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Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.

Dirty Stirrups Fun
Jen glances up at the kitchen clock. It's only 6:30 a.m., yet she's been up already for two hours. Something about screaming babies and toddlers gives you a blatant disregard for time. She got the chance to grab a quick cat nap after a 3:00 a.m. coddling back to sleep of her cranky, teething 6-month old, but now she is up again, as if a soldier ready for battle, after two cups of coffee already. Time to get breakfast ready for everyone and settle into the morning routine.
By Phoebe Euphoria6 years ago in Filthy
Room 135
He checked his email again. She was sure this time. Room 135 at the hotel just a couple miles from his office. They had tried the day before, but she just wasn't ready.
By A.6 years ago in Filthy
The Night of My Life
After we both were able to recover from the orgasms that we had just succumbed to, my cock had become limp. She started playing with it, rubbing her hand up and down my shaft, using the other hand to caress my balls until I was hard again. She then moved to be on top of me, guiding my newly hardened cock to rub her clit at first, getting her wet again, and then moved into position to thrust my cock deep into her waiting pussy, moving slowly down pushing me deeper inside of her until she had taken all of me inside of her. She hesitated, waiting for just a second before moving back up again and then back down thrusting my full length inside of her while I was playing with her boobs again holding them, using them to hold onto while she fucked me gliding up and down, letting out moans every so often until we both got into a rhythm, me thrusting against her pelvis as she was on the down stroke pushing myself deeper and deeper into her as our rhythm got faster and faster.
By One Single Dad6 years ago in Filthy
Can't Buy Me Love
‘Sucker’ was my immediate assessment of the ageing male punter stuffing a $50 note into the donations gratefully accepted box by the entrance to the delightful little art gallery I had found on the last day of my short holiday.
By Kevin Roache6 years ago in Filthy
Mustard on His Tie
He was going to wear the purple tie with his lavender shirt. The one with the tiny stars on it. He had the whole ensemble planned in his mind. Grey suit, lavender shirt, purple tie. The color beneath adding interest to the chalk-striped charcoal suit. Showing confidence and perhaps a bit of surprise.
By A.6 years ago in Filthy
Let Me Pleasure You
I remember my mother use to tell me and my sisters how guys who are willing to take good care of women only come around every so often. They weren't the kind you toy around with and just get rid of them as if they're some sort of rag doll.
By Kat6 years ago in Filthy
Deep Dark Secret
No one knew it would come to this as I stood there naked wearing nothing but shame. As I looked at the man, I married for ten years face full of confusion, sadness, and heartbreak. He is looking at the man I fell in love with. My husband realizing everything he felt about my infidelity is true. He had the feeling of hatred written all over his face. The man that stole my heart from the one I married. This man tall, dark, and handsome swept me away. I loved both, but my heart belongs to my best friend. You see Samir came in my life where I was full of self-hate and loveless nights.
By KandiKane6 years ago in Filthy
Zippers and Buckles
She wore black boots, small ones, size six. With gold buckles on the ankle and at the calf. A long gold zipper up the back. Thigh high stockings. A black skirt and white oxford. Her dark hair cascaded onto the white shirt in soft, welcoming waves. Her eyes a deep brown, mysterious and intense. Her skin pleasantly tan, even as the first cool days of autumn took hold.
By A.6 years ago in Filthy
When I'm 64
I’m not really sure when it all started. I’ve got the feeling it was somewhere around my 15th birthday. It probably originally dated back to even as many as a few years before that!
By Kevin Roache6 years ago in Filthy
Round 3
Round 3: The last day You rubbing and kissing on my pussy has me grinning from ear to ear. Asking me am I ready for round 3 like we haven’t fucked almost non-stop for two days already! My mouth, my thighs, and pussy are sore and beat the hell up do you hear me!
By Huney6 years ago in Filthy
Like A Virgin
I arrived home to find Sally, the very quiet young lady who occupied the rented flat above mine, frantically searching through her handbag for the key that would allow her to gain entry and the safety of her abode. It turned out that Sally’s niece had been playing with her keys earlier in the day and had removed her front door and flat keys, just leaving her car key on her key-ring. Sally was visibly relieved when I told her she didn’t have to drive 210 miles back to her parent’s house. Sally could sleep on my sofa tonight. It would be quite straight forward getting a set of spare keys from the flat agency in the morning.
By Kevin Roache6 years ago in Filthy
Children Of The Revolution
The Saturday after being de-flowered by my gracious and gentle lover Frank, after the Bowie gig, I was still on cloud nine. I was still a little confused and in self-denial regarding my sexuality. Buoyed by the still beautiful weather and my newly found sense of confidence, I visited a local church fete that was selling second hand items. I had hoped to add to my wardrobe. On entering the hall however, I found it held very disappointing prospects regarding finding any bargains, or anything worth buying for that matter.
By Kevin Roache6 years ago in Filthy