erotic
Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
The Depths of Touch
Sitting alone wanting the touch of his image to come to reality. So the image will do. For now. In the dark hours my eyes roll and close as I slowly release my breath. Waiting.. my body throbs for a response. He growls with the deep voice telling me what I want to hear. As the conversation goes on, entanglements of thoughts cross my mind. Of how I long for him to grip me. How I want him to lift me to the Heavens and have me crash down on the bed while doing hellish acts. Pressure to want to lung through and cross paths. Patience is running low as I think of the movie about to begin. The movie plays like a dream. Lifted by the clouds in thought. As he grabs and grips onto the curves of my hips to lift me onto him, I feel him grow. He places me down and the animal comes out of both souls.
By Rebecca Chesbrough6 years ago in Filthy
When Wolves Can't Sleep
Dane couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t sleep and he didn’t want to. DIdn’t want to face the nightmares that had plagued him the last five nights in a row. It wasn’t fair. He hadn’t gotten good sleep in over a month, and it was taking its toll on him. He was snappy, crabby for no reason. He had yelled at Shawn just for asking if he was okay. Poor Shawn. He’d had a deer in the headlights look, not expecting the outburst at such a simple question. But it wasn’t simple, was it? It wasn’t that easy.
By BeautifulBlade6 years ago in Filthy
New Year's Surprise
I entered the pub to start my New Year's shift. I knew it was going to be a crazy night. It is every year. I've worked here for four years now. The job wears on you, but I love the nightlife. I had on my favorite tight black pants and a black shimmery blouse. Pretty basic but as a bartender I usually end up a mess by the end of the shift.
By Ginger Moon6 years ago in Filthy



