erotic

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

Laundromat
Hello my fellow letter readers. My name is Jason and I finally have one worthy of a letter to Xavier or whoever is doing it nowadays.
By DSabout a month ago in Filthy
Through the Hole — Part 2
I slept in pieces. Every time I woke up my hand was already between my legs, like my body had made a decision my mouth hadn’t signed. The shower from Wednesday night hadn’t done what I needed it to do. I could still feel the floor in my knees. I made coffee at 6:50 and drank it standing at the sink looking at his mug from Sunday, the one with the chipped handle he refuses to throw away.
By Chahatabout a month ago in Filthy
Like A Virgin
There is something undeniably sexy about taking someone's virginity; for centuries, creepy old men have forged alliances and waged wars for the privilege of deflowering a young maiden. I wasn't out - or sexually active - in high school, but in my early twenties, a few opportunities to take a guy's virginity were presented to me, though I never followed through. As I have gotten older, it has become incredibly inappropriate for me to be taking anyone's virginity, unless, of course, I happen to stumble across a guy in his twenties or thirties who is still a virgin, though that opens up a completely different can of worms.
By Gabriel Bradshaw about a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The scent of her – a potent mix of exertion and desire – filled my nostrils as I gripped Holly's waist. Her hips, already damp with our shared pleasure, bucked instinctively against me, a rhythm that was both primal and perfectly synced. We’d been at it for hours, exploring every curve and crevice of our insatiable desire, and the bedsheets were a tangled testament to our marathon of intimacy. My own reserves were running thin, my muscles aching in the most delicious way possible, but Holly was a creature of pure, unadulterated passion tonight.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
Holly, a vision of tangled blonde hair and flushed skin, bit her lip, her eyes blazing into mine. "You make me so horny," she purred, her voice a husky whisper that clawed at my insides. A slow, knowing smile played on her lips, a silent challenge that I was more than eager to meet.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The bathroom was a symphony of steam and desire, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and something undeniably primal. Holly and Emilia, a whirlwind of wet limbs and ecstatic moans, had been teasing me for what felt like an eternity. We’d started with playful splashes, which quickly escalated into intimate caresses, and now we were here.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The air in the club was a thick, pulsating beast, a mix of sweat, expensive perfume, and the thumping bass that vibrated through the very soles of my shoes. Emilia, her hair a wild, dark halo around her flushed face, was a glorious blur in front of me, her hips swaying with an almost defiant rhythm. I had my hands firmly gripping her waist, guiding her as we danced, the music possessing us both.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The air in the loft was thick with the scent of sweat, musk, and something electric – the undeniable charge of bodies in glorious, uninhibited motion. Emilia’s nails were raking patterns down my back, each gasp a testament to the primal rhythm we’d fallen into. Her hips met mine with a ferocity that bordered on violent, a beautiful, animalistic dance.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The low, throaty hum of the record player filled the room, a velvety trumpet weaving through the comfortable silence. Emilia, perched on the arm of the plush velvet armchair, her legs tucked beneath her, watched me with an almost predatory glint in her eyes. The silk robe she’d thrown on after her shower was open just enough to offer teasing glimpses of creamy skin and the delicate lace of her chemise.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
"Holly turns you on but I don't? Really?" Emilia’s voice was laced with a dangerous calm, though her eyes, usually a soft hazel, glinted with an unmistakable pique. She stood a few feet from me, arms crossed, her silk robe clinging to her curves, a silent accusation in every line of her body. The air in the bedroom, thick with the scent of her jasmine perfume, suddenly felt suffocating.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The hum of the nightclub speakers vibrated through the plush velvet of the VIP booth, a constant, low thrum against my weary senses. Emilia, bless her energetic heart, was still trying, her fingers teasing at the base of my shaft, but my enthusiasm had packed up and left an hour ago, probably with the last shot of lukewarm tequila. Her soft moans were a sweet counterpoint to the insistent beat, a gentle pressure to feel something, anything, but my body felt like a deflated balloon.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
Holly’s moan, a guttural sound that seemed to defy the flimsy walls of the apartment, vibrated through my chest. "Surely someone heard that," I thought, the words barely formed before they were swallowed by the escalating clamor of the party next door and the even louder, more insistent rush of blood in my ears. We must have been heard. But in this building, amidst this specific constellation of nocturnal revelers, I think we were just ignored.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy