comedy
Comedy and humor in the sexuality space.
Once A Time Upon
After realizing that Brittany was for the streets, I decided it was time for me to delve into the single life. Brittany was cool, and for a moment true feelings began to grow, I fell for her deep and she did the unthinkable. How could I ever trust another woman. My heart grew cold, my sole interest was sex with these women. Dealing with Brittany's betrayal was one thing, but the fact I was still living under the sane roof as one of the dudes she cheated on me with made the tension within the house unbearable at times. We skated around, well I skated around them for a few weeks after that bullshit happened. I felt outnumbered, so I tried my hardest to dodge everyone of them. Not that I was scared, more so picking the high road...Nah, I was scared, I didn't want an issue with anyone of these dudes.
By Julian Foster6 years ago in Filthy
Lucid Cove: Darkside Up Vol.1
At the tender age of 28, Miso felt like a being with the freedom to be. In the course of four years, her book took off, and she was able to find the home of her dreams. One evening before her third book signing Miso and Lysa met at a small café in a popular area in Greensboro, North Carolina. At this point, both ladies had a habit of being on the phone with others when they were supposed to be having conversations with each other. Like all relationships, this habit came with qualifying positions: so long as the conversations were important, and not too lengthy, they tolerated it. When Lysa arrived, Miso was already seated at a cozy table by the windows, a steaming cup of tea in front of her, elbow deep in a phone call. They shared a nod of acknowledgement as Lysa walked up to the counter to place an order for a medium hazelnut coffee. Once Lysa’s needs were met, she approached Miso’s table.
By Enomis Tehuti6 years ago in Filthy
Tinder Shenanigans
Oh boy I still remember this one like it was yesterday (nervous laughter). I swiped right and matched this guy, let’s call him Colson for his identity perfection. Well he super liked me and I have to say that was the first time I wasn’t disappointed/ afraid by a super like because let’s face it, the ones who super like us either have a weird fetish while also looking like they’re going to kill us or they’re just not our type... at all.
By Briella Javier6 years ago in Filthy
FAKE FBI GUY: part 2
I finally met Fake FBI Guy... And he's REALLY GOOD LOOKING... I was totally done with him when he stood me up for our Sunday meeting. Yes, I was mad even though I already knew he was a Fake FBI Guy and would probably have chopped me up and tossed in into the river after raping and torturing me for hours on end. But I like to live on the wild side.
By Anchored Gypsy6 years ago in Filthy
The Education of a Scoundrel
I admit it, I like to eavesdrop. I park my ears by people I don’t know and listen to what they’re talking about. I’m not a gossip; I rarely if ever pass on what I hear. But I enjoy being in on other berks’ secrets. Sometimes it gets me in trouble, but most of the time it’s worth it.
By Samuel Wright6 years ago in Filthy
A way with words
My heart was slamming into my chest as I peeked at the crowd that night. Sweat flooded my palms, my stomach started to feel like a butterfly exhibit. Anxiety slowly creeped up on me. The reality of the situation began to set in, In a few moments I would be performing in front of 2,500 people. It felt like just yesterday when I was staring at a blank page with soft instrumentals
By William Thomas6 years ago in Filthy
