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Pussy Eating Advice
Your Introduction to Pussy Eating First off, if you are one of those guys that does not go down on your woman, you need to be jack-slapped right now! Not eating her pussy is one of the most selfish and ignorant things a man can do, to a woman; in my opinion. This is especially true if she goes down on you, but you don’t return the favor. Yes, it is true that some women don’t like someone going down on them. A lot of the times, it is due to bad experiences or misguided health concerns. It is 100% healthy for both parties involved as long as you both take care of your bodies. That is a fact. It is also true that there is a such thing as being down there too long; mostly when it is a part of foreplay. In case you missed that… eating her out shouldn’t always be foreplay. Do it just to get her off once or twice, every once in a while, at least, and expect nothing in return. It’s fun and it shows that you desire her, but don’t always need it to be about anything other than her wants and needs.
Timothy A RowlandPublished 3 years ago in FilthyMutual Masturbation for Heterosexual Couples
Getting Started with Mutual Masturbation Mutual masturbation with your partner can not only be very sexy and fun, it can also help you to learn how and where they like to be touched during those intimate moments. Nobody knows their body like they do, so take mental notes. It is best to start off sitting across from your partner so that you both can easily see and watch each other. Pay attention to where their hands fall on their body, as well as how. I don’t just mean watching the obvious parts of their body either. Especially men, should take notice of where else on her body she rubs or grips.
Timothy A RowlandPublished 3 years ago in FilthyKiss my Feet
He rolled over awakening from a nightmare only to see her curled up next to him. Y/n still looked pretty banged up from the mission, her lip was busted, her pretty face was bruised. She pulled him close to her in her sleep. His breath hitched in his throat at the small affectionate gesture. She burrowed her face into him holding on tightly.
Ravished
Prey. That was all i could think as the man in front of me looked at me, as he let loose a low growl and stalked towards me. His hand moved fast up to my throat as he grabbed me and pushed me hard against the wall forcing me to focus on him on ONLY him. He brought his head down to my mine leaving his lips just a breathless whisper away from mine and another low growl rumbled low in his throat and erupted from his smirking mouth as his eyes pinned me to the spot.
JadedPleasuresPublished 3 years ago in FilthyJust me
Hi my name is Jasmine. I am 29 years old and I am an Aries. I like to call myself Poison because I can be your favorite addiction. I am originally from Mississippi but I currently stay in Houston, Texas. I have also lived in Alabama before but so far Texas is my favorite stay to live in. I love it here. This is my second time living in Texas, the first time I lived here for 7 years. When I lived here before I was an exotic dancer. My dance name was Poison or sometimes "Big Lipz Poison" depended on the club I was at. I danced for seven years. Dancing was a big confidence boost because it taught me to believe in myself and also how to dance. I never really knew how to dance before I started dancing. I was the real definition of an oreo. I am a black girl on the outside but my insides are straight white girl. From the way that I dance down to my whole personality. People used to tell me that they loved my personality they say I was a lovable person and easy to get a long with. They always said I was not like most exotic dancers. Especially most black exotic dancers. I always felt like I was different than the other black exotic dancers as well so I barely danced at black clubs. I started at a black club in Houston, Texas but I ended at a Mexican club that was also in Houston, Texas. The first time I ever danced was in Huntsville, Alabama though. I only danced for a month in Huntsville and when I was there I danced at a white club so I barely worked at the black clubs when I did. I love my black people and I am very "Black Lives Matter" advocate I just never really had the personality of one. I have always been told that. I started at Golddiggers Cabaret when I started in Houston and I ended at a club named La Chatte that was also in Houston. Golddiggers Cabaret was the black club and La Chatte was the mexican club. The thing that made Golddiggers Cabaret a good club was that it was a butt naked club, which means that the dancers got naked. Houston, Texas has sexual laws though that I found out about the hard way. One of the sexual laws is that all dances are to be six feet apart and dancers are not allowed to get naked before 2 am no matter if the club has all of the licenses are not. This was before social distancing so shouldn't be much change now. So even though Golddiggers was a licensed butt naked you still had to abide by Houston, Texas's sexual laws. I always felt like the sexual laws were stupid because you c. an't give a good dance being six feet apart and not being able to really touch the customer. I feel like you have to evoke a feeling rather that feeling be a sexual want or just a good feeling as long as it is a feeling and I think that you can't do that by being six feet apart. It could just be me though because some girls can make money being six feet apart I just feel like I can't. I feel like Houston, Texas should change their sexual laws but with Coronavirus and social distancing becoming a thing of the norm it might just become permanent now. All of the clubs in Houston, Texas aren't licensed butt nakeds though because while Golddiggers Cabaret was a licensed butt naked La Chatte was not a licensed butt naked which means that the dancers had to basically wear bikinis for their bottoms and we had to have our nipples covered at all times with pasties.
