taboo
A look at words, acts, and fetishes that are often unjustly considered taboo.
My Roommate's Sister
The first time Mason had met his best friend Josh’s younger sister was when Josh invited him to come to his families for Thanksgiving. The two made the two and a half hour drive from the University of Florida campus to St. Petersburg where Josh had grown up. At his friend's large family home, Mason was introduced to Josh’s dad, Brian, step-mom, Carrie, younger half siblings Peter and Sarah and then Josh’s step-sister, Leni.
By Jo. Schmidt2 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
"Can do Hailie." I begin to lean over you again, spreading the thick oil across your body. I start at your shoulders, moving down to your chest where I choose to avoid your breast, nervous as to how you would react if I just openly squeezed them. I began to rub now into your tight abs, feeling over the skin as I stared down at you.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Lucky Breaks a Record
“I think I’m going to go check out the record store,” said Lucky. “Oh yeah, well, make sure you keep both our loads in that tight ass of yours. If you can keep them in until this evening, we’ll double them up for you,” said one of the brothers.
By Guy Valley4 months ago in Filthy
When Satan Claimed His Wife. Content Warning.
Life felt meaningless to me. I experienced an overwhelming sense of solitude, and my mind seemed constantly on the verge of falling apart. I wish I could understand exactly what was happening to me. But I never know. I find myself bouncing from one relationship to the next, and I still cannot seem to find fulfillment or content with any of these relationships or flings, no matter how many I seem to enter. It feels like there are only two types of people in this world. Some people are great at relationships, while others are only good at sex. I struggle daily to remain faithful in a relationship when the love and care are on point because, in some sense, the sexual aspect of it all lacks. Whenever I attempt to be open to polyamorous relationships, I find myself struggling with overwhelming feelings of jealousy and possessiveness towards my partner, and I find that it also makes it more challenging to nurture meaningful and satisfying relationships with those I am close to. However, this consistent feeling of absolute emptiness continually drives me further into a void that makes me never want to experience physical feelings toward others.
By Jaded | Pleasured4 months ago in Filthy
make you miss me. Content Warning.
I went back to my apartment fairly early. I'm not going to lie. I'm absolutely pissed to think I had an opportunity with Austin. Maybe I looked too deep into the situation and ran with it, hoping that Austin was the knight in shining armour, I craved for.
By Jerome Smith-Pula5 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
After I had finished, I breathed deeply, staring back at you, staying on top of your body as my cock was buried deep inside of you as I had filled you to the brim. "God.. could you imagine if my mom saw us right now. Imagine her seeing me having just given her best friend a creampie.."
By Forest Green5 months ago in Filthy
WOMANIFESTO
They tell us all religions are patriarchal. They prove it by pointing to how they treat a woman’s blood. Every faith designed by men has some rule, restriction, or shame woven around the womb. Around menstruation. Around the literal flow of life. And yet, these same men worship the blood of a crucified god while rejecting the holy blood that births all gods.
By THE HONED CRONE5 months ago in Filthy
Humiliation Made Me Submissive . Content Warning.
October 28th (Later) The party was a dying animal. Its pulse, the music, had slowed to a thrumming, melancholic love song from a decade ago. The roar of a hundred conversations had dwindled to the low murmur of the last few stragglers, the clinking of bottles collected by the help, the weary groans of furniture being shifted. The air in the main hall was stale, a graveyard of spilled drinks, shattered papadum, and exhausted perfume.
By Chahat Kaur6 months ago in Filthy
Meeting My Ex At A Party. Content Warning.
The Balcony October 28th I saw him across a sea of familiar-unfamiliar faces, and for a second, the last five years didn't just vanish; they were violently erased. The air, thick with the smell of tandoori kebabs, spilled whiskey, and too much perfume, went thin. The bass of the bhangra track thumping from the speakers inside seemed to sync with a sudden, hard pulse in my throat.
By Chahat Kaur6 months ago in Filthy
