relationships
Love, sex, single, committed.
Comfort
He smells of comfort. A cool water fragrance, mixed with a rich soil smell and heavy syrup. That was his fragrance. Lost in the smell of him alone as he closed the small distance that was between them. So suave and confident. Bright smile, white teeth. Tousled blonde hair with blue eyes. His fingers curled together to cup the bottom of her chin.
By Teanna Lyric5 years ago in Filthy
Amber
I watch the red, digital numbers on the face of the black clock on the nightstand rearrange themselves from 4:24 to 4:25 as the amber rays from the autumn sunset fill the room with its warm and present energy. The acoustic tunes that played through my Google speaker sitting on the tan, wooden dresser in the corner of the bedroom, ceased its artful ministry leaving the sounds of us catching our breath to replace the liberating sounds of the strumming guitars and soothing piano play that once played through the black, netted speaker cover. The sweet-smelling breeze fills the room from the widely-cracked window breathing life into the sun and moon tapestry hanging perpendicular on the, otherwise, bare, white walls. Its blue, clothy body dances through the ripples of air passing through and forcing the papers and book pages on my desk to dance. The autumn winds continue to rush across our bodies causing a chill to our wet skin as the goosebumps rise against your body compressing mine to the bed.
By AR Terique5 years ago in Filthy
What Amazing Sex Feels Like For Women (In Their Words)
Want to know what sex feels like for women? Well, you’re in luck! I recently decided to ask my four most eloquent, self-aware, heterosexual female friends what amazing sex feels like for women. And they really did not hold back in their responses.
By Lana Ridlon5 years ago in Filthy
Midsummer Wet Dream
I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to take advantage of this ménage à trois, but I had more important things on my mind. Like, if we could all get along in a relationship or if I just wanted something with Jess. Polygamy is more common these days and it may yield some benefits; with me being bisexual. My mind was racing, and the dialogue between the three of us had stalled. This was a classic mindfuck. Everything I felt with Jess was coming back, I could feel her clit on mine even though she was a few feet away, and although this was my first time meeting Lucas I could feel his dick deep inside my soul… To initiate a brief intermission, I grabbed a bottle of water and asked them if they wanted one. "It’s important to stay hydrated,” I said. As the awkward silence wore off, I went into my bedroom to pretend to look for my phone even though I knew where it was. Once I found it, I stood behind my bedroom door to listen in on their exchange a little. Nothing groundbreaking but Lucas did ask Jess how the sex was between us.She was glowing and grinning from ear to ear, which was nice to see. I walked back out and mentioned grabbing something to eat.
By imthenwgirl5 years ago in Filthy
Hands
“Hands are meant to be held” Carina T., Nevada. Do you love the feeling of someone rubbing your body all over slowly? I highly enjoy it when my partner uses his hands all over me. He is always careful when he caresses my most intimate parts, and he is never greedy when it comes to sex. Just feeling him move his hands over my body takes me to a different world, and I look forward to the next time when we connect. He is so patient with me, and he never tries to rush me at all. I am so comfortable with him touching me that I know for a fact I don’t need anyone else to take care of me sexually because he took the time to master how my body moves. I know when I first met him that he was the one that could and did change my ways of thinking about men. I have built up in my head that all men were dogs because of my abusive past. He has shown me that this is not the case, and all men are not my abuser. It took me some time to understand what he was talking about, and even though I did not understand a word of what he was saying to me at the time, I am glad that he was still patient with me and took the time to show instead of telling me.
By Theresa Evans5 years ago in Filthy
My Introduction to BDSM
It all started when I was in middle school. Right around the time I hit puberty. Let me explain. I was daydreaming nonstop about being taken advantage of; about being abused, and being forced to do sexual acts. No real people were actually involved in my introduction to BDSM, until later in life. Of course, I didn't know what it was then. I thought there was something terribly wrong with me. I always felt horrible afterwards. Perhaps, the fact that I was brought up in a strict Christian household had something to do with it. I am sure there are several other factors, but the guilt component was strongly linked to my feeling bad after I masturbated to my elaborate fantasies. Bear in mind, I spent countless hours daydreaming and coming up with all sorts of scenarios (not always sexual in nature,) wherever I went. During my mid-late 20s I found out I had Maladaptive Daydreaming, which is another story for another time. This disorder led me to creating numerous worlds, scenarios and characters in my head.
By Katie Jacobson5 years ago in Filthy
A way with words II
The orange juice leaked from the bottom of my hand as I covered my mouth. I nearly dropped the glass in shock of her question. I wasn't surprised by her question, I think any caring parent who hears their only son say "thoughts of you in ecstasy passing through my mind” would be curious as well. I didn't expect her to ask me that while I had pancakes in front me. Her eyes pierced me and my dad looked like he had her follow up. I didn't know if I was about to get jumped or if they were asking me questions.
By William Thomas5 years ago in Filthy
