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Learn the truth about common myths. Are they fact or fiction? In-depth explanations of the questions everyone asks and few know the answer to.

Adore — A Love That Crossed Lines
1. A Seaside Beginning The sun shimmered gently over the blue waves of a quiet coastal town in New South Wales. Every summer, two best friends — Liliane and Roz — would retreat to their beach houses with their sons. Their homes stood side by side, like their lives — beautifully intertwined, even in silence.
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The Forbidden Game – A Tale of Desire, Power, and Ruin
The Forbidden Game – A Tale of Desire, Power, and Ruin Introduction What happens when love, power, and desire collide in silence?
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Top 10 Best Ebony Onlyfans Celebrity 2025 Review
“I find it a lot more challenging getting subs due to the fact I’m an ebony female… I feel I have to do way more just to get a fraction of what other girls get.”
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The Pollinator’s Pleasure
Thunder boomed and snarled like a monster all around them as the lightning lit the sky in an angry display of natural wonder. Alex and Lisa ran toward the opening of the large, tall, wooden, banquet-hall building, nearly running into the large double doors under the canopy top. Almost instantly, the water began to pour off the top and cascade all around them, splashing their shoes as well as the concrete slab beneath their feet. As they walked inside, Lisa began to mumble under her breath.
By Timothy A Rowland6 months ago in Filthy
Behind the Glam
At first glance, influencer culture seems like the golden dream. Beautiful people in beautiful places, free products, paid vacations, endless brand deals, and lives curated to perfection. But behind those filtered frames and expertly crafted captions lies a complicated reality that is often hidden—one filled with pressure, burnout, blurred identities, and ethical dilemmas. As someone who’s spent years watching the rise of digital fame unfold, I’ve seen how this glamorous façade comes at a price most people don’t talk about, especially for the ones who create it.
By Muhammad Asim7 months ago in Filthy
Desire in the Death Zone: Love Affairs on Everest That Went Too Far. Content Warning.
Case File 01: The Touch Beneath the Oxygen Mask The ice cracked like brittle bone beneath her crampons. Melissa exhaled a ghostly plume of air that vanished instantly into the Himalayan void. Above her, Everest towered—frozen, godlike, watching without mercy. At 8,000 meters, the human body begins to die. But something inside her pulsed—dangerously, vividly—alive.
By Jiri Solc7 months ago in Filthy
The Touch of Silk: Erotic Rituals at the Heian Court. Content Warning.
The paper is thin—almost translucent. Folded once. On its surface, delicate ink curves into a verse—five lines, seventeen syllables of restrained longing. The scent of plum blossoms lingers on it. It arrives in the twilight hour, placed discreetly by a maidservant on a lacquered tray. A woman of the Heian court unfolds it without a word, though her heart already knows the calligraphy. She reads, then closes her eyes.
By Jiri Solc7 months ago in Filthy
Afterglow: Desire That Blooms Beyond Seventy. Content Warning.
Gray hair does not mute the heartbeat that quickens at a teasing glance across a restaurant table. Wrinkles do not erase the tingle that rises when someone’s breath brushes the curve of an ear. Yet American culture prefers tidy plots: the elderly are either sexless or reduced to punchlines when they make love. The truth is far more luminous. Past seventy, the body does not surrender its appetite; it refines it—like bourbon aging in oak until the burn mellows into warmth that lingers on the tongue. Years of experience dissolve self‑doubt, and the urgency of youth gives way to a decadent, unhurried savoring. Desire after seventy is less a last ember and more a late‑season wildfire—steady, self‑fueling, impossible to overlook once it sparks.
By Jiri Solc7 months ago in Filthy
Sexual Frustration in Long‑Term Marriage: Reviving Body and Mind After Ten Years Together. Content Warning.
Erica wakes at three in the morning to the soft hum of the refrigerator and the louder silence of a husband who lies inches away yet feels miles offshore. Miguel is breathing evenly, turned toward the wall, a familiar outline in the dark; and still the distance between his shoulder blades and her fingertips feels wider than the bed, wider than the whole apartment. They have been married eleven years. They still laugh at the same sitcom reruns, still argue over the mortgage and the best way to load a dishwasher, but sex—once the gravity that pulled everything else into orbit—has collapsed into a faint, unreachable star.
By Jiri Solc7 months ago in Filthy
This Tiny Thing Is a Massive Predictor of Divorce, According to an Expert
I’m now a 33-year-old woman living in the suburbs. Setting up a birdhouse outside my home office window is a rite of passage.
By Olivia Chastity8 months ago in Filthy
A Woman’s Response To My Article Further Shows Why Men Aren’t Honest With Them
I wrote a blog recently called “22 ‘Honest’ Thoughts Men Don’t Share With Their Women” where I shared a list of things men often think but choose to keep to themselves for the sake of their relationships.
By Olivia Chastity8 months ago in Filthy
Dear Men: Do You Owe Your Partner Hotness? What Does She Owe You?
I was around 35 when I started to see frequent anonymous posts in the mom’s groups that sounded like… “My husband has checked out of how he looks and I am struggling. The weight in his belly and stamina loss also changed our sex life. He has a lot of back issues, gets winded easily and he’s started to slouch over from desk work I guess. Since he started working from home he’s also mostly in old t-shirts and cargo shorts. Sometimes I throw them out because the arm pits are stained. He’s lost his hair, which I think he feels bad about so he’s not really been open to going to a better hair dresser and he started avoiding getting his hair cut. What I feel so guilty about is that I notice myself checking out the men at work who dress well and work out some. I knew we would age. I know all men go bald at some point. I guess I didn’t think 40 would look like this for him — it feels like he has quit.
By Olivia Chastity8 months ago in Filthy