taboo
A look at words, acts, and fetishes that are often unjustly considered taboo.
Honeysuckle
Tonight was eerily quiet, all that was to be heard was the occasional tree branch sweeping across the window in the wind and the sound of my own breath. It had been one of those evenings where all felt peaceful but that something was missing, I couldn’t quite place what that was ; it was a rather empty feeling that lingered. I let my head fall back onto the back of the chair, cradling the wine glass in my hands, my fingers delicately wrapped around it. My mouth emitting a heavy, fed up sigh; work had been tedious and had completely drained me today. I couldn't stop thinking about the copious amounts of emails I had to sift through on Monday, along with the brief for the company project I had to write up, all the phone calls and the board meetings I had to arrange and attend.
By myhoneyedwords12 months ago in Filthy
I tried a good yogurt in a Chinese restaurant
-From what I'm going to tell you, you might think I'm a slut, a slut, or worse, a whore, and the thing that makes me different from those who advertise in the newspapers is that they get paid and I don't. I don't care what you think. I'm not going to change my attitude, or stop behaving the way I do, or stop enjoying a good time with someone when I feel like having sex.
By Real Erotic Stories12 months ago in Filthy
The van. Content Warning.
With a grunt and a rather strong squeeze the man who had me fucked came in the condom while licking my neck. Standing with me leaning against a tree, he moved his hand to my big cock without taking his out and, already horny as hell, I came as soon as he touched me. " Ohhh !" I conceded, splashing milk on the trunk in front of me . While his interesting clapper escaped from my little anus, still in my half-crouched position, he cleaned the excess lube from my buttocks and the milk that adorned my penis. I turned around to see how he removed the condom and proceeded to clean himself as well. Of course, I replaced his hand with mine, taking the kitchen paper and took the opportunity to start a handjob helped by some licks in case that would revive me. But the result did not seem very encouraging, helped, perhaps, by the fact that the man had to leave. I made a mental note of the vehicle that housed the suggestive cock and we said goodbye. Once in my car, I cleaned myself up a bit better with my scented wipes as I watched the Ford Focus drive away. Anyway, while I was re-inserting the medium plug in my ass , I realized that I was still in bitch mode. Thinking about who could possibly satisfy my cravings for cock at that hour, I was about to start the car and leave when it appeared.
By Real Erotic Stories12 months ago in Filthy
The beast on the hood. Content Warning.
Ana Sofia Salinas was not used to hearing “no.” She had built an empire in the tech industry with a mix of ambition, talent and a charm that baffled rivals and allies alike. Her heels clicked like an authoritative metronome in boardrooms, where men with years of experience trembled under her sharp gaze.
By Real Erotic Stories12 months ago in Filthy
I Write Smut. Content Warning.
I write smut. That is a very bold statement for me to write considering the way I was raised and the impression that I give people when they meet me or even those that have known me for years. But it is the truth. I write smut. Some may call it by nicer names – I know I have. Erotica, erotic fiction, adult romance, dirty books or my classy favorite sexy romance, but it all comes down to explicit sexually based stories.
By Traci E. Langston12 months ago in Filthy
At the gas station
It was just after 1am and I remember it was drizzling that night. Leo and I were returning from a mutual friend's birthday party. We had been having a good time, laughing and enjoying ourselves and we were chatting about it and as it almost always happened in our conversations, the sexual topic came up and that night was no exception. Leo mentioned that he had noticed how some of the guys wouldn't take their eyes off me, including some who went with their girlfriends. It's not that I consider myself the most beautiful woman on the planet, but I admit that I tend to attract quite a bit of attention. Maybe it's because of my eyes, my tender and mysterious gaze, my desirable lips or my clumsy and bumpy smile that they find exciting, because it evokes a mix of shyness and submission that they find difficult to ignore.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
