taboo

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

WOMANIFESTO
They tell us all religions are patriarchal. They prove it by pointing to how they treat a woman’s blood. Every faith designed by men has some rule, restriction, or shame woven around the womb. Around menstruation. Around the literal flow of life. And yet, these same men worship the blood of a crucified god while rejecting the holy blood that births all gods.
By THE HONED CRONE12 months ago in Filthy
Humiliation Made Me Submissive . Content Warning.
October 28th (Later) The party was a dying animal. Its pulse, the music, had slowed to a thrumming, melancholic love song from a decade ago. The roar of a hundred conversations had dwindled to the low murmur of the last few stragglers, the clinking of bottles collected by the help, the weary groans of furniture being shifted. The air in the main hall was stale, a graveyard of spilled drinks, shattered papadum, and exhausted perfume.
By Chahat12 months 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 Chahat12 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
My eyes widened as I continued to listen to you, hearing you out as best as I could while looking towards you, seeing you scoot yourself closer to me. "You wanna spend more time with me? Just, with me and nobody else?" I say quietly, hearing you talk about how close you want the two of us to be. "I.. you? Want to be close to me? How.. close, are you thinking?"
By Forest Green12 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
I moaned as you began to softly stroke my cock in your hand. Your hand was just able to wrap around my shaft and I looked into your eyes. "Well.. I'm glad that I surpassed your expectations." I say with a soft chuckle, looking at your breasts bounce as you stroked me.
By Forest Green12 months ago in Filthy
The Seduction Of The Forbidden
I write the kind of stories we’re told not to talk about. Stories whispered behind closed doors, hidden in the corners of our imagination, spoken only when we’re sure no one else is listening. The kinds of stories that make your pulse race, not just because of desire, but because of the danger of wanting.
By Julian Kane12 months ago in Filthy
Writing Gay Taboo Erotica
Most people write love stories to be understood. I write the ones people are afraid to admit they want. There’s something electric about that, about stepping into a story that society would rather you not tell. The kind that carries both heat and shame, longing and defiance. The kind that makes people whisper, then secretly read every word.
By Julian Kane12 months ago in Filthy
My Bf - Small Dick. Content Warning.
October 12th I’m writing this down because if I don’t, I think my skin might just split open from the pressure of keeping it all inside. My name is Anya, I’m twenty-four, and I live in a shared apartment in a dusty, loud, beautiful corner of South Delhi. And I have a secret that is so loud, it’s a wonder the entire neighbourhood can’t hear it screaming in the silence between my heartbeats.
By Chahat12 months ago in Filthy
Period Sex: The Messy Secret That Everyone’s Having (But No One’s Talking About)
We need to talk about blood. Not in the True Crime podcast sense, not in the Netflix slasher film sense, but in the all-too-human, half-the-population-experiences-it sense: periods. Specifically—period sex.
By No One’s Daughterabout 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
The Bush is Back: Pubic Hair, Porn, and the Politics of Being Bare
Once upon a time, the “bush” was just part of being a woman. No one wrote think pieces about it, no beauty salons advertised Brazilian waxes, and no teenage girl panicked because she didn’t look like the women in men’s magazines. Pubic hair was simply… there.
By No One’s Daughterabout a year ago in Filthy
She booked for a massage but he & his friend wanted so much more. Content Warning.
The rain started just as I pulled up to the address. Not a gentle, romantic drizzle, but a hard, angry downpour that hammered against the roof of my old Volvo. The wipers slapped back and forth, frantic, doing little to clear the view of the iron gate and the sleek, modern monstrosity of a house behind it.
By Chahatabout a year ago in Filthy