erotic
Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Stairs
I run off up the stairs with you chasing close behind. You catch my foot about halfway up. Giving me a little yank, I fall back a step and you land on top of me. Turning over underneath you, I wrap my arms around your neck and my legs around your hips. I pull myself up to you as you move forward, up the stairs. Your cock slides right into my wet and waiting pussy. I hold on tight, riding you from underneath, my pussy squeezing your cock, pulsing in rhythm, as you make your way up the stairs... carrying me the rest of the way.
By JLM fantasies8 years ago in Filthy
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You never know what the day could bring you… nor the night, for that matter. For me, it was just another boring night at home with my wine glass after a long ass week in which I considered leaving the country, my job, my boyfriend for the tenth time. So same old, same old.
By Kiruina Rrrr8 years ago in Filthy
First Time
So here is the story of my first time... It was in summer, and I was 17 a few months shy of my 18th birthday and unlike my peers I was so behind in the 'relationship department'...I mean soooooooo behind! The last time I remember kissing a boy was playing kiss chase in primary school!
By Love Diaries8 years ago in Filthy
Sometimes, I Like It Like This.
I like to be fucked rough and hard, I want to be sore afterwards. I have no interest in making love. I like to be talked to dirty. Call me a dirty slut, or a filthy bitch... that sort of thing. I like to have my pussy licked and teased. Lick my clit, don't suck on it like it's a dick, tease it and make my pussy wet. Once my pussy is nice and wet I want to be fucked, in the missionary position first. I like to be dominated occasionally. I want to be on the bottom, my legs spread wide and my hips tilted upward... waiting for the dick. Once inside, I want to be fucked hard and with determination. My wet pussy being pounded with a rock hard cock gets me off. I want my hair pulled, my hips squeezed and my ass slapped. The sound of hard breathing in my ear, my tits being squeezed. My hard nipples being sucked on and bitten. I like to get on top and ride the dick. Circling my hips around and around the dick, bouncing up and down... feeling my tits bounce with me. I like hands squeezing my hips and ass, beckoning me to go faster or slower. Being on all fours and taking it from behind can be a turn on. I like to feel the dick deep inside. I like to have my ass fucked on occasion. I don't want it to be gentle because it's the ass, I want it fucked like my pussy. Spit on my ass and slide the dick in, and then fuck. Ass to pussy can make me cum, and cum hard. Sometimes I like to feel the dick cum deep inside of my pulsating pussy, exploding into me and then dripping out of me, slowly down my thighs. Leaving a sticky, sweet residue all over me. Sometimes I like to cum on the dick and hop off before it cums. I like to taste my pussy on the dick, licking my cum off of it.
By Meranda Watley8 years ago in Filthy
Secret Adventure
So this all started around three and a half years ago. I was a 19-year-old in my first serious relationship. I was (am) head over heels in love! A real man, sexy, with a home, a great job, and lots more "experience." We didn’t have much, but my life was perfect! So I moved into his place. We were honeymooning, I suppose you could say. As you can imagine, we could not keep our hands off each other. The moment we both came in from work, in the shower, on the couch, round two, round three, and sometimes, some naughty pictures in between. But as most relationships do, this fizzled out. We were both tired after work, stressed out, and not too interested in being intimate.
By Secret Adventurer8 years ago in Filthy
Toxic Delights: Part 5
I was born in between sin and virtue. And you know they both anchor people like you and me down. It sinks its hooks deep into our skin and never allows us to float above water. This is how I know you're drowning again, Elle. I saw it in your eyes last night. Your last disguise is slowly disintegrating right before your eyes, and the thought of losing it is making you desperate. Desperate enough to shift the blame onto your lifeless mother. Go back to the beginning, to where you first experienced the ending of your innocence. Only then will you find the right questions to ask in order to find me.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
