erotic
Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
A man has needs
You have known Bridget and her boyfriend Nick for quite a while. She’s cool, but honestly when you hang out with her, you’d rather it be with both of them, because you’re really attracted to Nick. You have found yourself fantasizing about him — usually it involves being somewhere with the four of you, or a bigger group, at a party or an outing where you find yourself alone with Nick for a few minutes and make out to demonstrate that you’re into each other, and then make secret plans to hook up later because you know you want each other. Or one of you meets up with the other couple but have some time alone because someone is early or someone is late.
By Jennifer Cooley6 years ago in Filthy
Sexual Overload
I am a woman of the world sexually, (at least I like to think I am) I have been with several men (and a couple of woman) and because of this I feel that every experience has taught me something new, not only about myself, but how to please others as well. There have been times where I felt that because of how many partners I have had I was looked down upon, but then I thought who would really know, who really cares? No one. While some of my experiences have been mundane, even boring, there have been some worth mentioning. This is one of them…
By Anna Thompson6 years ago in Filthy
Red-Blooded Performer
"Come here, darling and tell me how your day was" smiled the redhead with the same mischief of a teenager. Despite having several years already in the business, she did not stop liking that sweet opportunity to be dominant, and at the same time so vulnerable in front of her companions on occasion. Most of them, it is true, did not care much about knowing her deeply, much less wanted to open their hearts with a girl with raucous makeup. They only sought her out from time to time so they could vent their darkest desires almost anonymously. Others, however, were looking deep inside for an open heart to listen to them for a few minutes. The burning encounter was in a second place. It is the incredible paradox of living in an age where sex is offered to you on every corner, but an understanding spirit is rarer than a unicorn.
By Patricia Pixie6 years ago in Filthy
"Captain, O' My Captain"
The Chief Engineer was a big man. He had red hair and a flaming red beard. He was a Scotsman of course. A huge lumbering red haired Scotsman. A Scotsman by birth, an American by Naturalization, and oddly a Jew by persuasion. He was also a drunk with the most prodigious thirst of any man on the planet. Best not to get in between the Chief and a tot o' Scotch.
By BreakerMorant6 years ago in Filthy
Secret Slut
I was finally ask out on a date. He was cute. His name was Josh. It been a while for since I been out. It been 6 months since my ex and I broke up and he moved out. I been talking to Josh on a dating website. We video chatted also. We agreed to finally meet Friday night.
By Mariah Murray6 years ago in Filthy
We Are Not Always Naked
There has been some confusion over the intentions and philosophy of Roscoe Forthright. Because we have sex with Roscoe, and spend quality time with him, we girls are probably the most qualified people on Earth to form accurate opinions of the man and his art. Short erotic films are his primary form of art, but he is also a composer, and many of his movies contain original music. He loves classical music. Often you will see the three of us fucking to Bach, Mozart, Haydn and Brahms. He loves classical guitar, lute and piano music-- so we often suck cock to those kinds of music.
