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Forbidden Love
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Jamey O'DonnellPublished 3 years ago in FilthyDon’t Allow Negative Self-Image to Affect Your Sex Life
I never met a person who doesn’t have body issues. My friends have it, I have it, and sometimes I hear random conversations of women talking negatively about their bodies. A negative body image is not exclusive to women: men also suffer from it, but they are less expressive about it, they don’t communicate their self-image issues openly.
Emma LondonPublished 3 years ago in FilthyTouch Me Here! (Stop Neglecting Important Erogenous Zones.)
All bodies are different; we all react differently to touch, to a caress or a sexualised touch. But, in general, we all have similar erogenous zones. I emphasise “in general”, because while some people curl their toes when their lovers stimulate a zone; others barely offer a moan. For instance, I have much lower sensitivity on the nipples than my partner.
Emma LondonPublished 3 years ago in FilthyInner Desire
Most importantly, the creators propose that individuals are non-monogamous. While marriage is generally viewed as the "principal condition" of male-female connections and the family unit – as the center unit of the general public, a few components, like sexual dimorphism, extra-pair sex, Etc show the opposite.
Aditya GuptaPublished 3 years ago in FilthyWolf Within
CHAPTER TWO Raoul was sitting in the open mouth of the cave watching clouds pass in front of the moon when Dabria approached him. She said nothing as she sat beside him and folded her legs, resting her hands in her lap. Raoul glanced at her, but she was looking at the sky. She radiated calm, and as Raoul turned back to look at the stars, he felt his body relax. They sat for long minutes in the stillness before Raoul had to break the silence.
Early Morning Dew
Silence fills the air, the summer heat weighs on us like a thick, furry winter blanket. Upon opening my eyes, I see you lying next to me in bed, wide awake. You’re staring intently at a spot on the ceiling as if something is there, a sure sign you’ve got something on your mind. Seemingly unaware of my waking, I contemplate whether I should make it known. By the look of the lighting in the room, I'd say it's right before dawn. How long have you been awake? I get an inkling you've gotten stuck in a state of existential crisis and worry you’ve not slept at all.
Theresa WilhelmPublished 3 years ago in Filthy- Top Story - August 2021
Why Good Sex is More About Chemistry than Anatomy
The moment he laid eyes on her, he knew he had to have her. Her form intoxicated him. The curve of her hips and the arc of her back. She was shaped like a coke bottle with big tits, thick thighs, a fat ass, and a small waist. The way her long dark flowing hair framed her round face added to her mystery. Her full lips were painted blood-stain red. In contrast, her dark smoky eyeshadow brightened her tea-colored irises.
Stacey HerreraPublished 3 years ago in Filthy 5 Rules for Unicorn Fishing in a Big City
To most people, the word ‘unicorn’ immediately triggers images of rainbow coloured, sparkly-uni-horned stuffies. But to experienced swingers or members of the Lifestyle Community, the word unicorn has a totally different meaning.
Belle du JourneyPublished 3 years ago in FilthyPhone Sex
Have you been trapped in your house for a month? Starting to feel desperate for some stimulation? Any stimulation? Getting a little too excited when the shower curtain brushes up against you?
Chloe GrayPublished 3 years ago in FilthyEllen Joy
Ricky and I were out in the parking lot playing our version of handball. Really it was just slapping a tennis ball against the factory wall and keeping a pseudo type of tennis score. Boy it was hot that day. One of those steamy August days in Chicago. As usual Donna and Annie were sitting on the shipping dock watching us spend our lunch hour running around working up a sweat. At nineteen years old neither Ricky nor I had a clue why these two 40 something women would watch us so intently, or had any idea of the thoughts that were going through their heads. Call us naive.
Pete SymesPublished 3 years ago in FilthyNight Out
Stan was holding a leash that was attached to the collar around Dara’s throat as they walked into the building. It was a brownstone in the middle of a high-end residential area, but inside it looked like a manor home from the Victorian era, with a gothic feel to it. They where greeted in the foray by an older woman dressed in an elegant evening gown that showcased her breasts and had slits in the skirt running up to her hipbones revealing toned thighs.
Marie RossPublished 3 years ago in FilthyA Night With Tony
Content: This story is 99% sex/erotica. Consensual interactions, vulnerability, M/M pairing, Neurodivergent character. Cross-posted from Medium.
Iris HodgePublished 3 years ago in Filthy