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Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Sideways
“Come by my apartment after work. Just so we can talk privately,” I read the email and immediately knew that Andrew didn’t want to just “talk privately.” Since our intense break room make-out session, we had been dancing around sex. I want it. Damn, do I want it. I want it in the bathroom, I want it in the backseat of my car, I want it on my desk; I just want him to fuck me sideways. He wants it too. But something keeps me dancing around it.
By Victoria Lee8 years ago in Filthy
Just for Tonight
We'll meet in a bar. You'll be sitting across the room, a beer in your hand. Your eyes will travel up my body until they burn into mine. I will be sipping on a jack and coke to let you know that I'm a tough girl, because everyone knows bourbon-drinking women are strong. You'll strut towards me, taking your time so you can come up with whatever pickup line you feel like using on me. You'll make yourself at home on the stool next to me, never letting your eyes leave mine. We'll flirt, and I'll squeeze your arm. Your hand will rest on my thigh ever so lightly. It will be high enough to make me wonder, but low enough so as to make sure I'm not uncomfortable.
By Bryanna Burshnick8 years ago in Filthy
Thank You Kindly
It wasn’t what I expected it to be. When I arrived at the office after a 2 week leave of absence, I felt relieved that someone else had to deal with the daily grind for a while and that I didn’t know what had gone on over the past 2 weeks. I was on autopilot walking down the aisles being introduced to the new staff members who had been hired during my time away. Autopilot quickly shut off when I ended up at his desk, staring into his deep brown eyes.
By Victoria Lee8 years ago in Filthy
The Skull Man: Part 1
Ten Years Ago.... She couldn't breathe. Her lungs were about to burst from lack of oxygen and if she didn't find a place to hide soon, she'd be next. Her legs were cramping up from the running but she had to keep going. She couldn't let that psychopath bring her back to that horrible place.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Nobody Has to Know!
Chris was pulling up to the main entrance to the college in our pearl white Bentley. I saw that he had Lucas in the front seat; his go-to boy when he needed someone to be put down. As I got closer to the car, I saw that they were laughing, which told me this was a social call. I hopped in the back seat, closing the door behind me.
By Sassy Spence8 years ago in Filthy
Weekend Massage
It is almost time to leave work, and I am looking online for something to do for the weekend. I’m not really a club person. That scene is old, and too many young people frequent downtown these days. There is nothing good at the movie theater, and at this point I am scanning my emails, looking at spam and other junk just to kill time till I can leave the office.
By Minerva McAlister8 years ago in Filthy
Come Now, Come Naked
Come naked. “I’m horny... Come now.” When the text message came across you were still enthralled in work. It was only 3:00... but it was Friday, you were the boss... and it had been two weeks since you last felt my lips on your cock, the thought instantly conjuring up a mental image of me on my knees bobbing up and down.
By JLM fantasies8 years ago in Filthy
Late Night Fantasy (Part 1)
She lays on her bed trying to settle into sleep, exhausted from working into the late night; her body was sore, her bones ached all over. Reaching over to her nightstand, she grabs her remote, turns on her TV; nothing of interest is on she see's the reruns of I Love Lucy. Looking to her left, she see's no one, her bed is cold, she is lonely. She hears a vibration from her cell phone, she looks at it, and the caller ID says unknown, she hesitates but reaches over and picks it up. "Hello," She says in a light voice. "Hello, Miss Sarah." The other voice warm and gentle. She took a deep breath and adjusted herself on the bed, wincing from the pain. "Who is this?" She told, her voice firm in its conviction.
By DALIL1NE MINION8 years ago in Filthy
Gay Sex in Korea
I sat at the bar and ordered a drink from a really cute bartender named Ace. He wouldn’t tell me his Korean name, and I didn’t really care. I was enamored with him, and was obviously terribly naïve, because he kept trying to convince me to buy dreadfully overpriced drinks. But he did it so sweetly, with such an adorable smile, that I couldn’t resist. I still remember those dimples and the way he’d rub up against me when he delivered drinks to customers at tables.
By Daniel Payne8 years ago in Filthy
