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Explore the vintage erotic world of Penthouse magazine, created by master of erotica Bob Guccione.
Married Women Cheat More Than You Think — Here’s What No One Admits
Voices are muffled in the coffee shop. She looks down at her phone. Her digits shake. A coded message is awaiting you. Her heart beats quickly. Nobody is suspicious of her. Her spouse has total faith in her. Every day she beams at him. But her thoughts stray. The name of another man clings.
By Olivia Chastity8 months ago in Filthy
I feel like a Whore… After Having the Best Sex of My Life
There I was in Minorca, trying to destress after months of work. My plan was pretty basic: soak up the sun, chill at the beach, and drink way too many cocktails. But clearly, the universe had different plans for me.
By Olivia Chastity8 months ago in Filthy
Resetting Renatta
She was feeling violet and irritable. She wanted to fight. It had been a bad morning, followed by a bad afternoon, followed by a bad evening. Anything and everything had gone wrong. It felt like every neuron in her entire body was firing at once. She walked in the door and dropped her purse on the table. Fuck this shit.
By Karen LaRue9 months ago in Filthy
A Moonlit Rendezvous
Luna looked around. She liked being out here after dark. It made her feel mysterious and powerful. She was dressed in her best goth outfit. A long, black lace skirt and fishnet thigh highs, her black platform patent leather boots, and a latex corset that made her ample chest pop out so far that her breasts were almost at her chin. Her makeup was thick and dark, with little hearts on her cheekbones and perfectly winged eyeliner. Her hair was up in a bun held in place by two hair sticks, crossed at the top. Her perfume was exotic, with notes of myrrh and sandalwood. She wore a blood drop choker and matching earrings, with black rubber bracelets on both wrists. She had decided to go without panties. It would be easier that way.
By Karen LaRue9 months ago in Filthy
Making Joan Moan
Joan knew that this was no normal Friday night. She had arranged everything in advance, she knew exactly what was going to happen. As she slipped her pink sundress over her head, she briefly considered going without panties but decided that excitement dripping down her legs on the way to up to the hotel room would draw a little bit too much attention. She put on just a touch of blush, some eye liner, and mascara before finishing up the look with a nice, neutral lip shade. She snapped a quick selfie before slipping on her flip flops and heading out the door. Tonight’s the night. Her fantasy is finally coming true.
By Karen LaRue9 months ago in Filthy






