taboo
A look at words, acts, and fetishes that are often unjustly considered taboo.
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
My eyes widened as I continued to listen to you, hearing you out as best as I could while looking towards you, seeing you scoot yourself closer to me. "You wanna spend more time with me? Just, with me and nobody else?" I say quietly, hearing you talk about how close you want the two of us to be. "I.. you? Want to be close to me? How.. close, are you thinking?"
By Forest Green6 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
I moaned as you began to softly stroke my cock in your hand. Your hand was just able to wrap around my shaft and I looked into your eyes. "Well.. I'm glad that I surpassed your expectations." I say with a soft chuckle, looking at your breasts bounce as you stroked me.
By Forest Green6 months ago in Filthy
The Seduction Of The Forbidden
I write the kind of stories we’re told not to talk about. Stories whispered behind closed doors, hidden in the corners of our imagination, spoken only when we’re sure no one else is listening. The kinds of stories that make your pulse race, not just because of desire, but because of the danger of wanting.
By Julian Kane6 months ago in Filthy
Writing Gay Taboo Erotica
Most people write love stories to be understood. I write the ones people are afraid to admit they want. There’s something electric about that, about stepping into a story that society would rather you not tell. The kind that carries both heat and shame, longing and defiance. The kind that makes people whisper, then secretly read every word.
By Julian Kane6 months ago in Filthy
My Bf - Small Dick. Content Warning.
October 12th I’m writing this down because if I don’t, I think my skin might just split open from the pressure of keeping it all inside. My name is Anya, I’m twenty-four, and I live in a shared apartment in a dusty, loud, beautiful corner of South Delhi. And I have a secret that is so loud, it’s a wonder the entire neighbourhood can’t hear it screaming in the silence between my heartbeats.
By Chahat Kaur6 months ago in Filthy
Period Sex: The Messy Secret That Everyone’s Having (But No One’s Talking About)
We need to talk about blood. Not in the True Crime podcast sense, not in the Netflix slasher film sense, but in the all-too-human, half-the-population-experiences-it sense: periods. Specifically—period sex.
By No One’s Daughter6 months ago in Filthy
Mr. Thorne’s office.. Content Warning.
October 3rd The rain in Vancouver has a particular smell. It’s not just wet asphalt and damp earth. It’s the scent of cedar needles steaming on hot pavement after a sudden downpour, a clean, sharp perfume that gets into your lungs and makes you feel alive. I was breathing it in, standing under the awning of the Humanities building, watching the water sheet down in a grey curtain, separating me from the rest of the world. My backpack was heavy with books I hadn’t read, and my mind was a thousand miles away, or maybe just one floor up, in a corner office with a flickering fluorescent light.
By Chahat Kaur6 months ago in Filthy
The Bush is Back: Pubic Hair, Porn, and the Politics of Being Bare
Once upon a time, the “bush” was just part of being a woman. No one wrote think pieces about it, no beauty salons advertised Brazilian waxes, and no teenage girl panicked because she didn’t look like the women in men’s magazines. Pubic hair was simply… there.
By No One’s Daughter6 months ago in Filthy
She booked for a massage but he & his friend wanted so much more. Content Warning.
The rain started just as I pulled up to the address. Not a gentle, romantic drizzle, but a hard, angry downpour that hammered against the roof of my old Volvo. The wipers slapped back and forth, frantic, doing little to clear the view of the iron gate and the sleek, modern monstrosity of a house behind it.
By Chahat Kaur7 months ago in Filthy
Sinful Legacy. Content Warning.
My apartment is too quiet tonight. The kind of hush where every sound is thrown into sharp relief - the tap I never fixed still drips with a stubbornness I somehow admire, the elevator far down the hall sighs like something disappointed, and every empty space echoes with the ghost of his voice.
By Chahat Kaur7 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
She had also teased the possibility of ruining both of my holes with some of her celebrity friends in the past, wanting to make it reality in the near future. And although I love the possibility of getting fucked by more of her celebrity friends, she is the only one that I ever have feelings more and that I want to ruin my holes.
By Forest Green7 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
As the interview gets back to me, I listen closely again. While Emma’s revelation that she has an inverted cage for me, makes me scared, I did know that it would happen in the future. She had teased me in the past with completely taking away my cock with the next downsizing of my cage and this was it. Once she came back and equipped my cock with the inverted cage, I would have no way back.
By Forest Green7 months ago in Filthy
