relationships

Love, sex, single, committed.

Social Etiquette: When Is It Polite To Ask?
Of course, it is rude to ask strangers personal questions. Though our innocent curiosity might be aroused by some physical change, or change in behavior, sometimes we even hesitate with co-workers.
By Roscoe Forthright5 years ago in Filthy
My Tinder crush
This quarantine has been making me do a lot of stuff that I normally would never partake in, one of which being downloading the Tinder App and matching with someone very much out of my league.
By victoria m5 years ago in Filthy
More Jacking For Pretty Girls.
I am not gonna stop kneading my meat, until the little thing stops working entirely. In a previous article, I discuss the spiritual potential and religious implications of jacking-off. I mention our predominant religions, our educational institutions and our suppliers of porn have no interest in jacking-off for Spiritual Enlightenment. That concept makes those religions and institutions and suppliers of porn nervous, because this concept means they loose control over our sexual imaginations. They no longer get to make money by telling us what we should think and do, or not think and do. Porn offers more sexual variety than any religion or Ivy League education, but it remains 99% fake, having no real value in our lives. Except, when showing us some fun ways to use dildos, butt plugs and whips, or showing us positions of copulation we may not have previously considered.
By Roscoe Forthright5 years ago in Filthy
5 years and counting
The way you treat a girl after sleeping with her is what she uses to define the relationship. You lazily put an arm on her : you're using her as an arm rest - there aren't any emotions now but there's potential.
By Rocky Mpoposhe 5 years ago in Filthy
K.I.S.S
Sometimes it feels like I don't belong to fetlife or the community because from the outside looking in my life and my kinky life aren't as extreme when compared to everyone else here.
By Jane Smith5 years ago in Filthy
My Man Likes Young Pussy
Living with an older porn filmmaker, a girl learns a thing or two about sexual desire. And about the necessity to get rid of all the old fantasies about monogamy. It is completely possible, and enjoyable to watch my Roscoe eat Bea, Eva and Rosalee -- and not feel one moment of jealousy. Romantic jealousy might be classified as a mental illness, a self-made anxiety tending toward self-destruction.
By Gina Swan6 years ago in Filthy
Kevyn
My name is Kevyn Moore. I am a twenty-six-year-old event and wedding planner. I have a five-year-old son, Ryeian who is the only man I allow in my bed. I am five foot five, weighing a hundred and thirty-five pounds. I have more curves than a figure eight, my skin is the color of honey and I taste just as sweet. I am a natural beauty; my hair is long, thick, and always done. When I step out, I get all types of attention. Men as well as women gawk at me. I must say some of the women who show me attention make my honey drip.
By Jaamise Trimble6 years ago in Filthy
Resentment
RESENTMENT Therapist: Okay so, tell me how you became so angry and crazy and how met this man? Where it began and when it ended?
By Cherell Brooks6 years ago in Filthy
The Affair
Dedication For my girls, always lead with both heart and mind in perfect harmony. Love self above all others. Dedicated to my bird Sam Bunkey. May you fly as high as your wings can carry you! You’re my Sam in human form. My heart in the clouds. Be free and happy even though I can no longer physically hold you, you’ve touched my life in more ways than I can count. And for that I will always love you.
By Christina Jackson Bryant6 years ago in Filthy
How I Met My King (Chapter 2)
Phoenix It seemed like not a day went by that I didn’t see him somewhere, be it around the building or even out and about during my travels. It felt like he was following me and it was completely unnerving. I don’t know if he was unaware of me being aware of his presence or if he was just too stupid to care. One day while I was outside socializing with my buddy Fred and the gentleman from down the hall whose name I had learned was Dominic; I spotted the kid lurking nearby. I decided to finally confront him.
By Phoenix Cobain6 years ago in Filthy
My First Blow Job was Filthy - Why didn't I know that.
No matter how much I think I’ve moved on, the mistakes I made as a teenager still come back to haunt me from time to time. We all have memory ghosts. Those images, thoughts, and feelings that slip into our minds at any given moment, sneaky in their quiet approach, flashing behind our eyes without warning.
By ravifcboult6 years ago in Filthy
Smoking Mirrors
Months have gone by and everything feels so right. We started spending time with each other’s family. We were doing everything with each other except working hard and being honest. Yep, love was blinding my ass from the ultimate truth that’s Travis ain’t shit. I mean this mother fucker couldn’t keep a job to save his life. I couldn’t keep going with someone that couldn’t even provide for himself, but every time I tried to let go Travis gave me an excuse as to why I should stay. He fed me empty promises that love stupidity allowed myself to believe.
By Empress Queen 6 years ago in Filthy