relationships
Love, sex, single, committed.
A Second First Kiss
I remember his kiss being greasy from the Harold’s chicken he grabbed from upstairs. His tongue was flat and wide and he kept trying to waddle it into my mouth. I kept my lips tightly shut like the kids on television. He was fifteen at the time and had snuck into the show to watch Jason’s Lyric the week before. I think he was trying and failing to recreate a Jason and Lyric moment.
By Victoria Catherine6 years ago in Filthy
Fat Eyes
At this point in my life I've come to realize that I'm not really good at relationships. It's not my fault if you think about it because growing up I never had a well-functioning relationship in my family that I could watch and learn from. Unless you count my grandmother angrily washing dishes with the fire and furry of a thousand suns in her eyes, pretending to ignore the sound of "Burning Ring of Fire" by Jonny Cash being blared at a deafening level causing the entire house to shake healthy. So when I finally meet a guy that I'm interested in I unintentionally and do any and everything possible to fuck it up and I am once again left sad and alone with nothing but a bottle of red and monstercockland.com to keep me company. This, my dear friends, is yet another prime example of one of those instances…
By [email protected]6 years ago in Filthy
Smoking Mirrors
Arrogant assholes have always been my thing. I think it’s because people like this means good looks, money, power, status, partying, drugs, and fun. Omg, the way they carry themselves was so addictive. Swearing they’re the best next thing that everybody wants. The challenges them mother fuckers use to put me through gave me a hard on. The fact they could have anyone in the world, but they chose me stroked my ego. It’s funny because I never went after their money, status, body, or even their love. I just wanted my ego stroked.
By Empress Queen 6 years ago in Filthy
Fallen Deep
Losing Bash took a lot out of me and for a while I couldn’t look at Tom-Tom or even ask to see him. Mo and Jerry stayed by my side for nearly the whole year, but I eventually had to get over the grief and move on with my life, not that I didn’t sometimes find myself hiding in the closet with his shirt and letter just to have a good cry.
By Habby Grac6 years ago in Filthy
Living Out Loud
One of my partners told me once that he wanted to “Live Out Loud” with me. This seemed like an incredible idea (and one we both embraced)! You see, my boyfriend is not married. He lives in a different city. When I spend time with him “out loud” (ie. in public) in his city, it’s somewhat unlikely I’ll see anyone I know. So, we do this. We go to restaurants. We go for walks. We attend concerts. We hold hands. We are seen together. And this feels really normal, as it should.
By Dawn Redwood6 years ago in Filthy
Messy-face Girl Gives Romantic Advice
Don't even think about using a spoon. There is no reason to be tidy and prissy went the action is on. Smile. Laugh. And gulp it down if you want to. It's all a matter of personal taste. There are no rules worth talking about.
By Roscoe Forthright6 years ago in Filthy
I Shoot Sploodge on Young Women
Apparently, fat old white men are not to be trusted. And the source of all evil in the world. This is what I hear gushing from the mouths of people who have not lived long enough to have a clue, about sex or the world in which they live. And honestly I find such talk boring, boring because of its self-righteous posture and it's lack of connection to reality. The young women in my life enjoy my hard cock and love to watch me stroke it. And love when I shoot my small offerings of sploodge.
By Roscoe Forthright6 years ago in Filthy
How I Met My King (Chapter 1)
Phoenix It all started on a bench in the middle of January. I had just gotten out of an extremely abusive relationship and had decided to go stay with my mother who was in poor health; so she would have someone to take care of her and so I could get my head back on straight and get back on my feet.
By Phoenix Cobain6 years ago in Filthy
Unexpected Lessons
Episode 2 If ever there was an appropriate time for a facepalm, now was it. Instead I slide on to the nearest stool because my legs can no longer hold me and slam my face directly onto the counter. I keep my face there, refusing to look at or acknowledge Mr. Malloy.
By Amanda Bodi6 years ago in Filthy
First Love
From the moment we are born; we are loved. We are taught and cherished and have shown affection from the beginning of life. Love is in different forms, not every love story has a happy ending and not a happy beginning either. Mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, girlfriends, and boyfriends all love different ways, but no love is the same as the first. From the moment we feel the compassion, the affection, and the loyalty with someone its very new for us, we question the feelings we are having. There are some who push those feelings away and ignore, just the same there are others who express those emotions and let them come out.
By Shania Rivera6 years ago in Filthy
