erotic
Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Physical Game
Gabriel and Hazel were a match made on the basketball court. They met when he started following her video blog. In between teaching sessions at the local community college, Gabriel would log on to see what she was up to at her campus 50 miles away. Gabriel loved following Hazel's campus dating life and her fascination for sports.
By Roman Gabrielo8 years ago in Filthy
Oral Fixation Part 1
I knew what she wanted. It’s what she always wanted. She wanted me to bury my face between her thick thighs. She wanted me to part her pussy lips and devour her wetness. And I was always happy to oblige her. One reason I enjoyed being invited to see her was that I got to lick, suck, and fuck her senseless. And as if that weren’t rewarding enough, sometimes she invited a friend.
By Tim Ellerbe II8 years ago in Filthy
Gorgeous
I've never been the type to speak my fate into existence, to wish for something unattainable and completely out of my comfort zone. That all changed the moment I set eyes on you. I was nervous the moment you decided to wave back at me the day we met and I was nervous every second after that.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Insatiable
By my estimation, she had climaxed three times already. And still she continued to take the pounding I was dishing out. My rock hard dick repeatedly disappeared into her soaking wet pussy causing our bodies to violently slap against each other rhythmically. It was such a raw and primal sound, and it seemed as if we were magically creating music together. I held her thick thighs firmly against my chest as she lay on her back, her hands holding onto the brass headboard in a death grip. The bed groaned and creaked beneath us at the onslaught. Her size DD breasts pinwheeled in opposing directions as I fucked her mercilessly. The sight of her succulent breasts only added fuel to my already significant arousal.
By Tim Ellerbe II8 years ago in Filthy
Skin Echoes
I have no idea why I'm at your door tonight. No. That's a lie. I know exactly why. And apparently you do too. You open the door as if you knew who was about to knock. Maybe you did. Maybe you saw me coming. Maybe you've been waiting for me all along. Maybe you've found someone else. None of those scenarios stopped me from finding you after we ran into each other again. Someone had to make the next move, and I wanted to be that person tonight.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Sofia: Part 8
Her entire body felt like it was floating on water, weightless, no burden anchoring her down. Or at least, that's what she wished was happening. When she'd woken up from her 16 hour sleep marathon, she felt as if all the pain in the world was infused into every nerve ending of her body. Salt in the deepest of cuts was nothing compared to how miserable she had felt.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Climax
She wasn’t always sexually adventurous. She had been a complete and utter prude when he’d met her one year earlier. He had been drawn initially to her earthy nature and her gentle spirit. Of course, it hadn’t hurt that she was extremely easy on the eyes. She had one of those faces that implied she’d won the genetic lottery and to be honest, her body, though often hidden by conservative clothing, was a sight to behold. She was subtly voluptuous with a flat toned stomach. Her hips were well defined as were her legs, as if she was extremely fond of leg day at the gym.
By Tim Ellerbe II8 years ago in Filthy
