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

Red
“Superlike. That’s flattering.” We bantered back and fourth. You were whip smart and as witty as they come. I asked if you’d like to meet for a beer and you graciously suggested a pub in my neighbourhood.
By Doctor Mister Lady7 years ago in Filthy
The Sexual Optative
“I know you,” he said. He was close to me, close enough to whisper his words, and they still thundered in my ear. I felt the warmth of this closeness, and his breath smelled like coffee and caramel. I glanced up from the organic produce, kiwi in my hand, but only so I could see his lips, because if I had ever kissed them, I would know. Medium lips, pouting in the middle, by nature and not intent, and a sharp jaw line. He had dark hair, yet no beard or moustache. Chest hair peaked out of the top of his button-down flannel shirt, and I saw a couple silvery ones, too.
By LP Steinbeck7 years ago in Filthy
For the Love of a Demon Ep. 9
We pick up with Louisa and Sebastian after the difficult dinner with their family, William, and Lord Birch. Many question have been answered, while many more remain unanswered. Sebastian has gently reminded William to take care with Lilith and to remember whose daughter she is. As he returns to the main entrance hall of the manor, Sebastian finds only Louisa waiting for him. Catch up with the main story here.
By Lorelei_Sands7 years ago in Filthy
Open
Two women explore the boundaries of an open relationship. My phone pings. A WhatsApp message from Kimara: Seriously undone by you.
By Aurore7 years ago in Filthy
For the Love of a Demon Ep. 8
Louisa and her family have faced many dangers since our last encounter. The children are now almost fully grown and are coming into their demonic powers.
By Lorelei_Sands7 years ago in Filthy
The Drive Home
A stop off at her local wine shop turns into a parking lot hook-up. I’m on my way home from a long weekend in the city. The sun is setting as I cross the bridge, and that always inspires romance in me. I’ve had the day to recover from two nights of dancing and watching other people fuck. I’m feeling sexy in my hot-weather party pajamas, a short, thin, army green skirt, strappy black tank top, and black lace-up boots. I’ve shoved all my party clothes into my magic purse, and now I have to dig through it all to find my phone because the radio just cut out and there’s traffic.
By Aurore7 years ago in Filthy
Thickness
A woman meets a man in a bar and initiates a spontaneous hook up. I’ll never understand beer, how it’s made, the sourness, the richness, what the amber color means, or why the specificity of the pour is so important. And I’m okay with that. If I listened to what he’s saying instead of intensely fixating on how his shirt fits snuggly across his forceful shoulders, I might be able to appreciate the hops education he’s giving me. But navigating the complex culture of brewing will have to wait for another day when his thick right hand isn’t brushing against the outside of my left thigh that just so happens to be uncovered from my flouncy, black summer dress.
By Aurore7 years ago in Filthy
Forty-Eight. Top Story - November 2019.
A woman enters into a Dom-Sub relationship. And what should I wear? D: You will leave your clothes by the door. You may choose undergarments to wear if you wish.
By Aurore7 years ago in Filthy
The King
She deems him out of her league but decides to make him a conquest; years of on-and-off hate sex ensues. I move to Boston (Boss town) shortly after my 21st birthday. I need to finish college and am attending what is referred to as “a historically blue collar, commuter school” by a cranky old man visiting a coffee shop where I work during my year off of school. When I mention I’m studying English Literature he scowls with judgement, “It’s not really a school meant for people studying liberal arts.”
By Aurore7 years ago in Filthy
Ex-Boyfriend Fantasy
A woman imagines running into her ex. The fantasy continues back at his place when she dommes him. It’s a dark East Williamsburg bar. The music is too loud and everyone is drunk. We both should be home, it’s 2 AM, but we’re not. Our eyes lock for the first time in months. There’s a flash of anger in his. Then sadness, then that warmth, that cozy charm. It’s almost a twinkle. It’s disarming. He looks different.
By Aurore7 years ago in Filthy
A Coffee Nap with a Twist
I yawned so hard my jaw cracked. “Tired?” Tina asked. “Tired isn’t the half of it,” I said. “I can barely keep my eyes open.” It was the end of one hell of a week, and I was so exhausted I couldn’t think properly. My body felt like it was made out of lead.
By Dark Cherry Collective7 years ago in Filthy
Fantasy 1
She was so hungry for attention. It had been so long since she had been touched. She wasn't the type to go out and get some strange. She needed a connection. Some friendship. Someone she trusted so she could let herself be who she us in the bedroom. She had so many un-fulfilled fantasies and as she lay in bed they ran through her mind. Her exe was the one she played them out with in her mind. He was her closest connection.
By Cindy Burke7 years ago in Filthy