taboo
A look at words, acts, and fetishes that are often unjustly considered taboo.
Sex on the Beach
I'm a pretty regular face down at the beach during the summer months. I’m a bartender, so I get to spend my afternoons on the shore before heading to the most popular beach bar in town to mix some drinks. I grew up at the shore, and have never dreamed of leaving. As a young girl, I matured pretty quickly, and I used to get off just having guys whistle at me or say stuff while I was still a virgin. Guys would say stuff to me before I had ever even seen a cock and I really didn't connect my body or their whistles with sex that much. I mean, skimpy bikinis were the only thing that fit my mature body. I couldn’t fit into the pink ruffled tankinis my awkward stage friends were wearing. I guess what I'm trying to say is that considering my looks, I was pretty naive.
Lizzie BoudoirPublished 8 years ago in FilthyWhy Incest Porn Is So Popular
Few things are as powerful as a deviation whose time has come. Homosexuality, wife swapping, open marriage, bisexuality, S&M, and MILF porn have already had their seasons. Just as we seemed to be running low on marketable taboos, the unspeakable predictably popped up.
Filthy StaffPublished 8 years ago in FilthyAmputee Sex Fetish
No matter how many times I hear it, the term "amputee sex fetish" always brings a smile to my face. In an age of pansexuality and transgender equality shows, I am happy to hear there are still boundaries to cross, things that have yet to be accepted for their delicious deviance and yet innocent nature. Should an amputee be held back from experiencing the pleasure of fetish sex? Absolutely not. Not in a world where guys in wheelchairs can shoot three point baskets like they were in the NBA. More importantly, with transhumanism on the rise, now is certainly the time for undiscovered country.
Vernon MaxwellPublished 8 years ago in FilthyDoes Age Difference Affect Relationships?
Reveling in the afterglow of ecstasy, Brianna snuggled against her man, gazing at him with a love-struck look and murmuring, "Victor... you are awesome," before slipping off to sleep. Victor, though, remained awake—he felt more virile and alive than he had in years.
Lizzie BoudoirPublished 8 years ago in FilthySex with a Neighbor
It was a hot night in August. You know—the kind of night that's so humid you can swim in it. And I was so hot. Jeez, was I hot. I kept playing The Beach Boys and checking my temperature. The thermometer read 98.6 degrees. I’d been walking around my apartment in the raw for two hours; doing headstands and my whole gymnastics number. Alex was away for two damn weeks, down there in the Caribbean, of all places. In August.
Lizzie BoudoirPublished 8 years ago in FilthySex in Witchcraft
Sorcery is a recurrent phenomenon in human history, as its contemporary manifestations attest, and always it is found to be amalgamated with sex. The universality of this age-old relationship explains the fascination it has exerted on theologians, historians, jurists, anthropologists, and psychologists, who have applied their combined energies to the study of the subject. In western culture, the classic eruption of witchcraft lasted from around the 13th century to the end of the 18th, and also involved important religious and political elements. That these factors were all cemented together by superstition, hypocrisy, and viciousness is just a testimony to the basic nature of the human animal.
Filthy StaffPublished 8 years ago in FilthyS and M for Beginners
A University of Colorado sophomore coed nears orgasm in a parked car as her football player date unzips his fly. She is handcuffed and blindfolded, her only sensory input being his rigid cock slicking in and out of her mouth.
Filthy StaffPublished 8 years ago in FilthyBookstore Sex
It was the middle of the night. Jake was tossing and turning. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get to sleep. He knew what the problem was…he was horny as hell. All that he could think about were the sounds that had come from his neighbors apartment several nights ago that had kept him "up." Though he had thoroughly enjoyed the aural stimulation, he desperately wanted something more. It had been a few weeks since him and his girlfriend had broken up. However, he wasn’t interested in a relationship. However, most of the women that he had pursued wanted just that, and Jake wasn’t good at lying. Yet, he was shy when it came to being forthright about sex. He didn’t want to look like he was trying to give a chick a hard time.
Filthy StaffPublished 8 years ago in FilthyReligious Sex Objects
Long, long ago, when man was very young, and the moon was still mistress of the night skies, the earth was a wondrous place filled with gods, demons, sorcerers, and djinns. Miracles were real, and magicians accomplished stupendous feats. There was no pollution, no smog, no nuclear sword of Damocles dangling over the green fields and blue seas. Best of all, there were no Kremlins or Pentagons where sleep was forbidden to enter. Although darkness provided cover for terrors and evils, it also afforded protection for lovers, who did the same things by the dying embers of fires that they do now in centrally heated apartments.
Filthy StaffPublished 8 years ago in FilthyCouples Fantasies and Their Meanings
These are the sexual fantasies of Anita R., a 36-year-old woman who stands at 5’4” and is in excellent health. Anita has something of a Jackie Kennedy look, with a wide-bridged nose and wide-set eyes. She is a dog trainer, although she originally taught mathematics at a local college. She is married but has no children.
Filthy StaffPublished 8 years ago in FilthySex On a Plane
There are beaches of black sand where he has been. Wherever he has come from, there are hours on the way home over Africa where there is nothing down there. Sometimes it’s nighttime and all you are aware of is perhaps a wave or two of turbulence, a heave from the day’s heat, even at thirty thousand feet.
Filthy StaffPublished 8 years ago in FilthySwinger Sex Advice
It was her first orgy. "There were six couples not counting Shawn and me. When we got there they were just getting acquainted, the same way people would at a straight party. Asking all the ordinary party questions: What do you do? How many children (or dogs) do you have? Did you see Clockwork Orange? Only they also asked: How long have you been swinging? Did you ever swing with so-and-so? I knew that in an hour or so, the men would start putting their hands on the thighs of other men's wives and soon everyone would go off and ball someone else's spouse. Maybe there would be more exotic things too—threesomes, foursomes, daisy chains. I was nervous. I just wished I knew exactly how it would start to happen, how you were supposed to behave. I was afraid I'd do something, well, embarrassing. I went over to Karin, the wife half of the couple who had invited us to the party. Karin, whispered, 'What do you do in between?"."
Filthy StaffPublished 8 years ago in Filthy