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Erotic Arousal from Disaster: The Dark Allure of Symphorophilia. Content Warning.
It happened on a quiet Sunday afternoon — the kind that smells of asphalt and heat. Clara was driving home from work, the window half open, her hair whipping in the dry wind. The city shimmered in the distance, trembling in the summer haze.
By Jiri Solc12 months ago in Filthy
Born Again Porn Star
“How innocently exploring my sexuality in what I thought was a safe container became a nightmare I had to survive – and a universal truth I’m driven to tell.”
By THE HONED CRONE12 months ago in Filthy
Bored in the Bedroom? Try These 7 Role Plays Before Monday
Let’s be honest — you can only fake surprise at your partner’s “new move” for so long. Sex can be incredible, emotional, even spiritual… but it can also fall victim to the most unsexy of villains: routine. The lights go off, the same two positions happen, and somewhere in the distance a tiny violin plays for your libido.
By No One’s Daughterabout a year ago in Filthy
Meeting My Ex At A Party. Content Warning.
The Balcony October 28th I saw him across a sea of familiar-unfamiliar faces, and for a second, the last five years didn't just vanish; they were violently erased. The air, thick with the smell of tandoori kebabs, spilled whiskey, and too much perfume, went thin. The bass of the bhangra track thumping from the speakers inside seemed to sync with a sudden, hard pulse in my throat.
By Chahatabout a year ago in Filthy
First time someone touched me in crowd. Content Warning.
October 12 I always think of the smell first. Like a heavy blanket, it's jasmine and marigold from the flower guy's cart. Then it smacks you – the sharp smell from those beat-up rickshaws. A warm, wet feeling of so many folks huddled together, all moving like one big thing. Silk, cotton, sweat – all heading towards the river. The Ganga Aarti in Varanasi? It's not something to watch from the stands. It’s like jumping headfirst into a pool. You don’t just see it; it gets into you.
By Chahatabout a year ago in Filthy
Mr. Thorne’s office.. Content Warning.
October 3rd The rain in Vancouver has a particular smell. It’s not just wet asphalt and damp earth. It’s the scent of cedar needles steaming on hot pavement after a sudden downpour, a clean, sharp perfume that gets into your lungs and makes you feel alive. I was breathing it in, standing under the awning of the Humanities building, watching the water sheet down in a grey curtain, separating me from the rest of the world. My backpack was heavy with books I hadn’t read, and my mind was a thousand miles away, or maybe just one floor up, in a corner office with a flickering fluorescent light.
By Chahatabout a year ago in Filthy
Pleasure at the Edge: Inside the Hidden World of BDSM. Content Warning.
The room is silent except for the faint clink of chains and the low hum of a heater. A woman in a black velvet mask kneels on deep red fabric, her breathing slow and deliberate. Across from her, a partner traces a leather crop down her shoulder. No one speaks. In that breathless pause, fear and anticipation mix until they are indistinguishable. For those who gather in such private spaces—lofts in Brooklyn, basements in Berlin—BDSM is not a reckless thrill. It is a ritual of trust, a deliberate dance between surrender and control.
By Jiri Solcabout a year ago in Filthy
Sinful Legacy. Content Warning.
My apartment is too quiet tonight. The kind of hush where every sound is thrown into sharp relief - the tap I never fixed still drips with a stubbornness I somehow admire, the elevator far down the hall sighs like something disappointed, and every empty space echoes with the ghost of his voice.
By Chahatabout a year ago in Filthy
"You don't follow directions very well". Content Warning.
There was nothing about her room in Aphrodite's Inn that stood out to Emma. For being the top ranked sex retreat this side of the Mississippi, it was rather bland with its soft tan walls, fake dark wood floor, and those all too common paintings of flowers and birds that all hotels seemed to possess. The bed was large, soft in a way that had her melting into it. And she’d begrudge that the little kitchenette was nice and the oversize soaking bathtub was truly the centerpiece.
