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Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
The Performance
La Maison de le Joyeux was an unconventional type of theatre. Not only in what was shown but how and who it was shown to. The features varied from simple orgies to the darkest display of degradation for unspeakable prices. Naturally, the spectators were shamelessly rich and all lavished in different fashions. Each performance took place on beautifully decorated stages and intricate sets, while each audiences' section was divided carefully. The front and middle aisles were reserved for frequent attendees and participants while the back and flanked rows were for the new and curious. Tonight was their debut in the Letting Room. Liana and Spencer, husband and wife, had been attendees of the theatre for years. It's how they met, and together they had known a life of pleasure most only dream of. Spencer had been practicing endlessly to perfect his piano so that he could play the songs he loved flawlessly. This started to cut into their sex life because they were constantly screwing. Six years and not a night had passed that they both weren't breathless and battered by sunrise. During his piano perfectionist period, Liana had to get more creative. He was driven when it came to his music and not even the temptress of his very soul could turn his head, she knew this of him. Instead, she challenged him to withstand her tearing at his flesh, which he was particularly fond of, while he continued to play. He fucked her madly on top of the piano at the suggestion alone. This is why he loved her, married her, made her his. She knew him so well.
By Pandora Darkblood8 years ago in Filthy
Homecoming
The train pulled into the station and she began to breathe heavily. It had been 8 long months since the last time she was near him. An eternity for souls that have mated. The steam from the engine surrounded her, causing her blonde locks to tumble further to her face, and the screams of the whistles barely drowned out the pounding of her heart. People began to shuffle off the platform and with each new shadow, her pulse quickened. She fears she may faint soon. Suddenly, she felt woozy and took in a sharp breath. He was near. Her eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on her truest and deepest weakness. He had already seen her, for his penetrating eyes were already fixed. He glided through the mass of people as if they parted ways for him. His tall and slender build made him less than overwhelming, but his gait and movements commanded others to cower and gape, which they did. He crossed the distance between them and embraced her quickly. Spectators turned as such a public display was considered wanton. She cared nothing for the eyes that leered, only his arms around her. She softened against him and whimpered a sigh of rapture into his ear. He was hard immediately. She pulled back and looked into his strange colored eyes.
By Pandora Darkblood8 years ago in Filthy
Green Monster
The fire was building, he could feel it as he turned each corner. The closer he came to his destination, the hotter it became. The red crept into his vision and his breathing grew more ragged. The monster was unleashing and he looked around, almost frightened for the public around him. Almost. Soon the guttural sounds within him were rising and he was sure they would escape him before he made it. Around the last corner. Stalked to the French doors and threw them open. Took the stairs three at a time and nearly kicked down the tall white door at the end of the hall. There she lay, draped across the bed with her dark hair flowing down her body. Her powder blue nightgown barely covered her frame and a wicked smile curved on her lips, as if she knew, as if she had called to him...
By Pandora Darkblood8 years ago in Filthy
The Ritual
"Are you ready?" the thin older butler asked, with his hand on the door. He nodded stiffly and the latch swung open. A long aisle lined with small sculptures of nymphs made of ebony colored wood leads to an ornate alter decorated with more limbs tangled and intertwined of the same dark material. Atop the piece was a stretch of crimson silk that billowed down the side. Extended candelabras were ablaze with black candles that illuminated the room. Off to the left was another door that suddenly opened and shed more light into the room. It was time.
By Pandora Darkblood8 years ago in Filthy
Kadie's Fantasies (Pt. 13)
Will and Kadie both laid in each other's arms after they made love and they weren't sure what to do... how to keep going. Eventually, Kadie sat up, causing Will to follow her lead and sit up with her, facing her and holding her close. "What's wrong?" he whispered. But he knew. They both knew.
By Jasmin Rivas8 years ago in Filthy
The Hungry Suck
I sneaked into the kitchen before a shower, wearing only a t-shirt. I only wanted to check dinner, and maybe grab a little something to quell my hunger. I knew you would be home soon, so my goal was for me to be showered and refreshed, and dinner ready... and I was running out of time. The food looked great, and the fragrance made my gut grumble.I grabbed a few grapes from a container in the refrigerator, relishing the crunchy pop they made when I bit them, and the juicy, sweet interiors.
By LP Steinbeck8 years ago in Filthy
Kadie's Fantasies (Pt. 11)
"Kitten." Kadie heard Damien's familiar voice floating in through her door and she turned, still putting an earring in, getting ready for the dinner Will had promised her. She was excited, because she had remembered to take the birth control pill the last two days.
By Jasmin Rivas8 years ago in Filthy
Kadie's Fantasies (Pt. 10)
Kadie woke the next morning to a tapping on her door and she got up, trudging with exhaustion. She yawned, opening the door and finding Will at the door, flowers in hand. Kadie smiled at the sight and let him in, moving aside to close the door behind him.
By Jasmin Rivas8 years ago in Filthy
Kadie's Fantasies (Pt. 9)
When Kadie woke, she felt warm and soft, yet empty. She opened her eyes and found herself alone as she stared into the empty room and sighed. Where was Will? She frowned slightly, hoping that he didn't leave completely and left her alone without saying goodbye.
By Jasmin Rivas8 years ago in Filthy
The Eighth Floor
I am standing in a morning a daze as my supervisor buzzes on. I just want to get to my floor so I can start my day, but she takes her time wasting it for the rest of us that have rooms to clean. "We have families to feed, why doesn't she just shut up?!" I think, refraining from rolling my eyes or shaking my head in exasperation. Finally, I hear my name being called.
By Jennifer Cypert8 years ago in Filthy
