taboo
A look at words, acts, and fetishes that are often unjustly considered taboo.
MY TEACHER: Size does matter a lot
I introduce myself and describe myself, this didn't happen long ago and my physique is practically the same. I will use a name that starts with the same letter as my real name or maybe it is my real name, Pietro is my name, dark brown hair color, blue eyes, 1.88 tall, 123 cm bust, 44 cm biceps, weight 80 kg. Athlete, my favorite sports are AMM or MMA, soccer, skiing, boxing and high intensity training, my physique in general is defined and muscular. I am friendly and seductive, they say. My circumstances are that, due to my father's job, I have done too many kilometers and I have lived in countless places. Apart from health, it is to look good myself and if I look good, so do the rest.
By Real Erotic Stories12 months ago in Filthy
Feast of bodies in the pool
The water sparkled under the golden lights of the terrace, reflecting the lazy movement of bodies sliding through the shadows. The music, low and enveloping, pulsed in the air with the same cadence of restrained lust, a hypnotic rhythm that invited surrender.
By Real Erotic Stories12 months ago in Filthy
Pleasure and guilt
After spending the whole afternoon sightseeing, we decided to check out the nightlife. It was one of those places where the weather demands that you take baths constantly and, if possible, live in the fresh water of the rivers. It was my first time in a place like that so I wasn't used to it and I was constantly tired, but at least the night gave me a break. I ended up fitting into a mid-thigh skirt and a short t-shirt. The denim jacket didn't keep me warm enough, although the weather wouldn't demand more from me. We took this trip as a way to say goodbye. After this time, everyone would go their own way, so it was nostalgic and at the same time we wanted to leave everything behind so that it would be unforgettable.
By Real Erotic Stories12 months ago in Filthy
Ladyrosa Stories - This is how I met Karen
Ladyrosa Stories – Drunk, that’s how I met Karen. I met Karen at a wine bar after I had finished my work day and had arranged to meet my boss to go home. Karen has jet black hair that reached mid-back, oval black eyes, and a mouth with lush, full red lips. She was wearing a plaid skirt that reached just above her knees, and a white silk shirt that covered her enormous chest. She is tall, slim, and curvy, with an elegant air about her. I thought Karen looked familiar, as if I had seen her before, but couldn't remember where. Her face is a beautiful dark color, oval in shape, and with a straight, perfect nose. She is obviously a young woman in her thirties, although her childlike face makes her look much younger. Her slender hands end in long fingers with cherry red painted nails.
By Real Erotic Stories12 months ago in Filthy
Total Control: Deeper In
Mr. Thomas slipped his hand into mine. I had never been past these outer rooms. The foyer and living room. He pulled me deeper in. Past the living room up a grand staircase. My hands flicked over the bulbous wooden rails as we moved past them too fast to explore the dark curves.
By Asrai Devin12 months ago in Filthy
Understanding Porn Addiction. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Porn addiction is a condition many people struggle with, but it often remains hidden due to shame and fear. If you’re dealing with this, it’s important to know that you’re not alone, and there is a way to break free. This article will explore what porn addiction is, its impact, how it develops, and most importantly, practical steps to overcome it. It will also highlight the value of joining a supportive community for those on the recovery journey.
By Timothy A Rowland12 months ago in Filthy
POV: My partner's redhead daughter
The boardroom is designed to make a statement. Black marble and polished steel dominate the space, reflecting every ray of light that enters through the windows that reveal a wide and electrifying view of the city. From here, the horizon seems to extend infinitely, as if it could be encompassed with a single glance. The lighting, measured to the detail, projects soft shadows on the long table that occupies the center of the place, an altar of decisions where every detail screams power and control.
By Real Erotic Stories12 months ago in Filthy
