comedy
Comedy and humor in the sexuality space.
The Paradox of the Threshold
There is a distinct difference between an empty canvas and a force of nature. Most people who enter the lifestyle are looking for a neat, predictable exchange—a quiet checklist of rules, a structured script, and a partner who fits perfectly into a pre-cut mold without ever causing a ripple. They want a trophy to display or a passive reflection to validate their own position. But true authority isn't tested in the calm shallows; it is proven when it meets a current that refuses to be easily broken.
By Syl De'Vil3 days ago in Filthy
The Sovereign Quest
Let’s be entirely real: the traditional fairy tale manual is completely broken by the time you hit forty-five. The old-school scripts insist that to find a knight, a woman has to lay her entire soul out on a silver platter, bare her deepest vulnerabilities, and essentially offer her life up like an all-you-can-eat buffet just to get a man to notice the castle. But when you are already running a bustling kingdom, raising a full house of kids, and surviving the nightly chaos of insomnia, putting everything on the table just feels exhausting. If you have to strip down your soul and hand over a cheat code just to get a guy to step up, you aren't auditing a hero—you’re just doing all the heavy lifting for him.
By Syl De'Vil3 days ago in Filthy
Oceans Embrace.
The Intimate Merge The ocean wasn’t an ocean tonight. It was a pulse. It was a slow, heavy thrum beneath the arches of her bare feet, vibrating through the dark floor like a deep, rhythmic bass-line that targeted the center of her chest. The darkness around her wasn’t cold; it was thick, dense, and close, shimmering with a heavy warmth that felt like a crowded room stripped down to a single person. She couldn’t see her own hands, but she could feel the geometry of the space—she could feel the way the air pressed against her bare skin, mapping her, trapping her heat.
By Syl De'Vil14 days ago in Filthy
He Just Wanted Her Nipples Sucked
Already about two weeks on the road, after exploring parts of South India and Southern Malaysia, I made my way up north-east and arrived on the secluded tropical paradise of Perhentian Islands by ferry, cruising through crystalline turquoise waters. Sunglasses on, dressed in worn-out hippie attire, my entire solo nomadic life packed into a six-kilo backpack.
By Zohan Khan2 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The plush white couch swallowed Rebel Wilson in a luxurious embrace, a playful counterpoint to the controlled chaos of the film set around them. Lights hummed, crew members moved with a silent efficiency, and the air crackled with the anticipation of a live interview. Rebel, however, looked utterly at ease, a mischievous glint in her eye as the interviewer, a sleek, immaculately dressed man named Jack, adjusted his earpiece.
By Forest Green3 months ago in Filthy
The Banana Epiphany. Content Warning.
The morning sun, usually a welcome guest, felt particularly insistent as it streamed into Monica's kitchen. She leaned against the cool quartz counter, a casual cashmere sweater doing little to ward off the chill that had nothing to do with the thermostat. In her hand, a banana – not just any banana, but a specimen of perfect ripeness, a gentle curve hinting at an inner sweetness. "Finally. A healthy snack," she mused, the thought bubble above her head almost audible. "I’ve been craving potassium all day."
By Forest Green3 months ago in Filthy
Huddles and Harmonies (part 1) . Content Warning.
Chapter Rating: R 1 Staccato Heart I stared obstinately at the sheet music before me, as though willing it to catch on fire. Chopin was the bane of my existence. These stupid fucking five-note fortissimos made my hand hurt.
By CT Idlehouse8 months ago in Filthy
My Furry Yaoi Manga is out
I am happy to say my Manga is finally out; it is a milestone in my life, but as a first-time author trying to promote my first-ever published book, it is a lot harder than it looks. Sure, you can Google the how, the what, and the dos and don’ts. How many out there are having trouble selling your books? Well, I am writing this blog to tell you about my book and why I think you’ll enjoy it.
By stephanie borges9 months ago in Filthy
“Feuds, Tears, and Unexpected Smiles”. AI-Generated.
It was not a day that the neighbors could remember when Raja Sahib and Khwaja Sahib's wives had not argued. The day that argument was delayed, the superstitious would repeatedly look up at the sky in fear that it might fall. An argument not happening between the two wives was like the morning arriving and the sun not rising. Raja Sahib and Khwaja Sahib's houses were adjacent. If a nail was driven into one wall, the plaster of the other wall would peel off. This was why one day they argued again. The usual argument had already happened at noon, but then a mild earthquake occurred in the evening, and Begum Raja thought that Begum Khwaja had dragged a bed in the adjoining room. She dashed to the window and made Begum Khwaja listen to such insults that the poor woman forgot about the earthquake.
By Muhammad Haris khan 9 months ago in Filthy
