relationships
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Friends with Benefits
I already know what you're thinking, "Another girl who couldn't handle something she committed to." I honestly wish that were the case. I wish that I was so shitty at handling things because I promise you it would be a lot easier to deal with what I have been feeling lately. Problem is, I handle things so well that I forget to take care of myself in the process. I have been in my fair share of friends with benefits relationships and usually things turn out decently aside from the relationship ending due to mostly irreconcilable differences. Nothing too dramatic, relocation or just circumstances of life really. I say irreconcilable differences because things usually occur that keep the promise of keeping in touch a failure and the friendship goes out of the window.
By Rosilind Wilson6 years ago in Filthy
My First Sugar Daddy
Let me start off by saying there's a huge stigma when it comes to having a sugar baby and being a sex worker. I started it off out of curiosity for an app that's purpose is to help you find a sugar daddy. If you are a sugar baby on the app, you can join free, sugar daddy's pay for a trial. I met my first sugar daddy, who I will call Professor. We had a meet and greet for our first time meeting at The Melting Pot. He was shorter than I expected but I also wore heels. He talked about how he is a grandfather. He has children that are all older than me. Pretty lonely man, I pity him to be completely honest. He did not touch me the first time we met nor did he give me an allowance which is expected. He talked about science and stuff I couldn't relate to. It's very awkward during conversations with him because I can't relate nor do I have an opinion on most topics he likes. Second time we see each other he took me a museum where we didn't really talk. After the museum, he brought me to his house which is nothing fancy, he's middle class so he gives a small allowance. We went into his room where he made out with me and the taste of his mouth made me gag, I tried to hold myself together and not purge in this man's mouth while he tried to kiss me. He started stripping me and I just laid flat on the bed. He gave me terrible oral for the longest time. His mouth was way too warm on my vagina. He came up next to me, kissing me more. I told him I could not have sex with him that day because it was my deceased mother's birthday. He held me, told me he was there for me. He gave me my first allowance that day even though he didn't get my golden ticket. My first allowance was $250, at first I thought this was great easy money. $250 every time I spend a day with him seemed good to me. To my disappointment the professor likes to text all day, everyday. I don't have that much to talk about and he bores me so much with his talk about physics. I saw him one more time where we had actual penetrating sex. I wouldn't call it too penetrating though, because his penis is only like four inches. He's an overweight older male with a below average penis size so I found no pleasure in sex with him. I deserve a Grammy for how greatly I performed for him. Professor unfortunately lasted longer than I would have expected, so a few hours later he finally finished. We were supposed to go the movies after sex but I made an excuse to go home because I wanted to scrub the smell of him off me. He drove me home and gave me my second allowance. Never have I cried harder in my life, brushing my teeth and body than I did that day. He wasn't mean or cruel. He actually cared about me and wanted to know more about me but I just couldn't continue with him he wanted to be too invested in me. I felt like I needed something different like a sugar daddy who didn't invest feelings. Just sex and money. I had to be a total different person just to fit his fantasies. I've had more sugar daddies since. Will be writing more so please stay tuned.
By Feeling Brand New6 years ago in Filthy
The Exquisite Pain
It seemed like yesterday when we would sneak secret glances at each other. My face feels so warm, and red. The electric energy would pull me towards him. Our eyes would meet and do a sensual kind of dance. It’s a dance that I never want to end. Suddenly we hug, and the time instantly slows down. I could stay in his arms for an eternity, maybe even longer.
By TRAILBLAZER !6 years ago in Filthy
Me, Pam, and Molly
The “typewriters” sound was what alerted me when I got an email on my phone. I got the notification and given how OCD I am I always immediately check and clear those fucking red dots off of my homescreen. Whenever I saw from “Andrews” I got excited and for good reason. Why, you ask? Well because every time I got an email from this guy it meant that I was being offered anywhere from $350 to $1000 to have sex with an attractive girl ranging in ages between 18 and 24 usually. The subject line would usually have a name with a two digit number next to it that meant her age. This particular email read “Pam 24.” The body of the email would say something to the effect of “new to business, recently tested, local and wants to shoot asap.” There would be an average of 5 nude pictures in several different positions for me to base my decision to shoot with her or not on.
By Joshua Paul6 years ago in Filthy
Being a 17-Year-Old Virgin
I’ve always been the one to search online for answers on questions I was curious about. I read stories on people losing their virginity. For some of them, it was the best decision they’ve ever made, and for others, it was the worst. The people who said it was the best decision didn’t regret it because it was with people who cared about them, and for those who said it was the worst, they lost it to people they thought cared about them. But I'm not here to talk about what happens after sex, I’m here to talk about what it’s like before it.
By Anonymous dicey Teenager6 years ago in Filthy
BDSM Slaves
It is really hard to talk about roles in BDSM because everyone does each role their way. The way you do a role is up to you because it's what you are comfortable with. I recently talked to two very misinformed individuals. They seriously thought that my master controlled everything I did. In reality, my master has rules for me that I have to follow. The rules are stuff like no more than one or two drinks of hard alcohol, a curfew for days I have to work and I have to tell him when I'm anxious. So, as you see, it's respect and safety-based stuff. There are some slave girls who want their master to have more control than that, but most want to be able to control some parts of their lives. There are even some masters that let you make decisions about certain things like family, friends and work. Most masters want you to set boundaries, so that you can have safe space in your life that's just yours.
By Lena Bailey6 years ago in Filthy
My Girlfriend Doesn't Want Sex Anymore. Help?
Julian asks: "I have been dating my girlfriend for almost a year now, and since the beginning, we have been having sex. All of a sudden though, she tells me that she does not want to 'disrespect' her body and that she does not want us having sex anymore. I feel like she should not have made such a big decision that affects both of us without even talking to me about it beforehand. I love her very much and to me the sex was a way of showing that love. It seems to me that if a relationship was sexually active and that factor is suddenly taken away, the relationship can't be expected to be the same. Any advice?"
By Bonny Albo6 years ago in Filthy
Stranger
We were complete strangers. Well, that's how almost every story begins, isn't it? I had just broken up with my boyfriend of three years and was ready to smash my way through my hoe phase. (You may interpret that as figuratively as you'd like.) My best friend invited me to a model networking event, and I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to find a beautiful one-night stand. (Not withstanding the fact that I've never even had a one-night stand before.)
By Milo Goyal6 years ago in Filthy