erotic

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

Love Thoughts. Content Warning.
Sydney takes your hand as you to reception and she chats with the clerk. They take your bags to the room. "We could go straight to the bed but I'm tempted to try the pool first. Can we, baby?"
By Forest Green8 months ago in Filthy
The Touch of Silk: Erotic Rituals at the Heian Court. Content Warning.
The paper is thin—almost translucent. Folded once. On its surface, delicate ink curves into a verse—five lines, seventeen syllables of restrained longing. The scent of plum blossoms lingers on it. It arrives in the twilight hour, placed discreetly by a maidservant on a lacquered tray. A woman of the Heian court unfolds it without a word, though her heart already knows the calligraphy. She reads, then closes her eyes.
By Jiri Solc8 months ago in Filthy
Love Thoughts. Content Warning.
I shudder as she touches me. "I've never been so thankful in my life." I say with pure love in my voice. "I want to make you happy for all eternity."
By Forest Green8 months ago in Filthy
Wife’s Boss Chapter One: The Award Ceremony
“Be careful around Julia,” my wife reminded me for the fourteenth time. “I know,” I growled as we walked into the building.
By Alexander Martin8 months ago in Filthy
Under the Skin: The Secret History of Women’s Pleasure. Content Warning.
She lay back, breath shallow, fingers knotting the folds of her skirt. The room was dim—heavy curtains drawn against the noise of the outside world. Only the low hum of the machine filled the silence, a mechanical purr like a whisper at the base of the spine. The physician's hands were firm, clinical. And yet—her body knew what his books refused to name.
By Jiri Solc8 months ago in Filthy
Love Thoughts. Content Warning.
I wake up slowly and blink my eyes as I see the very spacious and nice bedroom. I look over and see Madison laying there in bed. I had not only fucked a celeb but a celeb I had a massive crush on. I see her stir slowly.
By Forest Green8 months ago in Filthy
Love Thoughts. Content Warning.
You follow a girl named Hailee on instagrám and have had a crush on her for a while now. You open instá and see that she just posted a bunch of hot pics of herself with the caption “Just broke up with my stupid bf…. Taking applicants… Hit me up if you think you got what it takes.
By Forest Green8 months ago in Filthy
Erotica Behind Barbed Wire: Sex, Violence, and Survival in Nazi Concentration Camps. Content Warning.
The searchlights slice the night like metronomes, ticking off the seconds of borrowed existence. A whistle shrieks somewhere beyond the electrified fence; a train has arrived, and with it another cargo of human beings, to be cataloged, shaved, and reduced to numbers. Inside Block 24 at Auschwitz, Ruth listens to the whistle and calculates how many minutes she has before the SS sergeant returns. She clutches the cigarettes he traded for her body, wonders whether they will truly translate into bread for her sister, and forces herself to breathe evenly so she won’t gag on the stench of carbolic soap and stale sweat clinging to the cramped room. In nineteen forty‑four, the Reich is crumbling, but the camp brothel still runs with brutal efficiency: a kapo at the door with a ledger, fifteen‑minute intervals enforced by stopwatch, and a doctor on call to inspect the women like broken livestock.
By Jiri Solc8 months ago in Filthy
Love Thoughts. Content Warning.
“This is more about your fun rather than mine. But if you want, you can ask me to do anything here." I was kind of disappointed and upset that you were being so cold with me even during sex but I was determined to turn this around.
By Forest Green8 months ago in Filthy
Love Thoughts. Content Warning.
I’m just a broke college student who accidentally won a secret auction, a full week with Alexandra as my free girlfriend at a private island resort. She didn't like this from the beginning but the contract left her no choice.
By Forest Green8 months ago in Filthy
Afterglow: Desire That Blooms Beyond Seventy. Content Warning.
Gray hair does not mute the heartbeat that quickens at a teasing glance across a restaurant table. Wrinkles do not erase the tingle that rises when someone’s breath brushes the curve of an ear. Yet American culture prefers tidy plots: the elderly are either sexless or reduced to punchlines when they make love. The truth is far more luminous. Past seventy, the body does not surrender its appetite; it refines it—like bourbon aging in oak until the burn mellows into warmth that lingers on the tongue. Years of experience dissolve self‑doubt, and the urgency of youth gives way to a decadent, unhurried savoring. Desire after seventy is less a last ember and more a late‑season wildfire—steady, self‑fueling, impossible to overlook once it sparks.
By Jiri Solc8 months ago in Filthy
Long Distance Love Letter.
Distance can stretch across oceans, cities, and time zones, but love — when it’s real — knows how to hold on. When you're far from the person who makes your heart feel at home, words become your bridge. They become the way you reach across the silence, the distance, and the longing.
By Nicholas Alpha 8 months ago in Filthy