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Sex and Love goes hand in hand;
That feeling when you fall in love. You know that fluttering feel of butterflies in your belly. You feel the blush creep up you cheeks when you see that one person that makes your heart rates elevate. You go on thinking that this is all there is to love but here is an eye opener; Love is something that makes you smile too hard, laugh too much and when it comes to tears, it bleeds every liquid in you. Love is as painful as it is sweet, it's something you never get used to and something that always surprises you. Just like a rose flower, it's beauty is better sighted at from afar because it stings when touched. This is a gender neutral article, not just for one person but to everyone at large. Love can maim you just the same way it can make you. It's a risk too difficult to take, but then where is the spice in life if we don't love? This love thing is felt by everyone but yet not accepted by everyone. People show love by marriage, gifts, sex and so on, but let's talk about the sex cos it juicy isn't it? A sex partner is called a lover because there has to be feeling before the deed is done. Be it attraction or lust. That overwhelming feeling of pleasure you get when you're in bed with a lover, the electrifying sensation that feels too goo to be true when the feeling of ecstasy envelopes you, the desperation when you let your shame and pride leave you and you beg for more; more what? more everything. At that moment you could give away everything you have just so the feeling does not stop. The way you shout out, almost screaming because of the intensity of what you feel, feeling different things at once, it drives you almost insane. It seems sinful but yet so right, feels forbidden but then too addicting. That feeling when you hold onto your partner and all you want to do is mark them, mark your territory and let the world know that this flesh and body is taken and spoken for. The cries of pleasure you muffle in your pillow not cos you're totally scared but cos the scenery of being seen and discovered scares yet arouses you. The hickeys you give and wish so badly for other people to see the evidence of your intercourse. The satisfaction you get when the sheer pleasure you feel renders your limbs mush and your whole body immobile. That satisfying weakness you feel when you finally plop down onto the bed to get a well deserved rest after an action which felt like a very pleasurable marathon. The rose not only symbolises love but also sex. The good scent and beauty of the rose shows the pleasure and satiation some gets and the unseen thorns represents the horror experience some gets but unfortunately don't share. The thorns just like they make you bleed is linked to your first time of sex, be it the breaking of hymen or the first experience of penetration. The discomfort you feel at first, which makes you regret instantly but then just like the way you appreciate the beauty of the rose even after being stung, that same way, you let out an involuntary moan, at that moment, you see the beauty of your actions. It can be described as pleasure coated in pain. In as much as rose is seen as a symbol of love world wide, what is not seen is it's uncanny connection to the pleasure sex brings. Every innocent looking thing always has a dirty meaning leading to a world of fantasy behind it and bringing that fantasy to life is what we should do more. Roses are red, so is the unrea colour of hot sexual pleasure.
By Iloabachie Olachi Christabel3 years ago in Filthy
The Dance Floor
It didn’t take long for Madi and Carson to find Connie and Joel on the dance floor. They were more on the edge of the dance floor rather than in the middle where there were a lot less people. Joel was holding Connie close against him as they made out. His hand was completely up her dress, holding onto her ass cheek and Connie had her arms wrapped around his neck. They weren’t even technically dancing, but the people surrounding them paid them no attention.
By Jo. Schmidt3 years ago in Filthy
Why my heart beats for you?
In the depths of my soul, there resides a story—a tale of a love so profound, so ethereal, that it ignites a fire within me, making my heart beat with an intensity that defies reason. It is a story that surpasses the boundaries of time and space, transcending the limits of human understanding. And in this narrative, the protagonist is you, the embodiment of all that is pure and beautiful in this world. From the very moment our paths converged, I knew deep within my core that my heart had found its home in you. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring us together, intertwining our destinies in a tapestry of love and serendipity. And so, it began—a love story that would echo through the ages, reverberating in the chambers of my heart. In your presence, I found solace—a sanctuary where my weary soul could find respite from the chaos of the world. Your smile, like a radiant sunbeam, illuminated my darkest days, casting away the shadows that threatened to consume me. And in your eyes, I glimpsed a reflection of my own hopes and dreams, a mirror that revealed the boundless potential within me. With each passing day, my love for you grew, expanding like a garden in full bloom, vibrant and teeming with life. Your laughter, like a gentle melody, echoed in the recesses of my mind, bringing joy to every fiber of my being. It was a symphony of emotions, composed solely for the purpose of reminding me of the profound connection we shared. But love, as I came to learn, is not without its trials. Life, in its infinite wisdom, tested us, throwing obstacles in our path, challenging the very foundation upon which our love was built. We weathered storms, both external and internal, and emerged scarred but stronger, our love tempered by the flames of adversity. It was during those tumultuous times that the true depth of my love for you revealed itself. In the face of uncertainty, doubt, and heartache, my heart remained unwavering, resolute in its devotion to you. Every beat, every pulse, whispered your name, an affirmation of the love that burned within me, unyielding and timeless. Together, we danced through the labyrinth of life, hand in hand, united in our shared journey. We reveled in the simple joys—a stolen glance, a tender touch, a whispered promise of forever. And in the darkest moments, when the weight of the world threatened to crush our spirits, it was your unwavering faith in us that kept me going, that fueled the fire in my heart. For you, my love, are the embodiment of all that is good and beautiful in this world. Your kindness knows no bounds, your compassion touches the lives of all who cross your path. You are a beacon of light in a world shrouded in darkness, a guiding star that illuminates the way forward. And so, my heart beats for you—a rhythmic symphony that echoes through the depths of my being. It beats with a love that transcends the boundaries of the physical realm, reaching out to you across time and space. It beats with a fervor that defies logic, fueled by the magnetic pull of our souls. As the chapters of our lives unfold, I know that challenges will continue to arise. But fear not, my love, for my heart beats for you, a resounding declaration of my unwavering commitment. Together, we will navigate the winding paths, triumph over adversity, and emerge victorious, hand in hand. In this epic tale of love and devotion, my heart beats for you—a testament to the indomitable power of our connection. It beats not simply out of habit, but out of a profound understanding that we are destined to be intertwined for eternity. You are the melody that courses through my veins, the rhythm that quickens my pulse. And with every beat, my love for you grows, an infinite love that knows no bounds. So, let the world bear witness to the symphony of our love, an opus that resonates through the ages. For my heart beats for you—a thousand words woven into the fabric of our story, an eternal testament to the depth of my affection.
By Ernest Akintimehim3 years ago in Filthy
The Teleporter Part 6
There weren’t any lights on the next night as Joe slipped into Katie's backyard. With gloved hands he tried the back door. Locked. Joe pulled a lock pick from his pocket, letting out a yelp as he was suddenly wrapped in tentacles, his pick bouncing into the darkness. The limb constricted around him, like a python with prey.
By Kelsey Reich3 years ago in Filthy
Colour Me Different: Pt. I. Content Warning.
Somewhere, written into the genetic code of humans, we ALL - in some way, share an unwritten and unspoken lust for guilty pleasures, and for collecting trophies. I don't care who you are... you've got it tucked away somewhere...!
By Feral R. Wilder3 years ago in Filthy
