taboo

A look at words, acts, and fetishes that are often unjustly considered taboo.

The Average Trap: Why Men Get Penis Size So Wrong
Imagine being told that the average height in your country is 5 feet 10 inches. Would you immediately assume that everyone shorter than that is unusually small?
By T Snider7 days ago in Filthy
The Winter Clearing
Chapter 4: Frostbound Vows He moved inside her with a rhythm that felt like the mountain’s own heartbeat. Slow. Deep. Unhurried, as though he wanted to memorize every angle of her, every sound she made.
By Lilithea Adasia12 days ago in Filthy
The Winter Clearing
Chapter 2: The Icebound Embrace The kiss deepened, and the cold seemed to fall away from her skin. Astraea’s fingers tightened in the wool of his coat, pulling him closer as his mouth moved against hers with a hunger that belied his earlier restraint. His cool hand slid from her waist, tracing up her spine until it settled between her shoulder blades, pressing her firmly against the solid warmth of his chest.
By Lilithea Adasia12 days ago in Filthy
The Winter Clearing
Chapter 1: The Stars Have Led Me Here The stars had been calling Astraea all evening, pulling her attention toward the southern mountains with a persistence she couldn't quite ignore. One constellation in particular seemed brighter than the rest, its silver points arranged in a pattern that stirred something ancient beneath her human thoughts.
By Lilithea Adasia12 days ago in Filthy
Through the Hole — Part 2
I slept in pieces. Every time I woke up my hand was already between my legs, like my body had made a decision my mouth hadn’t signed. The shower from Wednesday night hadn’t done what I needed it to do. I could still feel the floor in my knees. I made coffee at 6:50 and drank it standing at the sink looking at his mug from Sunday, the one with the chipped handle he refuses to throw away.
By Chahat2 months ago in Filthy
Captured in the Dark My Monsoon Night with the Photographer
The rain came down so hard that night it felt like the sky was trying to wash the whole city away. I stood outside the studio door already soaked to the skin. My name is Chahat. I am twenty years old and in my second year of art college. This photography session was for my portfolio. I had booked the place and the photographer online. His name was Rohan.
By Chahat2 months ago in Filthy
Through the Hole
Rohan left on Sunday for another one of those work trips that never end. By Tuesday night I was climbing the walls. We haven’t had sex in almost three months. Not even half-hearted stuff. He comes home, eats, scrolls, falls asleep. I lie there staring at the ceiling with my hand under the sheet like some pathetic teenager. I started watching things I never used to watch. One night I typed “anonymous sex” and then “glory hole” just to see. I told myself it was just curiosity. Then I saved the address of that place near the industrial park.
By Chahat2 months ago in Filthy
Untitled Titillations
My body count is in the hundreds. I’m not saying that to brag. Because a huge majority of those Are pretty forgettable. But I’d like to share some of my most memorable experiences with you tonight.
By Jebus! 2 months ago in Filthy
The Balcony Where I Let Him Finger Me Then Fuck Me in the Guest Room
The party was too loud. Bass thumped through the floor and walls of the small Mumbai flat. Bodies moved close. Sweat and perfume filled the air. I had one drink and my head felt light. My friend was in the middle of the crowd dancing. I needed space. I slipped out to the narrow balcony and pulled the glass door almost shut behind me.
By Chahat2 months ago in Filthy
The Night the Cinema Went Dark
I needed to get out of my flat. The monsoon rain had trapped me with my books for days and the pressure of upcoming exams made my skin itch with restlessness. My body felt warm and needy in a way that studying could not fix. Nights alone left me aching between my legs with no release.
By Chahat2 months ago in Filthy
The Miss Chronicles. Content Warning.
Charlotte had always been home, but it was Ms. Helen Clark who truly made it feel alive for me. I’d seen her around, a vibrant fixture in the city's small business community, long before I ever found myself acquainted with her, let alone working for her. She had this effortless charm, a way of making everyone around her feel seen, appreciated, and just a little bit electric. Her office, nestled in a historic building downtown, became my second home, especially when her assistant, Oliver, a wry, observant man who always seemed to know more than he let on, brought me into the fold for some ad-hoc projects.
By Forest Green3 months ago in Filthy
The Miss Chronicles. Content Warning.
The bass thumped a steady rhythm through James’s apartment, a pleasant reverberation against the soles of my shoes. His “after work party” was less a wild bash and more a laid-back gathering of friends, exactly what I’d needed after a long week. But the casual atmosphere took an unexpected turn when a woman with a laugh like wind chimes and eyes that crinkled at the corners walked in.
By Forest Green3 months ago in Filthy