satire
Humor and satire to make you laugh. Everyone loves a good innuendo.
A Bad Writer's Limbo
I'm sitting in my apartment downtown that I can't afford staring at the wall while Speaking In Tongues plays loudly off the surround sound speakers that I didn't buy. Just staring at the wall listening, it's Sunday and I'm not doing anything, I have only $30 in my bank account. Buy food? I haven't eaten in two days. Buy cigarettes? My hands are shaking without having one. I go stand by my balcony door and move the curtain looking down on the street. It's just becoming spring, it's nice to see the sun heating away the last remaining piles of snow. I feel like those piles as they melt away into nothing... it's time for me to disappear.
By Jackson Picco 4 years ago in Filthy
How I Became a Bestselling Science Fiction Romance Author
I had this secret fantasy about my wife being abducted by a hot alien. I wanted to write a science fiction romance novel in which my wife would be the protagonist. That would feel like my fantasy became alive!
By Kirsty Kendall4 years ago in Filthy
“La Chatte à moitié moite”
The story of the half-wet pussy transpired on a cruise ship sailing around Tahiti and the Marquesas Islands before the pandemic. It was a good time, indeed, notwithstanding the pussy already a marvel by itself and wet, albeit only half all around the circumference and, of course, inside where it is always warm and nice. Very nice, methinks, now that I visualize the scene. I will never forget it, and soon, you will not either when you read all about it in the upcoming paragraphs full of the right words. No! The true words of the half-wet pussy. It all occurred in French. It is true that it sounded better in some parts. But when I sensed that English was going down, I recited some shameless Shakespeare, and Molière was put to bed, both literally and figuratively, which seemed to be the same, at least at the time.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
They All Laughed
Some legend has it that one day — it was actually the middle of the night — most body organs were having a discussion as to which one of them was the most important part. Important how, some of us could ask? To life! But they are all important that way. Very true! But could any one organ, one singular part, or a part of a part, be crowned the king, or queen, of all parts? The optimum organ! The Don of organs!
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
The Last Shitstorm of Winter
There are plenty of types of suffering. We, as humans, engineer new ones every single day. But there is a unique despair to being trapped in a place with only one commode concurrent with companions being afflicted with bowel distress.
By Alejandro escobedo5 years ago in Filthy
The Rabbit
Minkus really had me thinking after our conversation last night. How is it possible that I’m 23 years old and haven’t experienced the power of an orgasm? A glorious, make your legs tremble, bring tears to your eyes, projectile squirting, type orgasm like the ones my co-worker described as she confided and overshared to me last week about her office romance with our manager? I’m pressed. I guess if I really want this experience, I need to let go and explore my body, my damn self.
By Elle Driver5 years ago in Filthy
Steve Jobs Was A Pimp, Without Ever Knowing It
I feel the tingling sensation, see the faint glow and immediately flip my wrist over. It’s Stormie, my watch. Yes. I named my watch, and while I know it may sound weird, it’s because she became more than just a way to tell time and check the date.
By Rick Martinez5 years ago in Filthy
Bold And Beautiful. Top Story - February 2021.
There he is again. He's always in the library when I am. He is incredibly handsome. His eyes flow, like the earths view from outer space. His hair is brown with a copper glow. His body, WOW! The shoulders of a bull, and arms of a lion. However, he is average height for a man. No matter, he is everything I've been looking for in a match.
By Amber Fierce5 years ago in Filthy