By Roscoe Forthright6 years ago in Filthy
Love on Fire
It was mid may, the sun was shining on me. I could feel the warm breeze, caress my scalp as made my way to the block. I couldn't wait to reach Anna's crib. We were hanging out today, and I was looking cute! Cocoa butter was kissing every inch of my copper skin, and my close cut fade from the barber had me looking edgy. My mother had blessed me with beauty and brains. Almond eyes that glittered, luscious breasts, curves of baby making hips, and a bouncing booty to match; I was Sugar in human form. I was nearsighted, but my glasses enhanced my aura. As I made my way to Anna's, I dreaded the walk. Growing up, my body went through puberty early; so I've grown accustomed to the many catcalls. Men seemed to undress me with their eyes; somehow I became numb to the usual reactions. I was approaching her building, and the usual crowd was outside. " Damn ma, that thang is fat!" , someone yelled from the crowd . I quickly walked inside the building; running would've been embarrassing. See I had learned to love the way I looked, but that's something I kept inside. So wether it was a polite or rude comment; I was still embarrassed. Weird right. " Jasmine!!!!! Bitch, you look beautiful!" , "Bitch , you look beautiful!", I responded. We both looked good, and loved complimenting each other. It was an 'us' thing. " So, how did it go? Did you guys... you know? Bitch tell me everything!", Anna was already getting straight to the point. I busted out laughing. " So you're not gonna say anything ? Did you and Mark fuck? De-tails , because you're smiling right now. Bitch you never smile." Last night I was with my new boo thing, it has been a while since I've been interested in anything at all, so Anna was excited. " I think I can still feel him inside of my cookie","bitch......" Anna was all ears now." Girl, remember I had told you, that I told him we are fucking Friday?" ,"yeah.. hurry up..."; Anna was growing impatient. I was still cracking up, because I was all fucked up. This dude fucked my whole rule book up,fucked me, and I was still trying to figure out where to start. "Well, when I got to his spot, it was really nice. I was so nervous, I had to roll up a few spliffs"." He smokes?"," yeah". "Could you just skip to the juicy part, pretty please?"," fine.", I replied . I wanted to skip all the sweet parts too, I was still trying to figure out why my cookie was craving the moment. Fuck! "Well I thought, it was gonna be a hit and go. Girl, when he pulled it out, yes pulled! That thang bounced like it had hydraulics. Shit almost poked me in the eye." " oh shit", Anna replied. " I almost ran out the room , but he was so gentle. He had his hand squeezing my throat so nicely, bitch i was gonna die happy. My stomach hurts though, I need to eat.", I looked away from her... I was already thinking about round 2 . What the fuck!? " bitch are you day dreaming? What happened to all that shit you were popping about turning him out?" , Anna started cracking up. " It was the total opposite, my inside is out right now", we both busted out laughing. She grabbed her keys, and we headed out. " Lets go grab something to eat before we study" Anna suggested," and a massage appointment, for me ", I finished her sentence. While we walked out, the guys outside continued to holler. The rest of the day was a blur, I had to get him off my mind; another taste couldn't hurt. Could it? I bit the Apple...
By Indigo Sun 6 years ago in Filthy
Sleeping Beauty Part 4
As Briar Rose and Brendan slept, Carabosse appeared in the room. She smiled as she looked down at her sleeping daughter. "It's a pity your father squandered his years with you in his obsession to beat me," she said. "When you wake in 100 years, I'll explain everything to you, my dear child."
By Amora Jones6 years ago in Filthy
Gold Dust Woman
They always ask that same question after they've visited my crib a few times, have paid their dollar for a poke or a suck, and feel there's an intimate bond between us. "What's a nice, pretty gal like you doin' spreadin' your legs for cowboys in a filthy cow town like Abilene?"
By Lori Beasley Bradley6 years ago in Filthy
Taste of Pleasure
Kylie pushed her books away when her phone rang, Mister flashed on the screen. She snatched it off the table and swiped to answer. “Hello.” Her voice was breathy, like a giddy school girl seeing her crush. She left his place less than twelve hours ago, but she wanted more.
By Asrai Devin6 years ago in Filthy
Deco Smoke Stories
1920’s Gretta Greta rolled down her black stockings letting her fingers brush her skin, slowly, starting at the very top. Her fingers brushed her clitoris and her muscles contracted and warmed slightly at the unexpected touch. She continued to place the flat of her palm on her inner thigh to roll the stocking down. Her legs were smooth except for the faintest of down that could be felt nearing her ankle. Dropping the stocking to the floor she began the other leg. She stretched a little touching her toes then making her hand flat again she enjoyed the sensation of the silk beneath her palm. With both hands she traced the outline of her leg letting her right hand linger over her sex thinking about pleasuring herself. She decided to wait and to let the pressure build.
By Juniper Jones6 years ago in Filthy
