comedy
Comedy and humor in the sexuality space.
The Porta-potty Artist
One article a month, it’s hardly anything at all. That’s what I typically produce. But, I’ve recently started writing in the early mornings. Because, well, it actually works… You rise, up out of bed, no matter the weather, and you turn on the tunes, and maybe you pour a cup of coffee (preferably with some cocoa added in there). And, you start writing.
By Delusions of Grandeur 4 years ago in Filthy
The Funniest Jokes You've Never Heard
Laughter is the best medicine, as the saying goes, and there's nothing quite like a good joke to lift your spirits and bring a smile to your face. But sometimes, it can feel like you've heard all the jokes out there, and you're in need of something fresh and new. That's where this blog post comes in! We've scoured the internet and compiled a list of the funniest jokes you've never heard before.
By Power Humans4 years ago in Filthy
Missionary Sex has Moved On
I don’t usually write about sex because I think I need more practice at it. Yes I have written sexual explicit passages in the past, particularly in ‘Sicilian Channel’. My books have themes set around the sea, and in that particular story I wrote explicitly about a session in the cockpit of a yacht at anchor in Crete.
By James Marinero4 years ago in Filthy
Gotta Get a Gimmick
In the second year of my exotic dancing career, my agent in Rochester decided it was time for me to experience working on the road, and booked me into the Ohio theater circuit. In 1975 I was twenty-one years old, sophisticated, and mature, thinking I'd seen it all.
By Tina D'Angelo4 years ago in Filthy
My new year's resolution this year is going to happen one way or another.
I need my waist snatched and my cup of wealth Going in my favor by the middle or late this year 2023. I need to get my fucking bag straight asap, I need to get my credit score at 650 or better for financing help.
By Angelina F. Thomas4 years ago in Filthy
Slippered! - Chapter 9
Slippered! – Chapter 9 After a very long and leisurely lunch and a walk in a nearby park, Ying and Cherry Lin sauntered hand in hand back towards town. As they once again approached the road leading to the little Bistro, Ying's attention was drawn to a middle-aged geezer who suddenly raised his left arm, as though in greeting. Ying raised his own arm in automatic response, wondering who on earth the man was, and was surprised to receive a snarl for his pains. The man tugged at his elevated arm with his other hand, jumped into a Rover (latest model, automatic transmission, Ying' s mechanic's mind noted) and screamed off down the road with raised arm poking through the open sun roof.
By Malcolm Twigg4 years ago in Filthy
Slippered! - Chapter 8
Slippered! - Chapter 8 In the room next door, Slipper awoke under the distinct impression that he was witness to an attempted murder. At least, that's what the noise coming from the other side of the wall told him. In between the crash of toppling machinery and muffled curses, a series of shrill screams suggested that he really ought to think about leaving. Although, on the other hand, agonised exhortations to a ‘stupid fucking bitch’ to ‘put my sodding leg back,’ suggested instead that he might be better advised in hiding in case the 'stupid fucking bitch' caught him leaving and took his own leg off.
By Malcolm Twigg4 years ago in Filthy
Slippered! - Chapter 7
Slippered! - Chapter 7 “Knock it off, Carmen,” complained Harris, “I've got to get this furniture moved.” Carmen twisted his hair around her forefinger. “Never mind the furniture,” she said lazily, assuming a theatrically languorous posture, “Move me. Make the earth shake. Bring the walls crashing down about our ears.” She laughed.
By Malcolm Twigg4 years ago in Filthy




