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How My Boyfriend and I are Squeezing Together this Valentine's Day. Top Story - February 2021. Created with: INTIMINA.
I have spent roughly 90% of this past year with my boyfriend -- and that is not an exaggeration. That’s all straight, uninterrupted time where we have been in each other’s presence, with the few exceptions where we make it a point to spend time alone. While some couples see the upcoming holiday of love as just another day, Jack and I are more excited than ever, because we have something special planned.
By Jules Fortman5 years ago in Filthy
Her Forgotten Past
Prologue Thump! Thump! Thump! Blood coursed through my veins, as my heart pounded heavily against my chest. My stomach churned, as I felt the snippets of my evening meal rise up in my throat. The sound of kitchen cabinets slamming open and shut and dishes being shattered shook me from my hiding spot. I wrapped my slender arms around my legs and pulled them closely, attempting to soothe my sporadic breathing and drown out the distressing sound from the next room.
By Brittany Brown5 years ago in Filthy
Her Forgotten Past
Chapter 4 I opened my eyes slightly. Everything was so bright. I whimpered as I tried to move my legs. What happened? Where was I? How did I get here? I couldn’t remember anything. The last thing I remember was making dinner for my husband and him slamming the plate across room because he didn’t like the casserole I made. Where was he? Oh, no, I thought. He has taken me somewhere and is going to really kill me this time. His constant threats lingered in my mind, as I heard light footsteps behind me. If I could run, I would have been out of here in a matter of seconds. But I was stuck. I really was going to die this time.
By Brittany Brown5 years ago in Filthy
Her Forgotten Past
Another nightmare. I sat up hastily in my cold bed. How many nights must I endure this constant nightmare before I could finally live my life normally again? The beads of sweat rolled off my forehead, despite how cold it was in my tiny apartment. I held the comforter close to my chest and breathed. This was my fresh start, just what I had been waiting for so long. So why couldn’t I put the past behind me and move on?
By Brittany Brown5 years ago in Filthy
Running Away With My Lover
As I near fifty it's clear more than half my life is behind me. I will not live to 100, but I can expect to live to 81, which leaves me 30 years. It used to seem like a long time, but now, I know how painfully quickly it can go by. How do I want to spend my remaining days on this pale blue dot?
By Teresa J Conway5 years ago in Filthy
Are you addicted to your boyfriend?
What IF I told you, you enjoy your servitude to toxicity? I want you to imagine for a second, a lab rat inside of a cage. We’ll call it, Rat A. There’s a lever that sticks out and a dispenser that pumps out pallets. Whenever this lab rat first pushes the lever down, a handful of pallets come down from the dispenser tube. 5 hours later, Rat A then proceeds to push the lever again and the same occurring event commences with a handful of pallets. This process is repeated with the same results again and again. Eventually,this rodent recognizes a similar pattern of pushing the lever and receiving the same result, only now, its not so rewarding since it’ll always equate to the same mundane results. Since the pallets will dispense whenever the lever is pulled down, the same action will continue statically, deeming it undesirable for the lab rodent to push it unless it needs to feed itself. At this point, it’ll only take advantage of the lever to dispense food because there is a continued regiment that is absolutely guaranteed, therefore the rat becomes bored.
By Kyle Smith5 years ago in Filthy
Is She Satisfied?!
It's a great question that might start an interesting conversation and depending on how you receive the response, it could turn out to be a good thing. Sex is not the most important thing in a relationship but it is a big part of it and we can all agree that in order to have better sex continuously, you have to have conversations about it. It might seem like an uncomfortable conversation at first because you don't want to hurt anyone's feelings or bruise egos but in the end it will be well worth it when you're both achieving that well deserved orgasm.
By Kai Storm5 years ago in Filthy
I Accidentally Fell in Love With my Ex "Best Friend's" Ex-Boyfriend
Exactly three years ago today, I made what would turn out to be the worst mistake of my life, but I didn't know that at the time. The day before was like any normal day for me; nothing was amiss. I was at the dog park with my best friend, a girl I had known for thirteen years. We were going to drop off my dog and then go to dinner with our friends, one of which was her ex-boyfriend, a man I had known for a decade. It was like any other day. We had all hung out hundreds of times. I had no way of knowing that in less than twenty-four short hours, my life would change.
By Kayla Nicole 9995 years ago in Filthy
Stand Down Margaret
She did not know any rap music of the day, no DJ Chose? he said her name on the song. I think I said that too much. I cannot believe I told her I was a Trump supporter. That got her heated.
By Kofoworola Jose5 years ago in Filthy
A Secret No One Knew
A Secret No One Knew Sitting down staring at my phone. I get a text at a location to meet. My heart is pounding like thunder had just struck. I stand up and start walking in the direction given me to meet. Walking through an alley I see a little black book. The meeting place in a five minute walk so I decide to pick it up and read it along the way.
By LB Harpdog Creator Of Bampires5 years ago in Filthy
Rich & Rare| A Filth Odyssey|Episode 3: The Run Pt. 2
As Rex’s hot roaming tongue lapped against her opening, the muscles in her neck relaxed and she forgot all about the window, the ocean view, the Bobs, the Karens, the Katies, the Franks. Fuck them all. Her eyes opened again and her focus fell on the industrial-style light fixture on the ceiling. Rex paused his curling tongue for a moment to press two fingers inside. He slid his index and middle finger in about an inch and a half before gently and gradually pushing down. He released the pressure and Romy’s soft pleading moan gave him the confirmation to continue the rhythmic motion. He grinned and slid a palm up Romy’s exposed torso, lifting the hem of the elastic top to twist her nipple. Her hips bucked against him and he took the opportunity to slide his fingers in even further.
By Hanna Hell5 years ago in Filthy
The Little Black Notebook
Sniveling and blindly stumbling into the shop, Rebecca was certainly a sight for sore eyes. Must have been another break-up. She only ever frequented this particular bookstore on this particular street in search of a new book filled with wind-swept romance and lust and things that should only be discussed behind closed doors in a pursuit of happiness she found unattainable in real life.
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Filthy