erotic

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

The House Next Door. Content Warning.
It was on one such afternoon, trapped indoors by the relentless drumming on our tiled roof, that I first heard the new neighbors arrive.
By Chahatabout a year ago in Filthy
Loving in the rain
Rain taps gently against the windows of my bedroom. I have them cracked open a couple of inches so that I can smell the sweet, crisp rain. It’s the end of summer, when the trees start to change and the days start to cool. I’m tucked in my warm, cozy bed, happily nuzzling into my pillow as I am beginning to slip into unconsciousness. Just as I feel my lids close, I hear the ding of my phone notification. I should just ignore it, I should just slip quietly back into oblivion, but for some reason, I don’t.
By MissyMarie about a year ago in Filthy
Bored in the Bedroom? Try These 7 Role Plays Before Monday
Let’s be honest — you can only fake surprise at your partner’s “new move” for so long. Sex can be incredible, emotional, even spiritual… but it can also fall victim to the most unsexy of villains: routine. The lights go off, the same two positions happen, and somewhere in the distance a tiny violin plays for your libido.
By No One’s Daughterabout a year ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
During the first few minutes of us kissing, I moaned as you began to softly stroke my cock in your hand. Your hand was just able to wrap around my shaft and I looked into your eyes. "Well.. I'm glad that I surpassed your expectations." I say with a soft chuckle, looking at your breasts bounce as you stroked me.
By Forest Greenabout a year ago in Filthy
Humiliation Made Me Submissive . Content Warning.
October 28th (Later) The party was a dying animal. Its pulse, the music, had slowed to a thrumming, melancholic love song from a decade ago. The roar of a hundred conversations had dwindled to the low murmur of the last few stragglers, the clinking of bottles collected by the help, the weary groans of furniture being shifted. The air in the main hall was stale, a graveyard of spilled drinks, shattered papadum, and exhausted perfume.
By Chahatabout a year ago in Filthy
A Night at the Theatre
The auditorium hummed with the sound of a thousand different conversations. None of which involved me. Being a sad and pitiful singleton, I was alone and had no one to talk to.
By Viola Blackabout a year ago in Filthy
Meeting My Ex At A Party. Content Warning.
The Balcony October 28th I saw him across a sea of familiar-unfamiliar faces, and for a second, the last five years didn't just vanish; they were violently erased. The air, thick with the smell of tandoori kebabs, spilled whiskey, and too much perfume, went thin. The bass of the bhangra track thumping from the speakers inside seemed to sync with a sudden, hard pulse in my throat.
By Chahatabout a year ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
My eyes widened as I continued to listen to you, hearing you out as best as I could while looking towards you, seeing you scoot yourself closer to me. "You wanna spend more time with me? Just, with me and nobody else?" I say quietly, hearing you talk about how close you want the two of us to be. "I.. you? Want to be close to me? How.. close, are you thinking?"
By Forest Greenabout a year ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
I moaned as you began to softly stroke my cock in your hand. Your hand was just able to wrap around my shaft and I looked into your eyes. "Well.. I'm glad that I surpassed your expectations." I say with a soft chuckle, looking at your breasts bounce as you stroked me.
By Forest Greenabout a year ago in Filthy
Writing Gay Taboo Erotica
Most people write love stories to be understood. I write the ones people are afraid to admit they want. There’s something electric about that, about stepping into a story that society would rather you not tell. The kind that carries both heat and shame, longing and defiance. The kind that makes people whisper, then secretly read every word.
By Julian Kaneabout a year ago in Filthy
The 2025 HUMP! Film Festival - A Review (Part Three). Content Warning.
WARNING: The following contains explicit discussion and descriptions of intimate sexual encounters and kinks that may be upsetting to some readers. Please continue at your own discretion.
By John Dodgeabout a year ago in Filthy
My Bf - Small Dick. Content Warning.
October 12th I’m writing this down because if I don’t, I think my skin might just split open from the pressure of keeping it all inside. My name is Anya, I’m twenty-four, and I live in a shared apartment in a dusty, loud, beautiful corner of South Delhi. And I have a secret that is so loud, it’s a wonder the entire neighbourhood can’t hear it screaming in the silence between my heartbeats.
By Chahatabout a year ago in Filthy