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Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Excerpt from The Book
Alya enjoyed traveling. She wasn't very good at it, though. She got lost easily, and overwhelmed in crowds. Alya means Heavens. Her mother had named her as a sort of intense religious promise. Her brother had teased that she was named so because her head was always in the clouds. Alya's last boyfriend had told her she brought Heaven to Earth.
By Shadia Murray7 years ago in Filthy
The Boy at the Gym
He’s young though and his girlfriend is permanently attached to him. It appears I am having my Mrs Robinson moment. Leave the poor boy alone, I say to myself. As I continue with my cool down on the stretch area of the gym I sense I am being watched. As I lift my head up from the cobra pose I see The Boy looking at me with lust in his baby blues. I stare back but with a blank expression on my face not wanting to give away my true thoughts and desires for this Boy (with the girlfriend in tow). I very seductively go into the downward dog pose and smile to myself.
By Gillian Foster7 years ago in Filthy
On Top
Kylie loved him. Nash was a gorgeous man, his face structure was defined and muscular. His green eyes and pouty lips caught her the second they met in that bar the first time, and she had gotten his number. They had been dating for about a month before she would let herself have sex with him. The thick redhead had been hurt and wanted to slow down with this one.
By Kira Lydia G.7 years ago in Filthy
My Night with The King!
As this perfectly handsome man transpires from the escalator into my world, he appeared like the male Phoenix from the Ashes, and my beating heart ceases. He is no ordinary man. This Alpha would have been better placed on Mount Olympus, peering down on us mere mortals. An image comes to mind of Zeus occasionally sending thunderbolts hurtling to Earth to remind mankind of his power. He approaches, and my physiology kicks in with a renewed force, and my heart beats once again.
By Gillian Foster7 years ago in Filthy
If Not for Nothing
I laid in bed, wondering, how did I get to this point? Missing someone, missing something, I didn’t have very long. Feeling the faint fingertips run over my arms, skin prickling. I closed my eyes as a pair of eyes looked back at me, drowning black as I fell deep. Lips and teeth casually nipping and pulling at me. I reached my hand up for my hair, ruffling it as I turned onto my side, hoping if I changed positions the thoughts would suddenly just disappear.
By S. L. McGee7 years ago in Filthy
Diaries of a Call Girl (Part 2)
My heart leaped into my throat. Initially, I was unnerved, creeped out. I didn’t like looking at his eyes behind the leather mask that he wore. He walked closer to me, I could hear his breath quicken. I laid there seriously debating whether or not I could get to the door fast enough. Never mind the fact that I was naked.
By Vivian Heart7 years ago in Filthy
Late Night Loving
Ana was asleep in her bed next to her love, Damien. Her slumber was soon interrupted due to a sound she did not know the source of. After a few moments, she assumed it was Damien sleep talking again. He did it somewhat often. It was a quirky habit of his, and she found it amusing due to the fact that she couldn’t understand anything he was saying. In contrast to his usual tone, it was very loud and confident, so very different to his normal ways that Ana always giggled. It was one of the many things that Damien did that amused her.
By I Am A Pizza7 years ago in Filthy
