relationships
Love, sex, single, committed.
One Man, One Collar; One Metric Ton of Lessons
I didn’t want one. I knew they represented something. You thought they looked hot. Even to you who knew nothing of the significance, somewhere locked in the recesses of your mind was an idea, a justification forged from your many experiences of seeing them. What you forget is that they “look hot” for a reason.
Shauna CallaghanPublished 2 years ago in FilthyOpen Hollow
Chapter 01: Welcome to Open Hollow The tiny bell above the door trilled throughout the bookshop. The tone was inviting, bringing a subtle charm to the silence it broke. The patron stopped, inhaling the smell of old books and incense. The runes in the door frame made everyone pause, as though they held a spell preventing everyone from venturing further into the shop. The door behind clicked softly, the lock carefully catching, preventing any wayward spirits from entering.
R.A. ThomasPublished 2 years ago in FilthyArising to the Top
There was a bustle; though it was mid-December, and the slush of the wintry mix had begun to accumulate in its glistening majesty. Not for long though. Never long, for the pristine beauty of the white landscape was something that would soon enough be tainted by the ruts of tires and mud as it slung to and fro to clutter the gutters with the scum remnants of what had once been an untouched blanket of beautiful possibility. Within this flurry, a beautiful young woman with skin the color of light sandstone and emerald eyes, called Arisela, strode down the sidewalk of Seattle with a curious grin planted upon her rosy lips. Seemingly the sun was radiated down upon her with golden tendrils that spread out across her body; clad in a dark-colored downy jacket with pleats and round buttons, which made it difficult for the shape of her welcoming body as it was covered in such a modest jacket. And yet a ribbony shimmering brightness like that of the wintry sea in the gulf seemed to shimmer like lapis lazuli with glimmering luminescence within her dual-colored eyes.
Sai Marie JohnsonPublished 2 years ago in FilthyA Snowbunny in the Hood
Red and I are up early, headed to the campus of East Tennessee State. My homies have an apartment and invited me and a guest to hang out while on Spring Break.
Timothy KincaidPublished 2 years ago in FilthyThe Professor's Slutty Daughter
It's Clemson Fan Day at Littlejohn, which means all players sign autographs after the game. I have my best game of the season pouring in 25 points. I walk out to my table. A line of Tiger fans offers an impromptu ovation.
Timothy KincaidPublished 2 years ago in FilthyCan You Resist?
It was another normal day at the office usual work pace and hectic people running around like their lives depend on it. Tom just walked in and i'm not sure what it is about him but he's looking extra steamy in his black suit, and I am loving the way high tight pants are hugging his cute little ass. Obviously I keep these comments to myself before the entire work staff thinks i'm in love with our boss or something! "I have an announcement everyone listen up!" We all stood at attention right away! Thank you to everyone who worked very hard these last few months they loved our pitch and as part of my appreciation for each and every one of you, you will be gifted a weeks paid vacation as part of your Christmas bonus! Applause quickly spread through the room and I joined in of course I was so damn excited! "Natalie and Jeff can I see you both in my office for a minute." Yes sir, right away. We are standing in his office staring at each other wondering what's going on. I just wanted to inform you both that although you will be on vacation I have decided to chose my two best representatives to be on call. That was no problem at all I mean at least we were still going to be able to have a week off, just sucked that I couldn't leave out of town how I pictured in my head about 5 minutes ago. We are dismissed when I hear my name, Natalie can I speak to you for a second? Of course Mr. Radford, what's going on?
"My Husband Pays me for Sex"
My friend Lizzie was talking to me about sex, not something unusual. From the sex life she described, it was quite adventurous. Her husband had kinks and she had her fair share too. So, I was very surprised when she came out with the sentence "you know, he pays quite a lot".
ConfessionsPublished 2 years ago in FilthySex, Stress And Keeping Your Relationship Strong
As a formally trained sex therapist and coach, I can tell you it’s a little more complicated than 'stress kills desire'. For Some It Increases Desire
Leigh NorénPublished 2 years ago in FilthyThe Night I Found Out I Don’t Like Women
The first time I wondered if I liked girls was in middle school. In religion class of all places. With wild, curly black hair and striking blue eyes, her breasts were the size of grapefruits that ended at a point in opposite directions as she stood in front of my little wooden desk passing back assignments. There were rumors that she wore extra perfume to cover up the stink of cigarettes that she smoked during breaks.
Cynthia BordPublished 2 years ago in FilthyShould I Feel Bad About Feeling Jealous When My Wife Flirts With Others?
I've always had an uneven relationship with jealousy. As a sexually open person, I've tended to think of jealousy as a bit of emotion, born mainly of insecurity. The Moliere school of thought — "he who is jealous loves more, but he who is not jealous loves better."
Chai SteevesPublished 2 years ago in FilthyDo You Monitor Your Spouse’s Texts?
I was on a discussion board this morning. A guy in the lifestyle — a swinger — was talking about the rules they have in communicating with other people in the lifestyle.
Chai SteevesPublished 2 years ago in FilthyFrank Sinatra's "Witchcraft"
I started dating Shawn in October. We met at a friend’s Halloween party. The thing that drew me in was his dark eyes. It sounds a little twisted, but they kind of reminded me of my ex, Brandon. Brandon was everything. We had some really rough patches, but the good days were some of the best I’ve ever had. I could write books upon books about Brandon, but I find myself struggling to write one sentence about Shawn. Which is cruel because Shawn is a great guy; he’s just not my Brandon.
Lindsey HultmanPublished 2 years ago in Filthy