Cixtian Trybe
Bio
I write as an escape, and find that the most rewarding of escapes by writing outside my personal fields of experience. Much of my work is written from a woman's perspective, and I plan on exploring other depths.
Why escape only half way?
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Can't Say No. Content Warning.
PREAMBLE I’m getting in on this thing because, and the writer will confirm, I am a self admitted, and very proud slut. I don’t make bones about it, and don’t give 2 shits who knows about it. So many people in the world do what makes them happy, and just because they keep their clothes on they consider themselves better than me. Smoke your cigarettes, drink your booze, or do your drugs, but I choose to go the route of more instant gratification. I find people I want, and if they want me… we have a great time.
By Cixtian Trybe8 months ago in Filthy
The Profile
*** DISCLAIMER: I’m not a relationship professional, or a therapist in any way. I’m just a man who has lived a lot of life, and made a lot of mistakes. I don’t profess that this advice is any more real or more effective than anyone else. I’m not a professional, and present this document as an Idea. As with anything I write on this or any forum, try at your own risk.
By Cixtian Trybe8 months ago in Humans
Serendipity
I didn’t really know her all that well. I mean not in the grand of scheme of things. We had talked off and on for a hand full of years now; through several near misses at something romantic, or at least carnal. Friends or so it would seem. We were something destined to have been and never anything more. Right.
By Cixtian Trybe4 years ago in Filthy
Wrong Kind of Girl
I could care less what I sounded like. I have never had much concern about reputation, propriety, or other such social norms. I’ve never been the type of girl that did things to seem ladylike. Now, as an adult woman, I don't give a fuck at all. Well.. you get my drift.
By Cixtian Trybe5 years ago in Filthy
Making Heads or tails
I admired his sense of adventure. He was enigma!. A strange amalgam of contradiction, romance, attitude and volatility packaged in delicious manhood. And when he would get that look in his eye, I knew he was about to suggest some crazy shit, and I was helpless to resist.
By Cixtian Trybe6 years ago in Filthy
The Touch
I touched him. I have no idea what had come over me, but for some inexplicable reason, my hand moved from my lap and touched his leg. It was a gentle, caressing thing. It was much more forward than I would ever be under normal circumstances, to be sure. I wasn't ever that forward, physical, or direct. Never comfortable with being touchy. But then, there was something about him. Something that made these delicious and awkward moments sexy.
By Cixtian Trybe8 years ago in Filthy
