taboo
A look at words, acts, and fetishes that are often unjustly considered taboo.
Why Sex Noises Turn Us On (And Other Auditory Oddities). AI-Generated.
A breath catches. A soft gasp. Then a low moan escapes—half involuntary, half intentional. Your body reacts instantly. Goosebumps. Heartbeat kicks up. Pupils dilate. Even if you’re not being touched, your brain lights up like you’re in the middle of something very NSFW.
By PrimeHorizonabout a year ago in Filthy
Sex Toys Through the Ages: From Stone Dildos to Smart Vibrators. AI-Generated.
Let’s Get This Out of the Way: People Have Been Horny Forever You might think sex toys are a modern luxury—something invented by bold 21st-century minds with access to silicon molds and USB ports.
By PrimeHorizon2 years ago in Filthy
The Truth About ‘Post-Nut Clarity’: Is It Real or Bro Science?. AI-Generated.
Let’s Set the Scene You’ve just finished a steamy session—alone or with a partner—and suddenly, like a curtain lifted in your mind, everything looks… different. The fantasy that made your toes curl now feels oddly embarrassing. The person you were desperate to DM at 2 a.m.? You're wondering why you ever thought sending that peach emoji was a good idea.
By PrimeHorizon2 years ago in Filthy
Layla Lays Down the Law
His socks are on the floor. Again. Every day she picks up after him before she goes to work. Every day he spends all of his extra time playing video games. Sure, they both have full time jobs, but she has two. She comes home and does everything. She’s so frustrated, and so tired of talking to a blank wall.
By Karen LaRue2 years ago in Filthy
Making Joan Moan
Joan knew that this was no normal Friday night. She had arranged everything in advance, she knew exactly what was going to happen. As she slipped her pink sundress over her head, she briefly considered going without panties but decided that excitement dripping down her legs on the way to up to the hotel room would draw a little bit too much attention. She put on just a touch of blush, some eye liner, and mascara before finishing up the look with a nice, neutral lip shade. She snapped a quick selfie before slipping on her flip flops and heading out the door. Tonight’s the night. Her fantasy is finally coming true.
By Karen LaRue2 years ago in Filthy
Mistress of the House Chapter One: A New House
“Haunted!” I laughed. “Who the hell still believes in ghosts?” I had bought a nice house in the country. It was far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, but close enough to the highways and other roads that I could get to work and back within a reasonable amount of time.
By Alexander Martin2 years ago in Filthy
