to be touched and rubbed. She stood in front of the shower taking off her clothes to lay as a bathmat before stepping in, she ran her hands over her hard nipples and gave them a small pinch. Stepping into the shower, warm water running over her back, she heard his voice in the distance, drawing closer.....closer..then she heard that the voice was familiar. She had been working with the same trainer for months now. Showing her how to perfect her movements while lifting, an accidental brush against her breast or the feel of his hands on her hips, touching her thighs. The sexual tension lingered in the air between them.
By Anna Buchanan 5 years ago in Filthy
Playful Baby Girl
Stan was sitting at the table as he watched her walk into the kitchen. She had on a short spaghetti strap dress a rich burnt orange color that highlighted and showed off more of her pale skin then it covered. The skirt flared around her hips with the hem ending scant inches past the curve of her firm round ass. His eyes scanned down her bare back, over her barely covered ass. The view making him shift in his chair as he pictured those long pale legs with the strappy four-inch heels wrapped around his waist as he drove her slowly mad with pleasure. Stan’s eyes moved back up her body and he stared at her with a frown as she downed the first large glass of wine, and then poured another.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
Slug Orgy
It was my freshman year at university; around late August. The night air under a moonlit sky had that heavy, intoxicating smell of festivals, high spirits and the onset of fall. Officially the obon season was finished and school activities were in full-swing once again, yet there was a pervasive recklessness that would not allow itself to be contained–as if our ancestors were still drunk from all the sake offerings left at family alters and gravesides.
By Made in DNA5 years ago in Filthy
Hospitality Confessions: I spend some time with Lyle and Tawny in the beer room
After a week or so of working at cherry pickers I was really starting to get a feel for the place. The staff there was very friendly and obviously obsessed with sex. Flirtations and sexual innuendo filled every single night off work. If you were easily offended there was no way that you could work there because if you were not getting slapped on the ass someone was whispering dirty things in your ear.
By Autumn Seave5 years ago in Filthy





