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.
Gold Dust Woman
Whores are fickle creatures. Many call us greedy and selfish and women who only think of ourselves and our money. I don't think that's true, but then I'm a whore and probably wouldn't. Am I one of those whores with a heart of gold? No, I likely tend toward the greedier side but I have been known to extend a fella a free one from time to time if he appears down on his luck and I take baskets of food down to the poorer folks on the bad side of the tracks.
Lori Beasley BradleyPublished 3 years ago in Filthy
Murder,Drugs,Sex
...When I was 18 I set up a man to be robbed .. I was with my “boyfriend “.. the man was stabbed and left for dead .. I didn’t care . He was attempting to cheat on his bitch ... I was hungry and my man was too .. I just got out the foster system.. I had no one in the world but him .. his mom was a crackhead from Chicago ... we lived in her basement .. she would come home tweaking high putting us out in the rain ... she had 5 sons ...and most of them had girlfriends at the house too.. she loved Ricky, her son ,cuz she still loved Ricky’s daddy ... But my dude ... his dad was dead .. she hated that .. he reminded her of him ...she hated him ... one night she put us out ... im like fuck this ... we need some money ....I got on the chat line ,set up a meeting place and bam ! My boyfriend had a knife and ended up stabbing him several times .. mind you I’m 18 years old .. I’ve never heard of prison before ... but instintcly I was like get the body take off all his clothes you know the drill we dumped him but he wasn’t dead ... during the interview with the cops , I thought in my head, he should of killed his ass . I had no remorse . I was mad at my boyfriend for being a hoe . I was so angry ... now ... we go to Jail... we go to prison ... we don’t talk . We don’t write . Now mind you during our relationship he would beat me ... bad .. so I was relieved to be in jail ... i felt like fuck him ... one time you could see his timerland print in my forehead ... that’s when I knew I was alone ... It was fuck him in my mind ..you don’t do this to a female ...I was depressed anyways .. then his mom putting us out ... all I could think about was getting some stability...I do six years . He does 8. We are both free now ... he is now a Muslim . Which I tried Islam in Chicago and I still think about it . Muslim men tend to be STRONG men.. . The ones who PRACTICE in the faith . I’m released from prison in 2015 fall in love with a man .. only man I been with in six years so you know I’m in love . He was my everything ... my world ... someone who was suppose to be my friend ... killed him ... for her man ... they stabbed him and left him for dead ... guess what that’s called KARMA. After my man got killed I found he fucked my friend ... another friend .. I was so angry ... but when I was a teenager I fucked my friends little buddy ... KARMA... so at this time I’m still not sure what is going on ... I’m depressed now . My man gone .. I’m living in this house .. no money ... can’t work cuz I can’t focus or stop crying cuz everyday I’m like why my man have to die God ? Why people we know have to do this GOD ? I’m begging to stay alive .. but I really wanted to die ... bottom of my feet were black . No one was helping me thru this not even his family . I’m like damn . Y’all know this man was my world .. now he worked . He took care of me as long as I took care of him ... I just remembered saying I need some money . It was turning into October.. I didn’t have no heat . I woke up freezing ... I said I’m about to rob a bank .... I told myself I have to rob a bank . I have to get myself a house and start over ... I’m talking to the lady across the street and she witnessed the murder as well .. it was heavy ... the ended up signing a plea and going to prison ... and guess that they got ? The same time me and my ex dude got just for stabbing someone .. I was damn y’all killed this man left him to die in the street like a animal... but he was talking to me the entire time ... he asked me what was I about to do ... and I didn’t know what he meant so ignored him .. and the ambulance was coming ... he kept asking me what was I gonna do .. so I said baby imma get in the car and imma follow you to the hospital .. and he said I don’t want to get in that ambulance.. I said you have too baby you bleeding ... he said I don’t want too ... he said what you finna do Tiffany ? He said I’m thirsty ... I’m so thirsty .... I said get him some water someone please ... and they lifted him into the ambulance and I didn’t see him again until the funeral . And that body in the casket was not my mans... I knew then .... this is what KARMA is .... I went back to my house that night .... and I said Tiffany you don’t have anything . No one is here with you in this world ... back to the lady across the street .. that night after My mans funeral I got drunk with the neighbor lady ... and she told me a little story ... and my life has never been the same ..... that’s the night I became Dani Bankz.
