erotic
Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Bound by Sir. Content Warning.
I never thought I’d end up here, bent over Professor Kane’s antique oak desk in his private study, my wrists bound behind my back with his silk tie and my skirt hiked up around my waist. My name is Lila, and I’m a twenty-year-old English major who used to sit in the third row of his Victorian Literature seminar, taking notes like a good girl while secretly wondering what those strong, veined hands looked like wrapped around something other than a fountain pen.
By Chahat Kaurabout 18 hours ago in Filthy
The Stranger. Content Warning.
The house was dead silent, save for the rhythmic, even breathing of my sleeping husband. I stood by the bedroom door, heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird, and carefully pulled the silk robe over my naked body. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his sleeping back, trying to convince myself I wasn't doing this. Then a text from Him flashed on the screen: Come outside. Now.
By Stephanie Wright4 days ago in Filthy
Her Friend, Our Secret. Content Warning.
This wasn’t how I imagined this playing out. I chose to confront Lexi when Jessica was at work. Knowing she would defend her childhood friend with unwavering loyalty. This had to be done; however, I wasn’t prepared for the madness that would be its aftermath.
By T.D. Chronicler4 days ago in Filthy
OMG, How Did I End Up There?. Content Warning.
I never thought I’d write this down, but after what happened last night, I can’t keep it inside anymore. My name’s Jess, I’m 24, and I live in this cramped two-bedroom apartment with my stepdad, Mark. He’s 48, built like a guy who still works construction even though he runs his own small contracting business now. Mom left when I was 17, and it’s just been us ever since. People always said we were too close, but they didn’t know the half of it.
By Chahat Kaur5 days ago in Filthy
Stranger In The Rain. Content Warning.
I never planned for it to happen. Not like that. Not with a complete stranger whose name I still don’t know. My name is Lila. I’m twenty-three, a freelance graphic designer who works from coffee shops and the tiny studio apartment I rent in downtown Seattle. That Friday night I’d been out with friends at a rooftop bar in Capitol Hill—laughing too loud, drinking tequila sunrises that tasted like summer and bad decisions. Around eleven the rain started, the kind that comes down in sheets and turns the city into a neon blur. Everyone else called Ubers and scattered. I stayed a little longer, chasing the buzz, until the bar kicked us out at closing.
By Chahat Kaur5 days ago in Filthy
Mystery Man at Midnight. Content Warning.
When it comes to hooking up, there are several commonsense rules that you should follow: meet in a public place first, let a friend or family member know where you're at just in case things get dicey, trust your gut - if things are sketchy get out, know what the person you're meeting looks like, just to name a few.
By Gabriel Bradshaw 7 days ago in Filthy
My Roommate's Sister
Mason and Josh ended up chatting the entire three hour drive back to campus so it wasn’t until they were back in their dorm that Mason texted Leni for the first time. He let her know they had made it back to school safely and that he missed her already. He couldn’t help but smile at the screen when she responded saying she missed him too.
By Jo. Schmidt9 days ago in Filthy
Homecoming
The thing about a beach house is that you can smell the ocean even if you're far from it. It's funny seeing the leaves in the trees blow in the same wind that brings the smell of salt over to me. Before smelling the salt, I could pretend I was back on the opposite coast, living with roommates, not parents.
By Mary Magenta10 days ago in Filthy
The Can Can Girls
The Can Can Girls I remember that night clear as anything, not because it was grand, but because of the stir it caused, the kind that settled in a room and would not leave, no matter how people tried to laugh it off. The place was packed tight, chairs scraping, voices loud, smoke hanging low, and pints lined up like they meant business, every man already half gone before anything had even begun.
By George’s Girl 2026 18 days ago in Filthy
The Women You Can’t Stop Scrolling Through—And Why They’re Worth It. AI-Generated.
There’s a reason your thumb freezes mid-scroll. It’s not just the angles or the outfits. It’s something deeper. Some women don’t show up on your feed. They take it hostage. You tell yourself one more scroll, but suddenly you’re six deep in their posts, wondering how someone can look like that and feel like momentum. These aren’t just models. They’re gravity. Energy in motion.
By The SYRÉN Index19 days ago in Filthy
