fact or fiction

Learn the truth about common myths. Are they fact or fiction? In-depth explanations of the questions everyone asks and few know the answer to.

He Chased Fire. She Chased Light. Neither Could Stop.
Screen 1:17 a.m. Evan’s thumb slid across the screen. Left, right, left, right. Profiles lit, went dark, lit. Match. She sent an emoji. He replied, “Hey.” They agreed on Saturday, three p.m. Hotel lobby. She wore a white sweater. He smelled her perfume. Two hours later, he put on his shoes. She said, “See you next time.” He said, “Okay.” In the elevator he looked at his phone. No new messages. He walked out to the street, bought a bottle of water. Drank two sips, threw it in the trash. The phone lit up again. He swiped. Left, right.
By Jinabout 3 hours ago in Filthy
My Teacher Posted an Abalone Video. I Still Have to See Him Twice a Week.
When “Don’t Play with Your Food” Is No Longer a Joke: The Taichung High School Teacher Abalone Video Controversy, and the Discomfort No One Can Say Out Loud
By Jin13 days ago in Filthy
Captured in the Dark My Monsoon Night with the Photographer
The rain came down so hard that night it felt like the sky was trying to wash the whole city away. I stood outside the studio door already soaked to the skin. My name is Chahat. I am twenty years old and in my second year of art college. This photography session was for my portfolio. I had booked the place and the photographer online. His name was Rohan.
By Chahatabout a month ago in Filthy
Through the Hole
Rohan left on Sunday for another one of those work trips that never end. By Tuesday night I was climbing the walls. We haven’t had sex in almost three months. Not even half-hearted stuff. He comes home, eats, scrolls, falls asleep. I lie there staring at the ceiling with my hand under the sheet like some pathetic teenager. I started watching things I never used to watch. One night I typed “anonymous sex” and then “glory hole” just to see. I told myself it was just curiosity. Then I saved the address of that place near the industrial park.
By Chahatabout a month ago in Filthy
I Know Why Men Think About Sex
“Look at those.” “Where?” “You missed it.” It’s annoying when Fabien doesn’t specify, but I know exactly what he’s talking about.
By Zohan Khan2 months ago in Filthy
The Night the Cinema Went Dark
I needed to get out of my flat. The monsoon rain had trapped me with my books for days and the pressure of upcoming exams made my skin itch with restlessness. My body felt warm and needy in a way that studying could not fix. Nights alone left me aching between my legs with no release.
By Chahat2 months ago in Filthy
The Art of Building Anticipation
One of the most erotic and sexy things you can do with your partner is build up the anticipation, not just before sex, but before even the foreplay begins. It can be minutes, it can be hours, or you can go for the all day anticipation. However long it last... it often enhances the entire experience for both partners from start to finish. If done right, it truly is an erotic art.
By Timothy A Rowland2 months ago in Filthy
What a lonely wife does at home
3:47. I check the time on my phone even though I already know it. The ceiling fan turns the same way it always does. Hot air. The fridge makes that soft humming sound. Outside someone starts a scooter and drives away. Inside there is nothing.
By Chahat2 months ago in Filthy
I Chose a Snake the Night My Brother Died
I knelt on the wet grass, fingers trembling as I reached into the wicker crate to choose a snake. Not from fear of the snakes—they lay coiled on damp cloth, their scales catching the firelight from the kitchen, strangely still. What I feared was my mother standing beside me, her breathing growing rougher and rougher, like someone working an old bellows.
By Jin3 months ago in Filthy
What It’s Like Having a Hot Step-Sister
When You’re a Girl Who’s Totally Losing It, idk why I’m even writing this but I can’t keep it in anymore… God, my hands are actually shaking right now. I’ve deleted this like four times already. It’s 2:47 a.m., I’m sitting on my bed with my knees pulled up, and I just… I need to get this out. This isn’t some sexy story I made up. This is my real, messy, heart-pounding life and I’m scared and horny and in love and guilty all at once.
By Chahat3 months ago in Filthy
Our Servant Quenched My Thirst
My hands are literally shaking right now. I keep deleting and re-typing the title because it sounds insane even to me. But screw it. Here we go.
By Chahat3 months ago in Filthy
My Hidden Lusts as a Wife. Content Warning.
I don't even know what to call this Fuck. I can't believe I'm actually typing this out but I have to get it out of my head or I'm gonna lose it. I've been married twelve years. Twelve. I'm the wife who makes Mark's favorite pasta on Wednesdays, who sits through parent-teacher conferences, who remembers to buy the right kind of juice boxes. I kiss him goodbye every morning and tell the kids I love them a million times a day. On the outside I look exactly like I'm supposed to.
By Chahat3 months ago in Filthy