erotic
Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Lucky Breaks a Record
“I think I’m going to go check out the record store,” said Lucky. “Oh yeah, well, make sure you keep both our loads in that tight ass of yours. If you can keep them in until this evening, we’ll double them up for you,” said one of the brothers.
By Guy Valley2 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
I smile at you as you come close to me. “I’m not sure Hailee. I’m not a great swimmer, you might have to rescue me” “Please don’t feel pressured, but we won’t go far and I’m right here to keep you safe. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” I try to reassure you.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
“Of course, how good of a look can I get Hailee?” I ask curiously as I look at you and your fine ass. “As good of one as you like. Just don’t get caught. They won’t like it if they see you stare at me. Especially my brother.” I'll tell you.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
“Totally up to you. I want you to have a whole lot of fun.” I say flirting with you. "You do?" I ask looking at you and how hot you are just wanting to kiss you at that moment. You could see my eyes glance down to your lips and you knew exactly what I wanted.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Bro Jobs and Hand Jobs. Content Warning.
I had assumed that after my straight friend, James, and I had hooked up, that our friendship would dissolve, or, at the very least, grow strained. It's not every day that a straight guy lets his gay friend suck him off, after all. In my experience, it was very rare that introducing sex into a platonic friendship had no consequences.
By Gabriel Bradshaw 2 months ago in Filthy
Queen's Knight
What I noticed most was the way his fingers held the microphone before he spoke. It was a firm grip, and he placed it into the position that he wanted without hesitation. After that, when his hands moved, I was captivated by his caressing of the notebook pages when he recited his poetry. Then his fingertips stroked the paper, and I caught my breath. No, no, he wasn't caressing them, I imagined it, wanted to think of him gently touching...me. Now, all four fingers on the mic stand, slightly splayed, his entire hand visible. Strong hands, and I knew he was speaking, pouring words over the audience, yet all I could see and feel was his hands. My own hand had been barely resting against my throat, and dropped to the front of my blouse, my thumb grazing my erect nipple. I bit back the moan, and held my breath, and his gaze rested on me as he ended the second poem. His face lit up, and he strode towards me, never breaking eye contact. My heart hammered, and I felt a rush of arousal when I saw the way he looked at me. The vibe washed over me like a tidal wave, but I told myself I must be projecting. I must. “You came,” he said, “just as you said you would.”
By LP Steinbeck2 months ago in Filthy
The Longest Night. Content Warning.
About a month after Max and I called it quits he visited me in a dream. We had not had any contact since that last day in the gas station, and I tried my best to focus on other things, but as more time went by, I found myself missing him. I didn't miss jumping through hoops to get a response from him, but I did miss how it felt when we cuddled, the way his face would light up when he spotted me, how he'd grin when I choked him during intimate moments. This was most likely the reason for his appearance in my dream rather than anything more cosmic or romantic, but in the dream he came into my work and surprised me with lunch. He told me he really wanted to see me when I got out; intuitively I knew that he wanted to win me back. When I awoke to reality, I was disappointed that it had just been a dream.
By Gabriel Bradshaw 2 months ago in Filthy
