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Most recently published stories in Filthy.

The "Out-cum" of Pornography
Pornographic movies were once shown as a “part-comic, part-serious” tool to educate soon-to-be-married men. Today, pornography has become a $56 billion industry. Overall, the increase in accessibility of pornography in the 1960s and 1970s was detrimental for society because it led to an increase in infidelity and sexual violence.
By Megan Le Stum8 years ago in Filthy
My First Threesome
Now threesomes might not be at the top of the list of things you want to experience before you eventually decide to settle down and pop that big ole finger prison on, but it's certainly always been on mine. Since the day I first heard about the absolute faecal cyclone that was my ex girlfriend's first threesome I knew I too wanted to experience this particular turdicane for myself.
By Ramona Hargrove8 years ago in Filthy
5 Reasons Why You Should Write Erotica
Why you should be writing erotica... 1. Personal Health Writing down your desires and allowing your thoughts to run wild may wake you up to desires you didn’t know you had. It also gives you a better sense of how to express yourself so you can tell partners about your own fantasies. Giving yourself a chance to go crazy in a totally safe space is good for your sexual and mental health.
By Kyrie Morrighan8 years ago in Filthy
BDSM: How Far Is Too Far?
As far as fetishes go, bondage can be one of the more versatile. However fun it may be for those willing to participate, there will always be someone who believes it is little more than abuse. How do you know when your bondage play has gone too far? Where is the line between BDSM and abuse?
By Tara Roberts8 years ago in Filthy
Smudged Part 1
I looked into the mirror, my eyeliner was smudged. Smudged was an understatement, it had crumbled all over my face and my eyes were rimmed black. Of course I hadn't cleaned my face last night. I don't think I even left the bed until now, after we fell into it yesterday night.
By Amy8 years ago in Filthy
I Touch Myself!
Do you touch yourself? Of course you do! We all do. It's one of the greatest feelings you can have all by yourself because you know exactly what you want, you know how you want it and you know to get it off when needed. For me, masturbation started as a way to take the edge off in order to go longer when I was being orally pleased. My first boyfriend used to get very upset with me when I came too quickly. I started pushing him away from my sensitive area in order not to have a push and shove moment when I had an orgasm, I would kind of 'starter up' down there so she was ready for the fierce tongue lashing. Right before we had sex, I would rub my clit not to that point but just enough that it would take longer to get there. He was pleased and I was in heaven; it worked out. Then one day, I was sitting in my room with a long length mirror and I was taking a closer look at my pussy. Every time I looked at her, there would always be a certain curiosity like....there was always something that made me say....'WOW', okay....I wanted to know about every detail and check out every nook. It is the most interesting part of my body as far as I'm concerned so it was easy to get lost while exploring her. This day in particular though, my exploration involved a lot of touching and rubbing. Because I was no where near my boyfriend, I was completely alone in my room, my mind insisted that I stop immediately. It kept telling me there was no need for this as I had no dick or tongue to sit on anywhere around me but baby....my loins insisted that I go on, that I continue on this journey and find out where it will take me. I rubbed my clitoris, I swayed my waist in circles and I stared at my sweetness in the mirror as it spilled my juices all over my hands. When I was done, the sense of a thrilled release made me laugh out loud then I wondered to myself...why hadn't I tried that before? Certainly seemed like a fun thing to do!
By Kai Storm8 years ago in Filthy
The Pull of Passion
It was one of those days. You know, the kind of day that everything sets you off. Every noise, every word that was spoken to me had my blood boiling. An explosion rested just below the surface of my sanity. By the time I got home, all I wanted was a glass of wine, a bubble bath, and a good book to fall into and forget about the world.
By Vanessa Cherron Riser8 years ago in Filthy
Diving: The Deepest Orgasm (Part Two)
Charles held the side of Sherry's face in one of his large hands, then leaned down and firmly kissed her open mouth, tasting and feeling her deeply with his tongue and lips. His other hand traced the line of her cheekbone, trailing lightly on the side of her neck to her shoulder, and down her arm to her hand. He placed the hand on the front of his board shorts, bringing his head back to gaze at her facial reaction.
By LP Steinbeck8 years ago in Filthy
Why Sex Ed Needs Fixing and Old Fashioned Taboos Need to Die
Since the dawn of time, the human species and animals alike have engaged in sexual activity. Not only for the purposes of survival and evolution, but also for pleasure.
By Alie Day8 years ago in Filthy
Sex Files: Part 15, The Love Triangle
I've mentioned a love triangle a few times between me, Aimee, and Sabrina. Now, we're going to let that all unfold here. It was actually a really REALLY good time. Pretty short lived but, for the time it DID last, it was magical. Mind you, this all happened after me a good time after the 3 way with Bater, I was 20 now and I had gotten back together with Aimee. While we were hanging out the few weeks, getting to know each other's lives and see how much things had actually changed up, Aimee mentioned knowing a girl named Sabrina while we were out and about. I shot out the last name in question just to find out that it was no one but, the one and only, Sabrina.
By Zachery Lee8 years ago in Filthy
You Say It's Your Birthday?
You Say it’s Your Birthday? Hey Shawty, it’s yo Birfday! We gonna pawty, like it’s yo Birfday! Shit yes it was. Snuck through yet another year and made it to forty-two. How the hell that had happened, I wasn’t quite sure. But I’m an accepting sort. I’ll take it, no questions asked. Sweet Jesus I was happy, though. And a fucking published author to boot. Memoirs of a Teenage Panty Thief had just come out. Crack me up. Making money off dirty stories. I just wished I could get that dumb song out of my head. Fifty Cent, for Christ’s sake. At my age.
By Julian Finisterre8 years ago in Filthy
Parents Can't Do That!
Let's face it, sex after kids can be described as a series of hit and miss moments. Many parents, whether they engage in vanilla or kinky sex, tend to find that their sex life after kids has altered, whether you engage in a little kink or not. Parenting is tough enough without your sex life being sacrificed.
By Tara Roberts8 years ago in Filthy