Dani BankzPublished 3 years ago in Filthy
Look Like A Hoe
Look Like A Hoe Chapter 1 Move in day. Here we are going to my dorm room. I literally just met this guy at orientation. He’s hella cute, about 5’9 long curly hair and a heavy accent. He helped me find my way around town after orientation. Earlier we went to the dorm he lives in and out front we see a bunch of current students helping the new students move their things to their rooms. This was the first time I had ever met Courtney. She was clearly the most dramatic. Their was a light that came from her spirit. I walked up to her and asked her what program she was in. She proudly told me she was in the intergrated program. She made it clear that it’s always better when you can do everything. I knew then I wanted to explore more singing instead of dance. She made it sound like the best thing in the world to be in that spotlight. That’s what I wanted. I also look over at the boy I met at orientation and can tell what he wanted. He was talking to the girl with the pink hoodie. Didn’t quite catch her name. I then look at him and think to myself would he actually be into me or everything that hits on him. Our walk back to my dorm he clearly confirmed it. His conversation about females and all the things he would do with every female that walked bye. He even threw out little hints that I’m no different from the rest. He was cute at first, and still has a little swag to keep him their but, He’s so friendly and he’s clearly hella thirsty. I would offer him some bottled water but what will I drink when I’m thirsty. I just moved in and I have a case to last me until my mom sends me another package, and besides I think he likes being thirsty. When we walked in my room Tito basically plopped on my roommates bed with his shoes on thinking it was my bed. I Kindly told him take them off and he responds saying. “ I’m not that easy.” At this point I know what he wants but I’m not that easy. I then climb in my bed and he says the weirdest thing. “You know what I love most? When a man acts like a man in the streets and turns into a female in bed. That shit turns me on” at this point he has officially confirmed that he is indeed gay and into males. I respond with “yea I love that shit” With complete bliss in his voice he says “I knew it the minute I saw you. But you have to be careful out here. You can’t tell anybody because people will use it against you.” I already knew who I was and my roommates already knew that I was gay. I stilled played along “Of course. I also don’t wanna be labeled as the gay guy” he responds “yea it’s not a good look.” Already I’m thinking in my head that he’s not making a good first impression. Do I look like a hoe? Everytime I meet a guy it’s either you look like you got hoes, or better yet you definitely look like the hoe type. He’s cool and I can definitely see myself being cool with him but I feel like he thinks we’re gonna trade some head. Either way that’s not how I move. I want a deep connection. Someone to share something special with. My friends say I ask for too much for my age. But what’s wrong with Manogamy. Some time pass bye and now I’m just sitting here acting like I’m asleep. Mostly thinking he would get the point and leave. Out of the blue he says “It look like you got hoes” I turn around and you won’t believe what he did next. Waving it aimlessly he pulled his dick out and invited me to suck it. Do I quench his thirst? Or Do I kick him out. Find out in Chapter 2.
Andre CampbellPublished 3 years ago in Filthy
forbidden (part 2) (18+)
Tony slowly stood from his desk and moved around and held his hand out for Peter to shake, wanting to feel the boy’s skin on his own just a bit even though he knew he wouldn’t be able to feel the rest of the boy’s skin and body quite so easily.
Lucas Embredoment BlackbloodPublished 3 years ago in Filthy
The Rebound
“I can’t believe it” I said pacing the room. “I cannot believe this is happening” my best friend Ann sat on my bed eating popcorn and watching me pace. She knew I just needed to get it all out so she sat with me in spirit. “I mean, I suppose I can believe it looking back all the signs were there. Working late, charges for fancy places showing up on the credit card bill, the phone log on the bill listing the same number repeatedly, nights out with ‘the boys’ since when do ‘the boys’ leave vanilla scents on him?”
