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Pay to Play?!
Pay to play?! He didn't know but he found out quick. Like the rappers say, "Paper planes baby! Paper moves and lames sit on the sidelines and watch!" And what makes you think you're free from that rule like it doesn't apply to you. CASH MOVES EVERYTHING AROUND ME like Wu Tang said, "Baby so come correct or be gone!"
By Kai Storm9 years ago in Filthy
Dirty Clean
April was a twenty-two-year-old grad student from London who had moved to the US after getting her inheritance from her incredibly rich grandparents and had ended up buying a house in Florida. Jamie had been fixated with her ever since he first caught a glimpse of his hot new neighbour. He enjoyed nothing more than watching her every chance that he got. He lusted over her perky breasts and tight little ass... He liked to imagine that her pussy was of the same tightness.
By Savannah Teller9 years ago in Filthy
French Vanilla
We all like to think we're normal, for the most part. It's not until we get out of our comfort zones, and start meeting other people, that we find out there are folks who think it's weird to put pineapple on your pizza, who don't like watching scary movies right before bed, and who think it's a little weird that you coordinate the shoes you're wearing with the gun you're carrying.
By Neal Litherland9 years ago in Filthy
Cunnilingus Sweetness
A night sky full of stars appears through the window as the sun sets over a city covered in snow. Our lips connect, my hands on her hips, I feel the tip of her tongue massage mine. Her soft body, a sip of honey, she rips off my shirt. My senses set ablaze, an electric heat flows through my nerves. Time slows for the moment; there are no seconds or days, only impulse. A trillion butterflies dance in my belly to the beat of my pulse.
By Alex C-B9 years ago in Filthy
The Unexpected
Sitting, waiting, anticipating... Unable to see, unable to move, I can hear footsteps getting closer and a voice. Uh oh, I hear more than one voice. I want to scream but can’t, there is something in my mouth preventing me from talking. He is standing next to me, stroking my hair, the other stroking my cheek. My heart is pounding against my rib cage trying to escape.
By TJnr9 years ago in Filthy
Too Much Isn't Enough
That one day when I was staying at my parents' place in Two Hills, I was hoping to have some peace and quiet after working up north for three weeks at a time. I worked in Yellowknife being an apprentice welder for this guy a friend of mine hooked me up with to get some hours in and make some good money. What I didn't know about this guy I went with was that he would be a complete creep. I guess I underestimated my friend and what she had done wasn't doing me a favor but only bringing problems into my life while I was so far away from home and alone with my welder that I was supposed to be learning from and trusting while working with him. The drive was long and very uncomfortable. The getting to know each other part usually is, but this conversation was different. It sure wasn't the usual kind that had normal questions like how I knew his friend and if we went to school together. Like when did I want to become a welder and why I wanted to? But instead I got the questions like, would I cuddle him if it was cold in the camper and what kind of panties I wore to what sexual position is my favorite? That's the crap I got. I laughed it off and put up with it for three very long weeks. I never slept with this man, who had half a face. I didn't mention that part, he had only half a face. There was a fire and he was sleeping because at the time he was a heavy drinker and he passed out with a cigarette in his hand and he almost burnt to death. So this man had half a face from the fire he caused. After that his wife left him and his kids were afraid of him so they didn't want to see him either. He some how met my girlfriend and they were seeing each other for the sex and he had money so she used him and I'm sure he knew it but nobody wanted to be around him so she used that and got whatever she needed. Then one day I mentioned to another friend of mine that I had this welding diploma and wanted to get some hours in so I could get back on my feet and leave my parents place. So he then told me that he has an idea and will get back to me. While let me say, having a few drinks outside my parents place with a few good friends. That's where this all started, friends getting drunk together and me mentioning I needed to make some money to leave my parents. I loved my parents but they're my parents. Can't have much of a life living with them, especially the hot and heavy kind of friendships. And let me include, after being away for awhile and not having a man in my life or being around one because of where I was for a bit I really wanted to have that special friend around, and really badly. It killed me not to be bad and take advantage of either friend that was drinking with me at my folks place. I don't regret not having sex with one of them but I did have sex later the next day. It was completely random and oh so very good.
By Paige Kostyniuk9 years ago in Filthy
Empire of Shenendril: The Blue Chronicles 0: Chapter 5
Chapter 5 Lucas slept better than he thought he would. Perhaps the role of street rat had reminded his body how to find sleep anywhere. When he finally awoke it was midmorning, the sky grey with rain as it fell in buckets. Oh yes, a street rat would be very grateful to have somewhere dry with the rain like that. He was disappointed that Sergeant Walker hadn’t come by that morning but the man probably had duty back at the Gold Gate. Not even rain could stop the flow of commerce in the Empire. Lucas would just have to wait for him to come by later that evening. It also gave the youth time to plan his next move.
