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3 Toxic Things Women Secretly Love
She mentions (says) she wants honesty. She claims she needs generosity (kindness). But her conduct (actions)? They scream the opposite. Behind closed doors, her heart races for the genuine thing (very things) she’d never admit to hankering (craving). Ready to decipher (crack the code)? Let’s rip off the bandage.
By Olivia Chastity8 months ago in Filthy
Married Women Cheat More Than You Think — Here’s What No One Admits
Voices are muffled in the coffee shop. She looks down at her phone. Her digits shake. A coded message is awaiting you. Her heart beats quickly. Nobody is suspicious of her. Her spouse has total faith in her. Every day she beams at him. But her thoughts stray. The name of another man clings.
By Olivia Chastity8 months ago in Filthy
I feel like a Whore… After Having the Best Sex of My Life
There I was in Minorca, trying to destress after months of work. My plan was pretty basic: soak up the sun, chill at the beach, and drink way too many cocktails. But clearly, the universe had different plans for me.
By Olivia Chastity8 months ago in Filthy
A Decade of Lingerie
Lingerie is not merely an undergarment; it is an essential expression of fashion, femininity, and personal style. Over the past decade, the world of lingerie has experienced a transformative evolution, reflecting cultural shifts, body positivity movements, and innovative design techniques. This article delves into the most iconic lingerie trends of the last ten years, celebrating the styles that have left an indelible mark on the fashion landscape.
By Devin Mendez11 months ago in Filthy
Against the clock
Against the clock I met her one winter afternoon in a random coffee shop. She was like a halo of light, illuminating everything with her smile. I was a black hole, inevitably drawn to her light. I was drinking one of those barista coffees, very stylish and, from my perspective, of little value for its price, while reading a copy of The Name of the Wind, wearing large headphones whose pads had seen better days.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
My mother goes to the village and the countryman has dinner for her
That summer my father had to travel for work, but he didn't want to leave my mother and me, his only son, locked in our small house in the city, so he drove us to a small provincial town where a former co-worker had offered him his family home for a few days.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy






