taboo
A look at words, acts, and fetishes that are often unjustly considered taboo.
Love Loss
She lost herself, deep in thought. An image flashed and she was brought back, back to a time when not long ago his hand was tight around her throat.
K.M. JacksonPublished 2 years ago in FilthyBad Habits
We’ve all got our vices, some healthy, and some not so much, Personally, I find myself on that fine line. Her name is Abigail.
K.M. JacksonPublished 2 years ago in FilthySex vs. Books
I have a room at the front of my place with a lot of natural light being reflected off of the windows of my neighbours' homes across the road. Never really considered how I had to watch out for my own privacy after five years living so closely in my own darkness and with no real concept of the word. It is a type of comfort that I never knew I missed.
Kendall DefoePublished 2 years ago in Filthy5 Things Women Won’t Tell You about BDSM (But You Need to Know)
BDSM Is Shrouded in Myths Handcuffs, gags, and blindfolds, oh my! It is an understatement to say that the book 50 Shades of Grey has taken the world over by storm — and yanked our attention into the direction of BDSM.
Peeping_SoulPublished 2 years ago in FilthyGrooming Abusers
“It's a process, it doesn't happen overnight, when you depersonalize another person and view them as just an object, an object for pleasure and not a living breathing human being. It seems to make it easier to do things you shouldn't do.” -Jeffrey Dahmer
D.S. FisichellaPublished 2 years ago in FilthyThe Night Mistress brought her boyfriend Home
The day was ordinary in the most mind numbing way. I had completed my chores and was working on dinner when I heard the door open. I was in my full uniform; form fitting, assless yoga pants, thong underwear, collar and exposed chest. My heart raced at the thought of being with my Mistress again when I heard the other voice. A deep voice. A man. My heart caught in my throat at the unknown intrusion. Who was he? Where did he come from? Why Was He Here? How dare he invade our sanctuary? My anger rose dramatically until I heard laughing. A shared laugh at a shared joke. I knew Mistress had a life outside of the house that I wasn't fully privy to but this!? I slowly crept to the corner, desperately trying to see without being seen. I wasn't exactly sure how I felt about him either. He was sort of handsome in a boyish way; blonde hair cut long on top but matched his shirt cropped beard on the sides and back. His business shirt suggested that he and Mistress worked together. His dress pants and his shoes shined mirror only black confirmed it. Mistress was talking with him and caught me looking at them out of the corner of her eye and gently touched him on the chest. A familiar gesture, done many times before. My heart thundered in my chest but I slunk back to the stove, mind reeling from the revelations and possibilities.
Dreadful.herbalistPublished 2 years ago in FilthyAll in the Cards
Its been two weeks since the spirits spoke All the information has had time to soak As I look at all of her routes closely
Zeddicus ZanePublished 2 years ago in FilthyOur Visit To The New Local BDSM Club.
Have you ever been someplace and you feel like you really like it, but you really and truly don’t want to be there? That was our experience last Saturday night. We, with a few friends, decided to check out a new BDSM club that had opened in our home town. We’re not a part of the BDSM community but we like to open ourselves to new adventures and we wanted to support a new sex-positive club that was trying to get off the ground, at a time when it’s hard for any business to get off the ground.
Chai SteevesPublished 2 years ago in Filthy"Lessons" From My Professor
There was really no good reason to pack lingerie for a research trip with my professor. It definitely had nothing to do with what we were studying- the ecosystem of a secluded lake miles away from campus. It was remote, and perfect studying material for our Ecology class. Only a handful of students in the program had qualified for the trip, and somehow, despite Professor Reaves’s apparent dislike of me, I had excelled enough in class to make the list.
Does Size Matter
Why is it this question seems to surface with each new relationship or encounter I have been in? Why are men so fixated on knowing... what they already know...
Crystal RaePublished 2 years ago in FilthyDo You Remember The First Time You Played Strip Poker?
There are some common rites of passage that, I am sad to say, I never experienced as a kid. I was a late bloomer. My first kiss came late. My first sexual experiences were — embarrassingly - late. So, for those who know me well, it would not come as a surprise that the first time I was invited to participate in a game of strip poker — under a pool table at a friend’s 14th birthday party — I ran upstairs and watched TV rather than risk having to get undressed in front of my friends.
Chai SteevesPublished 2 years ago in FilthyBRAVE NEW WORLD
“I was born here," Mark says. "I love my country. I am better than you. You’re nothing.” “You’re right. I'm just a mere earthling. Sorry. If you would allow me to exercise my right to free speech . . .”
ANTICHRIST SUPERSTARPublished 2 years ago in Filthy