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Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Coffee-Shop Ophelia
For the longest time, Killian didn't know how to approach her. He always saw her and just melted in his shoes. To him, she was perfect. Her curvy waist and even the way her thighs rubbed together when she walked into the coffee shop each morning. He loved the way she would brush her wavy hair, which smelt of lavender, over her shoulder and tuck a curl behind her ear right before ordering.
By Jasmin Rivas8 years ago in Filthy
Filthy
She laid there in bed caressing her fingers across her body, remembering the encounters from last night. Her hubby had just left her with a big wet kiss as he left for work early that morning. She couldn’t shake the feelings he gave her. Each moment with him was like falling into the clouds and experiencing pure, undoubted joy and sensations she couldn’t explain.
By Marta Nicole8 years ago in Filthy
"Spank Me... Please" (Part Four)
Leah's third orgasm had ripped, contracted, and buckled through her without mercy, and she slumped down, even more as Mike tenderly rubbed her ass. He pulled her, causing her to stand, and then turned her towards him. His eyes held hers as he pulled her head back by the hair, pulling her shirt to expose her breast and grip her nipple tightly until she inhaled sharply. He smiled, saying, "You love it, and you know it."
By LP Steinbeck8 years ago in Filthy
Club Cliche (Part One)
Mary-Anne caressed her body as she moved on the dance floor; it was kind of cliched looking for a fuck in the club. But she was looking for something special. She was hoping it would be easy to find her considering people all come here with goals, to get drunk, to get high, to be popular, to screw. She had seen and tried her fair share of it. Tonight was important, the months leading up until now and all the work she had done would be for nothing if tonight was not successful.
By Velvet Shodun8 years ago in Filthy
Night Out
Dressed in black from head to toe, fishnets, reeking of Viva La Juicy, I stood inconspicuously at the corner of the bar. Why was I here? I didn't know. This wasn't my scene. It was Saturday night and the place was packed. An up-and-coming band was setting up their equipment near the dance floor. I was terrified.
By Waverleigh Rose Garlington8 years ago in Filthy
