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Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.

A Toy Story!
If you're reading my blogs and asking yourself if I have a dirty, filthy, sex crazed mind, then the answer is....well...not really. While I see you giving me the meanest side eye after reading that, I say hold your horses as I have a perfectly sane explanation. I'm an artist and while being sensitive about my shit like Erykha Badu, I write stories that just happen to show up in the imagination section of my brain. I see it then I write it and honestly, this particular one I've been meaning to write for a long time, so it's due. Let me give you a little background on it before I go in and, as always, I ask that you walk with me.
By Kai Storm8 years ago in Filthy
Taurus + Libra Sexual Smut — Tinder Hookup
This is a continuation of my previous story, "I Can't Get Over My Tinder Hookup" where I described the beginning of a date that I'll remember for the rest of my life. Just to recap, I left off at my hot Shawn Mendes/Taylor Lautner hybrid Tinder date Netflix and chilling with me at my house. The sexual tension was gradually but passionately building as we started watching New Girl on Netflix. We were on my bed and he sat on my right when he smoothly put his arm around my waist and then proceeded to go a little lower. Damn. He skipped the shoulder and went straight for my ass. He traced his finger in no particular shape on the curves of my ass. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second.
By Ankita Upadhyay8 years ago in Filthy
The Wicked Life
"Why didn't you tell me?" your chilling voice sends shivers down my spine, and I thought I had gotten over it. I should've known better. We were everything but convenient.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Oral Fixation Part 2
“Put that thing out. You know I hate when you smoke.” I took a long slow drag on the cigarette then smashed it out obediently in the ancient glass ashtray.
By Tim Ellerbe II8 years ago in Filthy
My Roommate
As I lie on the couch, worn out from my long day in college lectures in my old, outdated dorm room, daydreaming, I hear a voice in my head.
By Katherine Shear8 years ago in Filthy
The Power of Lust
Hey Beautiful Another day walking through the halls of Torture High BKA (Better Known As): Rushmore High in Rushmore, Louisiana, I had my armor up and my game face on as I made my way to my locker before first period. I ask myself why she has to be standing with her loyal minions by my locker every morning when hers is on a different floor on the other side of the school. Macey Woodfork was the hair green mole on my ass that just wouldn't go away. She made it her primary goal in life to make sure I didn't have one. For the better part of my high school years, she succeeded until I met him. Maybe it happened before or after, I don't really remember but I know I had gotten tired of letting her get to me and allowing her to think she had won a prize every time she got a laugh for a joke at my expense.
By Ashley Nwadike8 years ago in Filthy
She Knows: Part 3
The Next Day: 5 AM I haven't slept at all. I can't stop thinking about that kiss. I know it was completely unprofessional, but oh, was it amazing. His lips were like pillows and he smelled so great. I want to text him and apologize, especially for how we left things, but I know I can't. He told me just to leave. Obviously that's not a good sign. I'm not sure if I should even go into work today. Maybe I'll call out, but know I can't because that would only cause more problems. The last thing I need right now is more problems.
By Grace Xtra8 years ago in Filthy
Take ME
Tell me you want me. Tell me you need me. Tell me to surrender to you. And I will be yours. He held her against the wall, her figure outlined in the moonlight. She shuddered at his touch, she craved him.
By Colorful Chaotic8 years ago in Filthy
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
He Licked & She Licked
I woke up inspired by all the "hot tea" spilled this week. Yes. You're probably saying to yourself...tea is spilled every day, so why is this week more special than the others? BECAUSE this week's tea inspired me, like I said. The particular tea I am referring to is Miss Janelle Monae establishing herself as a pan sexual or as she put it in what I would say is the Kai Storm way, aka straight with no chaser, "I'm a free-ass motherfucker!" YES HONEY, TELL IT LIKE IT IS! This tea spill not only allowed me to learn and look up what it meant to be a pan sexual (meaning that the range of people you fuck is now WIDER) but it also sparked a blog fantasy that I'm about to deliver to you in the hottest way possible. As always, I hope you enjoy the mental orgasm/show & if you have comments let me know!
By Kai Storm8 years ago in Filthy