Jasmine SmithPublished 3 years ago in FilthyI Found The Remote!
Everyone was out of the house doing their own thing except for Jungkook and Jimin. Both didn’t have anything to do so they decided to watch TV. They were watching The Avengers because Jungkook wouldn’t stop bothering Jimin about seeing so the older man gave in. Jungkook picked up the remote that he thought was for the TV and tried to turn the volume up a little, but it wasn’t going up. Jimin jolted up in surprise and tried to cover his mouth quickly before he let out a moan. He had forgotten about the vibrator was still in his ass. It was a remote-controlled vibrator with 10-speed levels that he had bought yesterday and was testing it out. Somehow, he had misplaced the remote and was looking for it earlier when he got distracted by Jin calling him to come and eat breakfast. So, imagine his shock when the forgotten vibrator (with the missing remote might I add) that was currently up his ass was turned on.
BitterSweetHoneyPublished 3 years ago in FilthyGroup Masturbation for World Peace
Roscoe agreed to give Oneness2 a three-month trial, before making any final decisions, before making any further business agreements with Anon.donor. ~~ The results were joyful and truly beyond Roscoe's expectations. Sitting in his living room, in Port Angeles, Washington, Roscoe may now lecture to and hold conversation with many devotees at the same time. In smaller groups, the devotees can see and talk with each other. For one event in mid-July 2020, 1043 people signed-in to hear Roscoe recite the complete Forest Songs, and make commentary about those seminal sacred texts. 897 people listened to the entire two-hour lecture. 238 people asked if they could send donations. Roscoe replied to those requests with a short video, saying “I truly appreciate your generosity, but we are in need of no money. Spend your money making yourself and your loved ones safe and happy. I accept no donations from anyone accept our benefactor, Anon.donor~ who continues to make Oneness2 possible, and provides that service to all of you.”
Roscoe ForthrightPublished 3 years ago in FilthyA Little Nip
Tristen could hear the shower begin to start. He sat back resting his head on the back of the couch staring at the ceiling. He really didn’t want to be there. He’d rather be with her. Just the thought of her naked body with the water dripping off it made him nuts. He closed his eyes thinking get rid of the images. It didn’t. He began to think of her cleaning herself soaping her breasts, lathering her body, he made him ache in all the wrong places. He couldn’t handle it. With a quick action, he removed himself from the couch. The next thing he knew he was through her bedroom door and standing in front of the closed bathroom door. He stared at it for a while thinking to himself should he go through. A shaky hand ran through his hair. What was he doing? He needed to take things slow. Yet he needed to be by her, wanted to be next to her. Backspace, every fiber of his being wanted to be buried in her.
Netha LawrencePublished 3 years ago in FilthyHeaven Must Have Sent You
Since I’d decided on heterosexuality, I will be forever grateful to Margaret for initiating me into the joys of young lust with the opposite sex. I am extremely thankful to Margaret for boosting my confidence beyond belief. I must admit with hindsight that I received much more than I gave in that particular relationship
Kevin RoachePublished 3 years ago in FilthyConfessions Of A Secret Submissive
So recently I discovered what I have always wondered about and kind of knew my whole life, and that is that I'm naturally submissive in the bedroom. I guess you could say that I'm into the whole BDSM thing. For the people who don't know, that stands for Bondage/Discipline, Dominance/Submission, and Sadism/Masochism.
Published 3 years ago in FilthyFriends Helping Friends, Part 1
It was Friday! Fridays were always a day to relieve some stress after a long week of school. It was a Navy school which meant they crammed us full of information during the week and tested our comprehension every Friday. I did well so it was time for reward.
Anthony DeDionisioPublished 3 years ago in FilthyAn Old Promise
March 5th It’s been weeks since I left my home, my friends, my family. After... the event, they could hardly look at me, I mean I can’t blame them. I was so shocked myself, I even thought about killing my self, but what good would that do? Let’s be real, after the way my mom and dad looked at me, I’m sure anyone would have wanted to die.
Celestia MorellePublished 3 years ago in Filthy