erotic
Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Between the bookshelves
I couldn't concentrate on my books. It was cold in the library and I could tell the beautiful woman in front of me wasn't wearing a bra, because her thin cotton dress fitted perfectly to her skin. Glancing up, I analysed the curve of her bust and how her waist emphasised them. She was leaning on her forearms reading a literature textbook. It was past 10 pm. We were the only students as far as I can see on this floor. I got lost admiring her figure before I heard a whisper, "I can feel your eyes on me." She didn't even look up at me.
By Lara Newton6 years ago in Filthy
COVID-19 FUCKS US! Now, This?
Narrative Poem/ Letter to COVID-19: Fucking up my emotional state, locked me down to fondling and self-pleasuring. My creative juices are drying up. I can only hold onto small increments of my last time when I was receiving the best head of a lifetime.
By Bree Z Love6 years ago in Filthy
Kitten in Heat: Part 2
Can He Match Her Heat? I was strutting in the illumination of the city of lights with the thrilling appeal. I am a city girl and the nostalgia of being in this grandiose city made me feel incredibly invincible in this city. The secrecy of the new supply of adventure and sex-fueled game of Cat and Mouse. The curiosity was killing me. One week had passed since our first meeting in my city; comparably small to his city. In his city, I could strut like a Queen Feline. Leo women tend to have a fierce existence: “... Leos can never hide when they like or are smitten by someone….she is forward and she is confident…” Even with my petite stature of 4’11, I pack a lot of heat.
By Bree Z Love6 years ago in Filthy
Chronicles of a Professional and a Whore
Now that I understood the problem, I had to come up with an answer. I had never dealt with a man so self-sufficient to the point where a woman’s company is not wanted or required. The fact of the matter is that he made me feel unattractive and unwanted, and I needed him to undo that. The typical approach will not work. This can’t be about just the carnal. He needs the complete package. The thought made my breath catch. That was it! Operation: Wifey Facade is a go!
By Gynesis Reveals6 years ago in Filthy
Dream State Part One
Chapter One: Dream Or Reality. It always starts with a late night, or should I call it early morning? My head lays upon the soft pillow while my eyes stay wide open watching the darkness that seems to swirl and shift around my room, I honestly can not say how long I have laid here trying to drift into sleep I seem to have lost my sense of time. I truly can't sleep, I can merely just lay here watching the moonlight as it shines though a gap of the curtains that cover my bedroom window sheltering from the most of the moonlight and although it seems quite and calm in the street below, there is the odd sound in the distant which seems to be the roar of a car engine rushing down the main road. A car that was probably filled with late night Friday drinkers returning home from their nights activity's, perhaps they will all get to sleep with their merry aid of alcohol. My mind is swimming with the thoughts of everything that has happened from the night before, as if it is a haunting memory. In truth I'm scared it will happen again but I'm not even sure if it was real to beginning with, yet my legs are still shaking and my skin still tingles from touch of your fingers that seemed to dance across my flesh. Let alone every kiss from your lips that showed tender care yet a devilish desire, with the whispers from your voice like a tigers purr in my ear dream and pleasurable, but still my mind questions how could it be real and how could it not. Even if it was all just a dream, it must be real to some extent and in some strange unearthly way. My mind can not stop thinking of your fingers and how they felt like electricity, they sent shook waves across my skin that seemed to resonate though every cell of my body. Every shiver was a cool, empathic and lustful bite that seemed to linger for hours on end and I suspect could of linger for days, yet I am scared to return to the land of dreams, I'm scared to encounter you once again. However as the night draws on my eyes are become heavy as I watch the moonlight dance across the celling of my dark room, my mind is still swimming with every image reply over with every detail of the dream the night before, it is like a never ending film replaying over and over again.
By Alixzandra Wiseman6 years ago in Filthy
You Can Leave Your Hat On!
I wanted him to touch me so much that I thought I was going to explode. He was older than me, quite a bit older, but he had a tight body, long hair, and eyes that looked right into your soul. Unfortunately he was living with another woman, and I was making it my life goal to get him for myself. After all, they weren't married or anything like that, so as far as I could see, he was out there for the taking.
By Denise Willis6 years ago in Filthy
