fetishes
Explore common and little-known fetishes. Learn how to satisfy a fetish and how to interpret the fetishes of your partner.
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Your shift at work did a number on you today. With puffy eyes, pink cheeks, and severe case of the sniffles, you trudge through the front door ready to fall apart in your bed until Monday morning when you're forced to return to your dreadful station. Both of your shoes smack into the wall when you kick them off and the thump of your bag hitting the floor echoes through the hallway, along with the scream you've been holding in since the lunch time fiasco with your manager. Every single day in corporate hell sucks the soul out of you but this particular Friday had you swearing up and down that you can't go back, even though you absolutely will show up on Monday morning to begin the stupid cycle all over again.
Ashleigh HarrisPublished 3 years ago in FilthyThree and a Half Shades of Gray
The lady looked sharp, there was no getting around it. Her hair was freshly styled, and her makeup meticulously applied (it had to be, since she had never tried to apply makeup like this before!). Even her nails were specially prepared, the prosthetics applied and secured with such care had been painted a deep red to match the glass of merlot she sipped from with a slightly shaky hand. Three coats.
Noel T. CumberlandPublished 3 years ago in FilthyBalls for 10
Ball busting for 10. The phone rang and as the ringtone to Dirty by Christina Aguilera rang out across the front room Sam answered the phone.
Owen Cochrane-milnePublished 3 years ago in FilthyBall busting for 10
Ball busting for 10. The phone rang and as the ringtone to Dirty by Christina Aguilera rang out across the front room Sam answered the phone.
Owen Cochrane-milnePublished 3 years ago in FilthyAss Slap Styles
What does the way your partner spanks you tell you about your relationship? I do not watch porn. I have never been drawn to it and never felt the need to. Sure, there have been times I've watched it to see what it's all about. Generally speaking, though, what I know from sex is from experience. It seems, however, that men learn what they want and how they act in bed from what they watch on their computer screen. Why, then, do some guys spank so hard right off the bat? While others are much gentler? I wanted to write this article partly for the comic effect. But also to share an aspect of sex and relationships that I find interesting. The way a guy slaps my ass says a lot to me about our relationship. I have also found it to become more common in my sexual encounters, so I wanted to dive into it.
Beth (Halo) HansonPublished 3 years ago in FilthyHidden Pleasures
It was Saturday night and I was getting ready for my first date with Miguel. I was super nervous and I could not figure out what to wear even though we weren't going out. I invited him to come over my place for dinner.We have been talking for 2 weeks now and I couldn't wait to meet him.Nowadays dating is so hard and I figured why not give online dating a try. Miguel is 36 years old 6’2 italian, and french heritage and works as a producer in the music industry. This man is hot and toned , tattoos in all the right places so you can understand my eagerness to meet him.I thought i bring all guns blazing and cook a nice romantic dinner, candlelight ,wine and for dessert ‘’ ME ‘’ of course save the best for last.So tonight im making shrimp garlic butter pasta garnished with parsley with french baguette garlic bread just the thought is making me hungry with a side of the best Merlot french wine.So got food out the way now it's time to slip until something more suitable for tonight.Start off with a sexy black lace thong ,suspenders,and lace sheer bra and finish it off with some cute fluffy heeled mules.Finally decided to wear a black wrap midi dress i been waiting for the perfect occasion to wear it.
Denise FerreiraPublished 3 years ago in Filthy5 Fetishes That Will Blow Your Mind *Must Read*
Here I am yet again with a few more fetishes that will have you scratching your head. I, myself, find the research I do for these articles to be actually quite amusing. One minute you've got the light-hearted fetishes that really mean no harm. The next you question if you truly know the people around you. Let's face it anyone you know in the world could have any one of these fetishes and you would never know. Normal, everyday people walking around with sick thoughts that tangle around their brain cells like a sick wave of adrenaline. It's crazy.
The Darkest SunrisePublished 3 years ago in FilthyMy Realistic “Dream Date”
I lay here wondering if I’m trapped in the idea and the need for my fantasies to be brought to life and if maybe what I need to be fulfilled is too much for anybody to actually satisfy me with. I mean most things I want done to me is normal but a bit different when it comes down to how I will reflect on it later on. I need a man that isn’t scared to dominate me in aggressive ways because as much as he needs to do that to me I want for him to truly understand why I’d appreciate any and all of it. Some people want to be abused and I am one of them. But only if i were to love him before and after all of it. That’s the trick. My heart is so closed off that I’m not sure if I’ll ever love anybody enough to be my aggressive protector. In ways I’m afraid I’m too stuck in my side of things where I can’t handle not being attracted to the man loving me. Looks aren’t exactly everything but he can still wear a mask over the face I love the most.
Keanna BarryPublished 3 years ago in FilthyYes, Mistress [MK.2]
In the amber glow of my salt-lamp, in those mellow hours of the morning, on a mattress rather than in a bed, I seek to identify the true quest of the day, if it differs to any of the others this week. While my stomach aches like a hungry prisoner I, only with traditional indifference, tinker with my testicles like a sculptor moulds his clay, stretching the flesh and reminding that intimate area that at least one hand can summon the strength to entertain it. Some deplorable pigeon coos, the jackdaws murmur, cars pass, nothing erects. Today is the first real allusion to winter, for these ultra soft breezes that sneak through my open window and stroke my exposed skin come with a definitive coolness, a cold message from the cold future, for Winter says, today: “I am on my way." This morning my leaping off the mattress, my lust for a shower, my want for apparel has been delayed. Instead, I listen like a dopey kid to the quiet and crisp whispers which allure to a frosty fate, and play with the hairy play-dough that dangles between my legs.
Oscar RichardPublished 3 years ago in FilthyYes Mistress.
In the amber glow of my salt-lamp, in those mellow hours of the morning, on a mattress rather than in a bed, I seek to identify the true quest of the day, if it differs to any of the others this week. While my stomach aches like a hungry prisoner I, only with traditional indifference, tinker with my testicles like a sculptor moulds his clay, stretching the flesh and reminding that intimate area that at least one hand can summon the strength to entertain it. Some deplorable pigeon coos, the jackdaws murmur, cars pass, nothing erects. Today is the first real allusion to winter, for these ultra soft breezes that sneak through my open window and stroke my exposed skin come with a definitive coolness, a cold message from the cold future, for Winter says, today: “I am on my way”. This morning my leaping off the mattress, my lust for a shower, my want for apparel has been delayed. Instead, I listen like a dopey kid to the quiet and crisp whispers which allure to a frosty fate, and play with the hairy play-dough that dangles between my legs.
Oscar RichardPublished 3 years ago in FilthyHow Good is Sex?
How good is sex? How goddamn good. Forget God. The orgasm is the focus of my longing, the image of my fulfilment. So I do.
Ramsay ShortPublished 3 years ago in FilthyThe Date That Made Me Perfect
I’m a bit of a loner. Or maybe the loneliest loser there could be. Those two aspects are what I am and behind it resembles a bitter end of believing I’ll never find love. I’ve tried everything. Dating apps, chat lines, bars and suggestions from friends. Nothing seems to work for me. I’m not sure if I’m not made for love or if maybe I’m just not meant to be saved. Which ever it is I’ve made a name for myself by being the bitch no one wants. It’s troubling because in my entire life I’ve never felt sexually satisfied or emotionally involved so I can never tell if maybe it’s the blame on my end or if what I’m looking for is too spontaneous of a happening and that’s why I haven’t been pleased with my past relationships.
Keanna BarryPublished 3 years ago in Filthy