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Love, Lust, and Lies
Cassandra Knight, what are you doing with your life! She thought to herself as she stepped into the shower. She turned the water on full blast and started to wash away the scent of Daniel, with whom she had just spent a quick half hour fumbling around with. Daniel was a playboy, and not even a very good one. That was the second time she had seen him and, as far as she was concerned, the last. They met at work. Daniel was one of the managers there and had recently started pursuing Cassie not so subtly. Standing in the shower, almost disgusted by his smell, Cassie wondered if she had actually ever liked him. No, she thought, it was the thrill of the whole thing that attracted her. Suggestive emails and illicit meetings after work had excited her but now that initial thrill had gone she had no interest. Maybe it would have been different if he'd been a decent lover... but he wasn't. The sad thing was, Daniel had been her first; she hadn't told him that as she wanted to seem more experienced—she was 23 after all! A late starter some might say, but Cassie had a theory, which was that she had always been attracted to older guys and only know that she was maturing, had they started to take an interest in her. Whatever the reasoning behind it, the short affair with Daniel had awoken a new side to Cassie, a confident and alluring side that she was keen to explore. After that second meeting, she cut ties with Daniel and as luck would have it, he moved jobs soon after which saved any awkward experiences at work.
Natalie FraserPublished 6 years ago in FilthyConstant Distraction
My parents just always thought I had ADHD when in all actuality I had a completely different problem on my hands. I always kinda got upset about it. Mainly because I was another misdiagnosed kid, I never had ADHD. I just kinda had an obsession... It started when I was about eight: My mom had taken me to the grocery store with her, and on our trip she had made a stop by the meat counter. I was sitting in the cart, and, as she was making her choices, there was a clerk stocking pre-packaged meats in a case, I had a good view of the woman and when she turned to grab more packages off the rack beside her I was distracted by a completely different rack. She was quite a busty woman, I couldn’t break my attention from her until my mom came back to move the cart. The first thing out of my mouth was, "Mommy way are that ladies boobs so big?" I was young, naive, and my mother was the only other chest I had paid any attention to. I was curious and confused. How could she handle having a chest like that? Is it because she had more kids than my mom? Or did she do something to make them that way? It didn’t take me long to realize that my questions and curiosity were wrong. My mother had scolded me and pushed me off in our cart away from the woman, telling me to not be so rude.
Velvet ShodunPublished 6 years ago in FilthyYour Sweetest Lies
"I'm starving," I said as my stomach began to growl in response. He looked over at me and his eyes grew wide. "I completely forgot to get you some food!" he exclaimed. "I'll go order a pizza, how's that sound? I'm really sorry." He was very apologetic, he must have really felt sorry for forgetting. I smiled.
For You I Will – Chapter Two
A Month Later: Admittedly, our situation was strange. I'd been using a lot of my time trying to wrap my head around its complexities.
Waverleigh Rose GarlingtonPublished 6 years ago in FilthyInvasion
The smell of blood was everywhere. The charcoal boats they had boarded from could still be heard bobbing against the rocky shores. They hadn't pushed very far to have obliterated their enemy so quickly. Trygg wiped the battle from his face with a rag and looked about. His men were already ransacking the camps of the enemy, bringing whole animal skins, casks of wine and salted meats to the tent is his army's now being constructed. He sat on a nearby monstrosity of a rock and began removing his armor. His pale skin looked almost translucent with the crimson stains that covered him. His blonde hair now pink with savagery. The water at the shore was far too violent to wash, so he made for large, still standing tent in the hopes of a wash basin. Just passed the flaps, he was surprised to find a tub with water still steaming in it. This peaked him, as he didn't see any naked soldiers dead on the field. He circled the area slowly, and behind a wall map, he saw feet sticking out below. A woman's feet.
Pandora DarkbloodPublished 6 years ago in FilthyYour Sweetest Lies
"So tell me about yourself," he asked calmly. He sat cross-legged beside me on the cold, hard ground where we had just finished having sex.
The Line Between Learning and Using
Sometimes, we don't give submissives enough credit. As Dominants, we often mistake a submissives need for leadership for a lack of knowledge. Yes, these people must be lead in the right direction, but this doesn't mean these people come without a skill set and personality all their own. Most dominants in the fetish world have heard the term, "Topping from the Bottom." It's a term that is used when someone who claims to be submissive, is in fact very manipulative, controlling, and demanding. These people often see themselves as true submissives, when in reality they want to experience controlled, submissive fantasies they have constructed. Alone, there is nothing wrong with this, but when bringing it into a kink dynamic, it can often be frustrating, tiring, and harmful.
Soulless SugarPublished 6 years ago in FilthyYour Sweetest Lies
I bit my lip and looked down at the cold cement floor, hoping he would stop doing this to me. "Don't pretend to be all shy now. I know how you are. You're not the shy girl, you're the party girl. The girl who isn't afraid to get a little dirty." The way he said dirty made my skin crawl. He doesn't know me. He doesn't know a thing about me. Why do I feel so guilty all of a sudden though?
Welcome to the World of MisterZulu: An Introduction
Just in case you were wondering, every character in this essay is of the age of actual human consent. I feel it needed to be said. Thank you and enjoy the rest of the show.
Mister ZuluPublished 6 years ago in FilthyFor You I Will - Chapter One
The love we shared was like straight out of fiction. I still wake up in the early hours of the morning, in a cold sweat, having dreamt of you. Your skin brushed up against mine and I was in heaven. Those are the best dreams, the ones where you're still here with me. It's the waking up that hits me like a ton of bricks. The sudden realization of your immediate absence. You've been away for so long now but every passing day is a constant reminder that life marches on. Life goes on without you whether I like it or not.
Waverleigh Rose GarlingtonPublished 6 years ago in FilthyHow to Be a Middle Ground Femdom
For so long, with encouragement from my partner, I tried to ramp up my kinkiness in the bedroom to better incorporate more BDSM and dominance on my part. Time and time again my own conscience would make me hold back. Am I going too far? Is he even enjoying this? Is this weird or…? I trawled through the internet trying to find tips on how to be more dominant and what I found I could not relate to. These women who wrote about their dominant experiences had their man in a chastity cage 24/7 and were often very controlling in many aspects that I couldn’t comprehend, but totally respected their commitment.
Kate CrawfordPublished 6 years ago in FilthyThe 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.
Pandora DarkbloodPublished 6 years ago in Filthy