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Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Playing Together
You can build up toward coming when you're on your own. Drawing close and then pulling back, taking it to the edge, then stepping away. It is a kind of art that takes practice—keeping speed without crashing—and like all heartfelt expressions, it can be the more pleasurable when performed with someone else.
By Jamie Warren8 years ago in Filthy
Blackmailed by the Landlord
A knock on the door made Jake swear. He had blocked out a half hour for himself to enjoy a cup of tea and a novel, but it looked like that would have to wait, thanks to one of his tenants clogging up a toilet or playing their music too loud. “Just a minute!” He shouted as he turned off the whistling tea kettle and answered the door.
By Amora Jones8 years ago in Filthy
Echo the Escort: 'The Senator' (Pt. 2)
Four weeks earlier... 9/13/2018 Republican Senator Matthew Rhodes was a name I was familiar with. I recognized his name because he had tried—along with 45 percent of Republicans—to stop the legalization of same sex marriage, which obviously was a waste of time for him.
By Edwin Betancourt Jr.8 years ago in Filthy
That Feeling You Give Me
That feel that you get, the tingles that you feel inside when he touches your skin. Fuck. The feeling that I get in my belly and down... there when you touch me. My heart speeds up and I’m breathing heavy... you want to go further but know that you shouldn’t. You decide that your going to chase this feeling and ride on its high for as long as possible.
By Maya Juarez-Peña8 years ago in Filthy
His Brat (Pt. 2)
Rolling over, I go to sleep, the words from the contract flying through my mind, my dreams shifting into brief visions relating to his contract. I feel myself turning and unsettled. Waking up I feel far more tired than before I went to sleep.
By Author Billiejo Priestley8 years ago in Filthy
His Brat
It feels like a dream, not real at all, but it is. Laid here, my heart is beating slow, my breathing perfectly relaxed, and I never thought that would be possible. I look down at the large metal cuffs around my ankles fastened to the wall, my hands tied with the rope above my head. If anyone saw me now, they would think I was here unwillingly; my friends would freak if they knew I agreed.
By Author Billiejo Priestley8 years ago in Filthy
Mr. Henderson's Princess
Ever since Brianne started babysitting the Henderson’s children, Mr. Henderson sat back and watched as she blossomed into a young woman. Though he did spoil her every time he saw her, it was more for his advantage. He always had this thought of being with the babysitter.
By Brandi Payne8 years ago in Filthy