Kitten in Heat
An early morning rise before my dreamy eyelids fully opens. I am aroused while in the mist, my mind is drifting. I am in a space of confusion because deeply, I want love and lust to be in alliance. A toxic shame overwhelms me for the righteous mind wants to think differently but it's in overload of sexual wants. The irony is the dew that’s upon the creases of my yoni. I lie still and his name is echoing in my head. I try whole-heartedly to redirect my thought pattern. I call out to the Father in repetition for an awaken through prayer for guidance of the day. Questioning my salvation and sense of sexuality, “who can save a sinner like me?” I have identified with many roles: the wolf, the sheep and the Jezebel in my personal stories. Yet, I have to be honest to myself; I can not identify the protagonist in the story of my torrid affairs.
Bree Z LovePublished 3 years ago in Filthy
Give Me Something Thick...
According to Healthdata.org, 2.1 Billion people are overweight or obese. That is nearly one-third of the Earth’s population. It amazes me that most people behave as if those who are overweight and obese don’t care about themselves or maybe they’re just lazy. That’s absolutely ridiculous!
Andrea TumblinPublished 3 years ago in Filthy
Masturbation For Men 101: Myths, Facts & Benefits!
As I type this, it is March 2020 and if you’re aware of what’s happening in the world then you know that we are in a crazy time where people are being isolated, quarantined and practicing social distancing.
Edwin Betancourt Jr.Published 3 years ago in Filthy
Something “New”
I spent most of my life alone. Fucking with random women when I felt my urges taking over me. The longest I’ve gone before was 6 months since actually loosing my virginity.
Kate MariePublished 3 years ago in Filthy
TIFU By Playing With Myself With Peanut Butter
(Warning: Peanut butter kink, so very sexual) I (gay man) found myself in the mood. Unfortunately for me, my boyfriend, Logan, decided to work overtime in his office (something I've jokingly referred to as his excuse to not hang out with anybody). Anyway, I decided to keep myself from bothering him by coming up with different pickup lines to potentially use on him a little later. It lowered my libido for a while due to the reminders that I'm usually a hopeless romantic and not a hopeless rimantic (my brother is to blame for that joke). It wasn't until I envisioned myself telling Logan "Will you be the Crofters in my peanut butter sandwich?" that I found myself in the mood again.
Monique StarPublished 3 years ago in Filthy
Her Written Truth
Chapter 5 I found myself sitting to our kitchen table toying with my wedding ring. I still couldn’t wrap my mind around what happened. Bottle of wine and a glass sitting in front of me, I heard the garage door lifting.
Kate MariePublished 3 years ago in Filthy
Roz
Beginning The gray light that reflected off the rain clouds shown from the window on to the water in the tub casting the entire bathroom in gloom; the gloom didn’t bother Rozlyn. Gloom seemed to be her faithful friend that was always there, always reliable. Rozlyn had become accustomed to being caught in the gloom; for most of her adult life the rain always seemed to come out at the right time. That was the one great thing about the rain that never failed; no one could tell that you were crying. The rain has always been the perfect mask. Rozlyn was used to wearing masks. She never allowed anyone to get close enough to see the real her. Sitting here naked in the white enameled tub with her face fresh and clean and the suds of the bubble bath long gone exposing her supple breasts was as natural and vulnerable as she allowed herself to get, even private. Rozlyn never dared to even acknowledge who she was deep inside. She didn’t want to chance opening the door she hid her true self behind out of fear that she wouldn’t be able to close the door again. The thought, the prospect of her true self being let loose and shattering the mask she has taken pains and the time to make and project as her was almost too much to even think about allowing.
Stephanie ForemanPublished 3 years ago in Filthy
