erotic
Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
I moaned as you began to softly stroke my cock in your hand. Your hand was just able to wrap around my shaft and I looked into your eyes. "Well.. I'm glad that I surpassed your expectations." I say with a soft chuckle, looking at your breasts bounce as you stroked me.
By Forest Green6 months ago in Filthy
Writing Gay Taboo Erotica
Most people write love stories to be understood. I write the ones people are afraid to admit they want. There’s something electric about that, about stepping into a story that society would rather you not tell. The kind that carries both heat and shame, longing and defiance. The kind that makes people whisper, then secretly read every word.
By Julian Kane6 months ago in Filthy
My Bf - Small Dick. Content Warning.
October 12th I’m writing this down because if I don’t, I think my skin might just split open from the pressure of keeping it all inside. My name is Anya, I’m twenty-four, and I live in a shared apartment in a dusty, loud, beautiful corner of South Delhi. And I have a secret that is so loud, it’s a wonder the entire neighbourhood can’t hear it screaming in the silence between my heartbeats.
By Chahat Kaur6 months ago in Filthy
First time someone touched me in crowd. Content Warning.
October 12 I always think of the smell first. Like a heavy blanket, it's jasmine and marigold from the flower guy's cart. Then it smacks you – the sharp smell from those beat-up rickshaws. A warm, wet feeling of so many folks huddled together, all moving like one big thing. Silk, cotton, sweat – all heading towards the river. The Ganga Aarti in Varanasi? It's not something to watch from the stands. It’s like jumping headfirst into a pool. You don’t just see it; it gets into you.
By Chahat Kaur6 months ago in Filthy
Mr. Thorne’s office.. Content Warning.
October 3rd The rain in Vancouver has a particular smell. It’s not just wet asphalt and damp earth. It’s the scent of cedar needles steaming on hot pavement after a sudden downpour, a clean, sharp perfume that gets into your lungs and makes you feel alive. I was breathing it in, standing under the awning of the Humanities building, watching the water sheet down in a grey curtain, separating me from the rest of the world. My backpack was heavy with books I hadn’t read, and my mind was a thousand miles away, or maybe just one floor up, in a corner office with a flickering fluorescent light.
By Chahat Kaur6 months ago in Filthy
What Women Secretly Store in Their ‘Wank Bank’ — You’ll Be Shocked What Gets Us Off
Nobody ever warns you that by the time you’re 30 you may have an entire underground archive of things that turn you on—none of which ever appeared in a mainstream porn hub. As women, our minds are weird, clever, furtive little beasts. We don’t always get turned on by what’s flashing on a screen. Sometimes it’s the glint of a voice, the rustle of silk, the sound of a stranger’s heavy breath in traffic, the memory of a half-heard lyric in a club. And we tuck all of those into a secret vault: our “wank bank.”
By No One’s Daughter6 months ago in Filthy
How to Write Erotic Steamy Stories That Keep Readers Hooked
Writing erotic steamy stories is not just about explaining romantic sense, but it is much more than that. When it comes to writing erotic stories, most people make the same mistake and fail to create a story that users want. A well-written story draws the audience's attention and makes them feel connected to the characters, story, and leaves them wanting more.
By pradeep kumar6 months ago in Filthy
