erotic
Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Yes, Mistress
Maura thought that the first time she had sex in her office would be suaver. It would happen during a late night at the office, maybe the team had been working overtime for a week, and after everyone cleared out. There would be a bottle of wine, perhaps a pour of whiskey, to relax her body. It would be with someone older, more experienced, more mature… someone of a mentor to her or a peer. She imagined dark hair, dark red lipstick, put together, someone sensual.
By Lady Domitille7 years ago in Filthy
Kiss My Neck and Fuck My Arse
I was in the middle of rehearsing when he rang my bell. I answered the door dressed as a boy, but it didn’t seem to faze him. He stepped back and admired me. He said he liked it, my suit and my short hair and my fake moustache. He said I made a delightfully pretty boy.
By Dark Cherry Collective7 years ago in Filthy
Mine
“I can’t…” Daisy barely whispered, the hesitation clear in her voice, “I have a date tomorrow night.” It shouldn’t be that hard to say. Many college students have dates on Friday nights. They don’t typically have coffee meetings, study sessions, or spend the evening at home by themselves eagerly dreaming about their professor. Well, not her professor anymore. Professor Thompson, aka Maura, taught her World History class last year.
By Lady Domitille7 years ago in Filthy
The Initiation
Novadeena walked with her daughter to the Temple of the Divine Feminine. She glanced at her daughter, wondering what she was thinking. Was she nervous about her training? Did she have any fear about the sacred wisdom and sexual knowledge that awaited her within the inner chambers of the temple? I should have spoken more to her about this, Novadeena realized. Now it was too late, too late to share her own experiences within the depths of this holy structure.
By Jean Sumrall7 years ago in Filthy
Her Neighbor
Knock knock. The sound echoing from her door at eleven at night was unexpected, to say the least. The sharpness of each ‘thunk’ pricked at the edge of Maura’s brain, eating away at the little patience she had left in the day. The abrasive noise shot down her spine, straightening her up back into business mode despite fleeing from the office an hour before. Her fingers curled around her glass of whiskey, tapping the edges, internally debating whether she could ignore the visitor. A nuance from the office, no doubt. Someone needing to ask her a million mundane questions. Someone she didn’t have the patience for. Someone who, if they asked a single wrong question, would invite the pent-up hellish anger firestorm brewing within her veins.
By Lady Domitille7 years ago in Filthy
What Happens at 3:07 AM
Scarlet felt fingertips dancing on her ankles. She could feel the edges of sleep slipping away as hands massaged her calves. She moaned as her eyes began to flutter open. The lights were still off. Turning her head to the side, she read the blaring red numbers off the alarm clock.
By Lady Domitille7 years ago in Filthy
Locked in the Library
Nicole started going to the library during her lunch breaks for a couple different reasons. One, it got her out of the grimy dive-bar cafe she worked at for a half hour. Two, she got to pick up new books to read. And finally, she couldn’t stop thinking about the cute girl that worked there.
By Lady Domitille7 years ago in Filthy
