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Congruence: To Do or Not to Do?
I have been struggling with writing lately; I have been finding it difficult to find the words to describe what I have been doing and feeling. And this weekend I realised why. I made a pact with myself when I started out on this journey to document it honestly; but in order to do that I first have to be honest with myself.
By Eleni Peitho6 years ago in Filthy
Confessions of a Sorority Sugar Baby
It all started during the spring semester. I was a sophomore at Columbia University. He was the professor for my bio-chemistry course. I was just another typical college girl in the sea of pretty little things ogling their hot new professor, but I soon found out that I was on my way to being the teacher's pet.
By Lizzie Boudoir6 years ago in Filthy
I Can't Get Over My Tinder Hookup
It was March 3, 2018, a typical Saturday late night where I was doing homework when I decided to open up Tinder after receiving a notification. "You've got a new match!" it read on the screen. This wasn't new to me—I had gotten many matches, that wasn't even the exciting part. It was when he first messaged me, "Wow, a cs major who enjoys being out in nature!" This was in response to the declaration of love I had for nature written on my profile. I found this particularly funny since it seemed like he was reinforcing the stereotype of computer science majors being indoor loving workaholics who only encounter daylight when walking to class. I was going to type a sassy, witty rebuttal like always until I took a closer look at his profile. It turns out he was a computer science and mathematics double major. Okay. Never mind, I thought to myself. I decided to continue the conversation normally and asked him about his interests and hobbies. Apparently, he loves being in nature too and is a beach bum. So that's why he commented about me liking the nature; he likes it too!
By Ankita Upadhyay6 years ago in Filthy
The Taurus Woman: Who We Are and What We Like in a Man
As a Taurus woman in her early 20s, I am confident I have a sense of what females under my sign look for in men (I am a heterosexual female and will be writing from that perspective). As a disclaimer, I will note that not every single Taurus lady is the name, nor do we all have a consensus on every little attribute of what we are attracted to. This is just a fun, light article on what really gets us Taureans going!
By Ankita Upadhyay6 years ago in Filthy
I’m a 22-Year-Old Virgin?!
Male 2: Mr Immaculate Before I met Mr. D, I met Mr. Immaculate. That was actually how I talked to Mr. D initially. He almost played cupid with us two. You’re probably wondering, “Why the name?” Well, Mr. Immaculate was well and truly one of the most tidiest people I knew, it was so weird. A lot of the boys in uni were messy and only cared about going out, having sex with girls and smoking weed. There was no time for tidying but Mr. Immaculate managed to to do all those things I mentioned above, plus, find the time to tidy his room absolutely spotless. He was so clean all around, from his spotless room, all the way down to his appearance, well and truly immaculate. He was classed as the “rich boy” in university because he wasn’t from London in fact the was from Cambridge which was close to where I lived and he had a nice car and worked in a job that paid him well on top of studying business at university. He wasn’t your typical “rich boy” though, he didn’t exactly speak posh, he was just well spoken and he absolutely loved to smoke weed in his pass time. He was very entertaining as well, always up for a drink and always wanted to have fun.
By Zainab Bangura6 years ago in Filthy
Pleasure & Love
I'm in love with a boy. This boy means everything to me. Actually, I really don't like him that much. To be honest the reason I say I don't really like him isn't because I truly dislike him. It's because I wish I didn't like him as much as I do. I'm crazy about him in reality. I have always been so good at focusing my entire life on my friends and family and of course on myself. I have always been so good at telling myself, "I am not the girl who needs a boy in their life." I have always been so good at not catching feelings for anyone. I'm always so detached when I'm in a "relationship." But falling for this boy was like falling down a stairway. I was in complete control at first, but then without warning I tumbled down, down, down onto the ground. I am not the first person he loved. He was not the first person I looked at with my mouthful of desire. My love for him came unannounced in the middle of a silent night. He came around and now I don't even know what to do with myself anymore. When he touches me with those hands. Oh those forceful, secure hands. Any women would die to be touched with his hands. I crave him. I need him. He touches and pleases me at the same time. He keeps his mouth on mine, but still he lavishes my breasts with attention. He loves to cup my breast and start kissing me softly, sweetly, tugging at my lips with his. We sit in spider position in the back car seat. He politely asks "Can I?" as his hands slowly make their way into my weakness. His fingers rub around my sweet spot and my eyes roll back into my head. His fingers are at my sweet spot and I imagine it’s his tongue, wetting the wings of my labia, feeling them flutter and spread, circling my clit and flicking it. I am mind-blown. He sucks on my lower lip like a ring pop over and over again, with his tender and soft lips. Oh if he'd stop, I'd cry. I'd get on my knees and beg. We get so close, too much. He plays with me like an instrument finely tuned, and if he touches me right, I make the most glorious sounds, noises of pleasure. It's like a never-ending dream. I rub my hands on top of his treasure and feel him harden. But I'll admit, I'm a little scared. A little scared of doing these types of things to him. A little scared of him breaking my heart or me breaking his. How can something that feels so wrong, also feel so right? His smile might be the most addictive drug to me. His sweet soul. His way of loving me. His pure kindness. His raw manners. His protection towards me. It's everything about him that drives me insane. Fear can't get in the way of my love for him. Fear is just something that holds us back. I will not live my days with him knowing one day it could be over. Next time I will please him as he pleases me. Now I'm growing desperate. I will take his tool into my mouth again and again, and with my two hands I will circle his sexual parts, care for him and absorb him until he comes. I will give him a full view of my slutdom.
By Erica Smith6 years ago in Filthy