By Connieabout a year ago in Filthy
My Secretary
Marko smothered Ashley’s lips with his. He knotted his fingers into her hair and held tightly onto her head as they made out. Opening up her lips, Marko stuck his tongue into her mouth.
By Jo. Schmidtabout a year ago in Filthy
The Time Still
Evelyn Hart sat alone in her MIT lab, the hum of the Chrono-Stasis Device filling the silence. It was a small, silver box, unremarkable except for the impossible thing it could do: pause time. At 42, Evelyn had poured a decade into this machine, driven by a memory that never left her—her father’s heart attack, the ambulance too slow, the seconds slipping away. If she could stop time, she could stop that kind of pain. Tonight, she’d test it on herself, no longer content with petri dishes and plants.
By Thomasabout a year ago in Filthy
Beating Hearts. AI-Generated.
So I pull up... I Take Your hand... say hello... My name is Thomas... You say it's a Pleasure to meet You... I mention It's a Pleasure to be Your Pleasure... I lean on Giving You a kiss... I then step back... As we both look at the other... Craving with intensity... we take each other in... your l biting your lip... I can already taste what's dripping from your Tulip... You know I'm ready... You can see the size of the mast my ship is sailing with from the bulge the front of my pants is displaying... We step forward towards one another... I grab the back of your neck with the strengthen of an aggressive lover... then I tear off Your clothes... Begin turning You around as I nibble on the nape your neck... I reach down into your folds... my assumptions confirmed as my fingers side into your Velvet lining... Leaking like a broken faucet..... I can get your flower trembling with anticipation...Slippery & Wet.... bending You over the front of my truck... I smack a handprint on the right cheek of your ass with an upward thrust... Making that bubble bounce for me... Causing the zipper of my pants to fail... My Cocks bursting at the seams... Something large grazes your behind... the warmth let you know that this is no toy... And that fantasies do Truly Cum True... Readily in position to take Your Womanhood from the back... Listening to You gasp as Your gap Swallows this fat cock in it's entirety.... Balls deep... I enter into Your lower stomach repeatedly knocking on heavens door... This Monster Dick's only getting harder the loader You Moan... All in search for the coveted Halo shaped "O"... i grab the hair on the back of Your head and pull you close to my mouth... where I can breathe heavily into the drum of Your ear... whisperings of the naughtiest things that You've ever wanted to hear... Anything and Everything that I'm going to do to You... Right now... Right here... Nipping at your lobe I then turn your head ever so slow slightly and kiss you with a passion You've never endured. You can practically taste the hunger for You on my lips... That moment Your vaginal walls spasm all over my throbbing cock... Seizing & contracting bliss.... splashing orgasm all down Our legs... I push Your head forward but You weren't ready for it... You'll Yelp a bit as I drop to my knees... a monster Cock disappearing from your insides like Houdini... I drink every last drop from the rivers flow from You... As I Suck the soul from the little man in Your boat you cum time and time again... Drowning the breath from me... Soaking my face from behind.... Though I'm not done with You just yet... You've gotten Yours... now it's time for me to get mine...... Standing up... grabbing the back of Your head as your still in the euphoria of an earth shattering orgasm... I interrupt this Bliss by pulling you back up... spinning You back around to face me... I pick you up off Your feet... as I walk You to the back of my truck... I open the tail gate and lay You back down in the bed... I take this Big Dick back in my hand... stepping forward I began to drop this hammer on your pussy over and over again... looking deep into Your eyes... without words yearning for You to say when...... Hammers knocking again and again... the head slapping Your clit... over and over again.... Inevitably You can't take it anymore and Plead for me to stop teasing and to Fuck you already...... Where I say.... "YezMa'am" with a half cocked smile... Knowing just what You wanted... just what you've needed all along..... So I tip You at first... until you get pissed... just when You open your mouth to say something to me...... I plunge So Deeply Inside You that We'll be able to feel One Another's hearts beat from sin...
By Thomas Fabout a year ago in Filthy