comedy
Comedy and humor in the sexuality space.
Cherry Poppins and the Grinch Who Stole My Virginity, Chapter 2
Once my virginity was laid to rest, buried, and mourned, it was time for me to move on. I was determined to figure out what all the hype surrounding sex was all about. And not just for me, but for my vagina- after such a tragic loss, it was the least I could do. How does one set out on such a journey, you ask? It was time for a road trip, just me and my vagina, two pals looking for some penis. We didn’t have to look very far; hailing down a penis was a snap. My hand barely made it up over my head and already penises were lining up from all directions.
By Erika Potap8 years ago in Filthy
Dick Hickey
It’s not often that Holly and I had lunch free at the same time. We were always too busy during the day. It was infinitely easier to see each other during the day than at night, when I always had to have “meetings” scheduled or some other nonsense emergency. And that was only when she could get away from her boyfriend for a “girl’s night.” For us, “under the cover of darkness” was always the biggest risk.
By Jeff Dunegan8 years ago in Filthy
Cherry Poppins & the Grinch Who Stole My Virginity. Top Story - December 2017.
Virginity: The state or condition of being pure, fresh, or unused. Great definition — not sure how I’d like to describe the pinnacle moment of losing my virginity now that it technically meant I was contaminated, burnt out, blown, depleted, and worn. I was now nothing more but an expended hand-me-down. I lost my virginity, and that makes me damaged goods all of a sudden? I prefer to think of myself as an antique. You know, like a time-honored, skilled veteran. Screw Webster and his dumb dictionary. How typical, doesn’t even know me and already trying to judge me. What gives him the right to appraise me anyhow? Damaged goods, my foot! No one has the right to judge us, nor define us. We define ourselves, and most of the time we are our biggest critics. We know who we are better than anyone else, why do we go out of our way to prove to others that which we already know? I know I’m not damaged goods, but perhaps I felt that way because I lost my virginity pre-maturely and not in the most pleasant of ways. The easiest way of dealing with things is to turn the other way, to bury the memories far away, so as never to deal with them again. The problem is when things are buried alive, they haunt you for eternity. No matter how much time passed, those demons plagued me in some way or another, without me even knowing it, subconsciously. They made their way into every relationship I had, skewed my reality, and took over the reigns of my mind, leaving me powerless in my own skin.
By Erika Potap8 years ago in Filthy
Minute Men
Have no fear minute men, Mars Brown is here to save you or at least understand. I've been in the very unfortunate situation of blowing my load too quick. Are you lost? Ok. I've been in the very embarrassing moment of saying to myself, "Oh god please, no! I don't want to cum yet!" Are you found now? Are we on the same page now, fellas? Ok good. Ejaculating too quick can be one of those things where you just might not ever see her again and you're going to have to live with that. It has happened to me countless times, well not really; but it has happened. For me, I've ejaculated pretty quickly in a few situations. I'm the type of person where I don't mind taking an "L" to learn something new about myself.
By Mars Mellow8 years ago in Filthy
The Bare Ass Bologna Toss
Rarely in this world do we encounter a visionary with a mind so imaginative and a vision so raw that it makes us drop down onto our knees — to peel disgusting processed meats and cheeses off the strip club's stage. It could have been worse, I suppose. I could have been one of the dancers that were doing the same thing, but to their bare asses as opposed to being the underappreciated drink fetching, floor scrubbing titty-bar waitress. As many other young larva of the adult entertainment industry I was about to undergo a metamorphosis, my catalyst being an innovative new activity so brilliantly titled The Bare Ass Bologna Toss.
By Rachael Rumancek8 years ago in Filthy
Wrong Hole
Growing up could be tough and often times embarrassing. Learning about sex, love, friendship and life in general. Sometimes the best way to learn is by screwing up and humiliating yourself. One of my very first sexual experience is a perfect example of just that. When I was a freshman in high school I was a young punk rock kid. After school I'd hang out in the commerce center, a local shopping center, near an arcade we claimed for ourselves. One weekend night we had a party we all went to and I met a young woman about a year younger than I at the time. She was what we would consider a scenester. To give you an idea of what she looked like take a look at this.
By Morgan Castaneda8 years ago in Filthy
5 Times Sex Became Laughable
Let’s be honest, unless you are a rampant teenager trying the Kama Sutra with a boyfriend you call big daddy, you have dealt with these awkward situations. The ones that you won't even tell your best friend who has seen you piss in an alley whilst eating the remnants of a kebab. But don’t worry I'm here to confirm what we all tell ourselves anyway, it really does happen to everyone! So let's jump into the world of sordid secrets and get down and dirty with the truth about sex.
By Lizzie Fox8 years ago in Filthy