By Kaiden Moss9 years ago in Filthy
The Generation That Lacks Commitment
Trying to create a meaningful relationship in a hook-up culture is a special kind of hell. Growing up I was always taught no sex before marriage (mainly because I was a church kid) which there is nothing wrong with! When you take a step back and look at the world today and the generations, all relationships are built on sex. Sex has become a foundation and communication has become a foreign language. Why is this a generation that feels the need to be loved by physical touch instead of meaningful conversations and emotional connection? Why is this a generation where sex has become so easy, emotionless, and meaningless? It's hard for an old soul to find a relationship on a level they crave because the level no longer exists. We live in a generation that is solely built on technology, the old school dating no longer exists. The chivalry and high standards are no longer a thing. Women feel the need to be with an abusive man, as men feel the need to be with a manipulative woman. The standard of men are sissies if they report abuse, or get abused is sickening. Society believes and is so consumed with the idea that women are the only victims when in reality, there are more male victims than female. The reason the statistics are non-existent is that of this standard and men are afraid. Men don't want to admit they have been a victim because it makes them appear to be less superior. Hooking up is more common; you have sites like Tinder and Grinder that have become the new dating sites. You have men and women used for sex trafficking and nothing is meaningful anymore. The reality of trying to find a serious relationship is depressing. The possibility of finding a man or a woman without a child is few and far between. Babies are born out of wedlock and not properly cared for. Abortion has become frowned upon and people feel the need to judge someone based on their choice without knowing the circumstances. Free will is becoming less of a thing because there are too many criticisms and threats place upon a person for having an OPINION. Opinions are NOW becoming an attack or viewed as an attack on certain people when it is literally just an opinion. What happened to the times, what is this world coming to and why is there such a need to give your body to anyone of the opposite sex? Trust is the main factor in a lot of relationships failing. Lying has become easier and easier with no conscious of how you're making the other feel. Cheating is more common and easily accessible. When you question yourself as to why this generation is so consumed with hooking up instead of having a relationship, that's why. There is no trust, no boundaries, no self-respect, no common courtesy, all of those things are non-existent. We are told we are loved by someone and take them at their word. We don't make sure they are being genuine, real and serious because what does that even look like now? Technology has ruined dating and relationships for everyone because there is no trust. No trust comes from technology, deep meaningful conversations are done through text message instead of in person. The lack of commitment comes from our role models, aka our parents and grandparents. Divorce is more common these days and no one wants to put an effort to keep and maintain a relationship because they don't know how. No one wants to try because of their insecurities. The generation is doomed and unsure how to deal with these things because our role models have failed us. Our friends and past relationships have failed us, we've become desensitized to the reality that a real relationship needs communication. Not makeup sex when times get tough, not control, it needs communication, trust, and honesty. It needs effort. Trying to find those things in this generation is a special kind of hell.
By CD9 years ago in Filthy
The Evolution of the Power Bottom
“It has become almost customary in work on this subject [of porn] to acknowledge the problems associated with academic enquiry into pornography and the whilst it is largely superfluous to rehearse once more the reasons why such problems exist, it can scarcely be denied that debate around pornography in a popular or academic context has often been characterised by hyperbole and sweeping generalisations.” (Mercer, 2012)
By Jam Steward9 years ago in Filthy
Develop a Female-Led Relationship. Top Story - July 2017.
Why We Should Improve Our Males We all learn our gender roles from socialisation. This includes school, university, the workplace, the media, and from our parents and families. It's learnt from every single interaction we have with the society we live in, from the time we are born. Since much of society is still largely controlled by men, we learn that men should be in control and, despite many social advances, that it is still a woman's place to look after the home and children.
By Alexa Martinez9 years ago in Filthy
Catch My Lamborghini
Driving a Lamborghini is more than just a blushing rush of adrenaline. It's more than a feeling of luxury or elitist pride. The speed, the danger and the edgy tease of the design make it unrepeatable; undeniable even. When I'm inside it's more than simply thrill that courses through me, its lusty embrace appeals to my desires every moment I'm behind the wheel. You see, a Lamborghini does not ask permission, it owns it. Today I will be no different. I grab my keys from my desk and glance around to spot my supervisor heading into his office, shutting the door behind him with his ear to his phone.
By Yivea Divine9 years ago in Filthy
Empire of Shenendril: The Blue Chronicles 0: Chapter 4
Chapter 4 The shadows of the night lengthened as the sun dipped below the western horizon. One by one, as their poles fell into shadows, the lights that illuminated the better maintained streets of the Gulch at night flickered to life with the power of magic. On avenues, less frequented by Guildsmen on business and traveling Nobility, they had to make due with oil lamps hung from poles, or nothing at all. The lights gave the citizens only a semblance of safety, an illusion of security thanks to patrols by the city watch. In the alleyways and shadows of the labyrinth like streets of the Gulch men and women waited for the unwary to wander by. Whores lingered in the fitful pools of light provided by those oil lamps as they sought to separate men from their coin. Moans of passion as well as groans of pain could be heard from the many narrow alleys. Children of the street, called Minnows, snatched purses and begged for coin under the watchful eyes of their Sharks.
By Kaiden Moss9 years ago in Filthy