erotic

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

Four Finger Combo. Content Warning.
It is quite common when you're down and out and craving sexual contact to lower your standards a little. It's a mix of desperation and having to re-examine your particular likes and don't likes. I've been known - on more than one occasion - to hook up with someone out of my normal type simply for the story; once in a blue moon it's out of sympathy.
By Gabriel Bradshaw 6 months ago in Filthy
My Roommate's Sister
Slowly, Mason and Leni walked back to the dorms, holding hands and enjoying the cool night air. When they had been outside for about five minutes, Mason noticed Leni shivering. She was only wearing a long skirt and a button-up denim blouse that had short sleeves, so the wind must have been really cold on her arms. Unzipping the UF sweater he was wearing, Mason slipped it over and offered it to Leni.
By Jo. Schmidt6 months ago in Filthy
Learning My Place
There was an intoxicating scent of sweat and desperation in the air that mixed with the constant moaning from my girlfriend that only made me want to pound her harder. She was on all fours on the bed as I relentlessly fucked the shit out of her, her ass blushing a deep shade of red from the whipping that I just gave her. As I started grasping the riding crop in my hand more tightly in preparation for another slap, it suddenly crossed my mind how quickly this had come — or rather, how quickly I had come (no pun intended).
By Antimatter427 months ago in Filthy
My Roommate's Sister
Mason led Leni up to the third floor of the building where she went into one of the communal bathrooms to clean herself up a little. While she was in there, Mason went into the male bathroom and threw out the condom wrapper and the soiled condom, still folded up in a piece of paper. After they both finished up, they made their way to Mason and Josh’s dorm.
By Jo. Schmidt7 months ago in Filthy
My Roommate's Sister
“Mason? Is that you?” It was a warm Saturday in April and Mason was walking across campus heading back to his dorm. He just finished a morning shift at the car shop he worked at when he heard his name being called. Looking towards the voice, he smiled when he saw his friend’s parents, Brian and Carrie approaching him. He smiled even bigger when he saw who was also with them.
By Jo. Schmidt7 months ago in Filthy
Hercules and the Humming Bird. Content Warning.
The most lucrative attraction of the traveling circus from the Far East was never featured on the billing. Only word of mouth brought curious patrons to the small tent hidden behind the big top. And most, when told of the ten shilling entrance fee by the attending clown, beat a hasty retreat. Surely no circus act was worth that? Even the name didn’t suggest wonders worth the price. “Hercules and the Hummingbird.” Presumably they had a strongman, and perhaps he’d taught a hummingbird to hover over his head or something. Not a sight they’d part with a week’s wages to see.
By Davi Mai7 months ago in Filthy
Trust in Hans. Content Warning.
Rachel escaped the hustle of the foot traffic on Rue Cermieux when she turned down the narrow cobble stoned alley. It had no signage, but it was the first left after the Cafe de Flore, as per the hand-drawn map she clutched. Wary of the uneven ground under her heels, she made her way carefully into the ever quieter, ever darker alley. Near the end she found a faded sign announcing the entrance to the famous Hans Claudelle’s studio.
By Davi Mai7 months ago in Filthy
My Roommate's Sister
Checking his pockets and belongings one more time, Mason made sure he had everything he needed before heading out. Car keys, wallet, cell phone, a full water bottle for the car ride, three condoms and an extra sweater for Leni in case she got cold.
By Jo. Schmidt7 months ago in Filthy
Bound by Sir. Content Warning.
I never thought I’d end up here, bent over Professor Kane’s antique oak desk in his private study, my wrists bound behind my back with his silk tie and my skirt hiked up around my waist. My name is Lila, and I’m a twenty-year-old English major who used to sit in the third row of his Victorian Literature seminar, taking notes like a good girl while secretly wondering what those strong, veined hands looked like wrapped around something other than a fountain pen.
By Chahat7 months ago in Filthy
The Stranger. Content Warning.
The house was dead silent, save for the rhythmic, even breathing of my sleeping husband. I stood by the bedroom door, heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird, and carefully pulled the silk robe over my naked body. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his sleeping back, trying to convince myself I wasn't doing this. Then a text from Him flashed on the screen: Come outside. Now.
By Stephanie Wright7 months ago in Filthy
Her Friend, Our Secret. Content Warning.
This wasn’t how I imagined this playing out. I chose to confront Lexi when Jessica was at work. Knowing she would defend her childhood friend with unwavering loyalty. This had to be done; however, I wasn’t prepared for the madness that would be its aftermath.
By T.D. Chronicler7 months ago in Filthy
OMG, How Did I End Up There?. Content Warning.
I never thought I’d write this down, but after what happened last night, I can’t keep it inside anymore. My name’s Jess, I’m 24, and I live in this cramped two-bedroom apartment with my stepdad, Mark. He’s 48, built like a guy who still works construction even though he runs his own small contracting business now. Mom left when I was 17, and it’s just been us ever since. People always said we were too close, but they didn’t know the half of it.
By Chahat7 months ago in Filthy