taboo
A look at words, acts, and fetishes that are often unjustly considered taboo.
Derriére Extraordinaire
I think the double standards men face are pretty sickening. Think about it, if I strolled in a park full of kids and sat down by myself, some parents would look at me and think, "What the hell is he doing here without a kid, he's probably a pedophile!" If a woman did the exact same, people wouldn't question it. A bisexual man is gay. A bisexual woman is a plus. If a man shows his feelings, then he could be referred to as a weak pussy. Well, I'm Mars Brown and I can give two bleeps about double standards. I'm emotional, I love to communicate, I can curl up on the couch and watch a rom-com and enjoy the fuck out it, with some Talenti Pistachio Gelato and not feel an ounce of "gay" coming over me. In fact, I feel like being who you are at all times makes you more manly than a "Macho in the streets, but a lame in the crib (didnt want to say sheets)." If I saw a guy that's handsome, I wouldn't say "Damn, he's handsome!" But if someone said "Damn, that guy is ugly," I would honestly say, "No I think he's a handsome dude." I'm secure with myself, a lot of men aren't. My security within myself led me to write this article on "Derriére Extraordinaires." What's that? It's what I call women that like to eat butt. You're thinking "Wait, I thought this was about men?" It is! So sit back, grab a drink. Shut the hell up and enjoy.
By Mars Mellow9 years ago in Filthy
The Skin. Top Story - September 2017.
There's something about skin. The way it feels when two bodies are together, relaxed and comfortable, it's bliss. I love the way he caresses me. I feel a connection. He and I, together for a moment, and he stares into my eyes like he's inspecting. He could remember my eyes perfectly and pinpoint their detail in writing. He touches me softly reminding me that even rough large hands can handle a dainty frail glass-like figure such as mine with a grasp so empowering. His hand ever so slightly grazes over my face, he likes to assert his presence before pushing his lips onto mine. We begin folding into one another, exchanging parts of ourselves for parts of the other.
By Kenya Carpenter9 years ago in Filthy
Life of a Sex Addict
I have been sexually active for 2.5 years. Over two of these years were spent with one man, while the past 3 months have been spent with over 40 different men and a few women. I do not really know how this all started, I can only tie this sexual behavior of mine to being heart broken and going on a sex spree to try and cure my broken heart. I got over my heart break fairly quick actually, but I stuck with the sex. I realized that having sex is fun, feels good and makes me a happier woman.
By Maude Zeinner9 years ago in Filthy
Every Single Day.... Top Story - August 2017.
I see them every single day. They come from all forms of life, from the business suit to the city workers on lunch. They walk into the business next door to my office. I can always tell when they have placed an ad in the local online classifieds because the flow is much heavier. On an average day, they come in every 30 minutes to an hour in almost a uniform fashion. Not once have I ever seen a female walk in the door, not once in the last six months.
By Shae Lynn Sanders9 years ago in Filthy
How Did That Happen?
I've always known I was a little different. Regular sex and relationships get boring quickly, but what else is there? People experiment in their teens, get married in their 20's or 30's then settle down and have a family. That's just what happens when you're from small town Bible Belt, USA. At least that's what I thought and did.
By Kelly Lynn9 years ago in Filthy
Tell It Like It Is
When it comes to sexual relationships, there are some areas that can be a little tricky. There are the average questions of, who's more sexually advanced than the other, is my physical physique up to par or, am I doing the things he likes? What if your questions ranged further? What if you had a sexual itch that needed to be scratched and struggling with how to ask without scaring him off?
By Tara Roberts9 years ago in Filthy
Femme-Domme
I write about sex a lot. Probably because I think about sex a lot. It's a privilege afforded to my generation in this part of the world. As North American women, we have gained more rights to our bodies than ever before. Hell, there is more mainstream advertising now telling us to take care of our cunt's health than I believe has ever existed publicly (I saw a bus ad recently reminding me it's time to get a PAP smear). Several women in my family hit sexual maturity in the 1970s at the height of the sexual revolution before the terror of AIDS and at the inception of widely available birth control. I grew up hearing stories of what it could mean to be sexually free.
By Sarah Sparks9 years ago in Filthy
For What It's Worth
I don't know how I ended up here. I was always the "good child", the child that every adult in the family would wish their kids took after. Although those type of accolades never made me feel any better because it made me the most hated amongst my cousins, I knew I had great potential to be somebody one day. It's ironic that trying to be somebody and do it the right way got me into this mess, and now I am not so sure there is an escape route. I have gone to sleep with wet eyes and wet thighs too many nights that I have honestly lost count, and if my mother knew that this is the life that I had resorted to, she would disown -- if not KILL me!
By De'Ja Wilcher9 years ago in Filthy
Empire of Shenendril: The Blue Chronicles 0: Chapter 6
Chapter 6 Oh, how Lucas loved the feel of silk sheets. It was a decadent indulgence he fully embraced at the brothel. From the sinfully plump feather bed to his slippery cool sheets. But when did Casey get silk sheets?
By Kaiden Moss9 years ago in Filthy
