taboo
A look at words, acts, and fetishes that are often unjustly considered taboo.
What’s That I Hear? No Not That Kind of Sound. Sounds The Medical Device.
The Sound Knowledge Behind BDSM Medical Sounding Sounding in the BDSM or Medical Sexual Play is inserting a finely tooled metal rod into the urethra for sexual pleasure. Back in the day, a few years ago, I was shocked that this is a sexual thing. My partner was very keen to try such a thing. But recourses being limited, seriously where does one go to learn how to do this or where the heck do you buy the equipment. Well funny story, for another blog, I asked my doctor. So began my learning into medical play.
By L.S. Diamond9 years ago in Filthy
7 of the Internet's Most Insanely Viral Photos!
Everyone loves viral photographs, which is why they go viral in the first place. And there's an ark full of creatures out there spending resources studying the science of online virality, their mole eyes blood-rimmed and wide from overcaffeination.
By Matt Cates9 years ago in Filthy
Email Domination
“You interest me.” I was about to close my laptop down when the email popped into my inbox. A moment of hesitation as I digested the title:'You interest me'. It had to be spam. The trouble was that the title intrigued me. It would entice anyone. I sat back staring at the message header, my leather office chair squealed in complaint. The only light in the room came from the laptop screen shining in my face. I'd promised my wife Julie I'd only be a few minutes and then I'd come up to bed. I had to clear my inbox first, it wouldn't take long I'd said. I should leave this spam mail and have a look tomorrow. It was spam, wasn't it?
By Alexa Martinez9 years ago in Filthy
History of Tentacle Porn
Of all the subgenres of science fiction and horror, and of all the varieties that erotic content can come in, it may seem a little absurd that tentacle porn is even a thing. To the normal viewer – hell, anyone with a stable grasp on reality – the idea of squiggly squid tentacles plunging into one's body does not arouse sexual pleasure, but rather a genuine sense of horror.
By Bethany Tiamat9 years ago in Filthy
Is Your Pussy Broken?
"Maybe it really smells. Maybe it's dry as hell. Broken pussy." Rapping enthusiastically over Kalis's "Im bossy" instrumental during an open mic night in LA, Issa Rae paints a picture of what her best friend referred to as "broken pussy" in an episode of HBO's Emmy nominated series "Insecure". When I saw this episode I couldn't help but laugh out loud because Issa wittingly described two common issues women face concerning their vaginal health.
By Tyomi Morgan9 years ago in Filthy
Is It Possible to Never Have an Orgasm?
Women who have never had orgasms often feel extremely depressed, or cheated, since society glorifies orgasms so much; and, indeed, it is a great pleasure that is being missed. Let's look at what these women say and try to suggest what they might try. Almost every woman who hasn't orgasmed would like to.
By Alicia Springer9 years ago in Filthy
My Secret Life
My eyes are open and I feel the tugging on my middle section. The only way to awake is by a blowjob. Even better was Leandra doing her 'thang' on my dick. I spoil her, she handles me. It's our deal. It's what makes our relationship work. She knows I want her in my life and is very happy with what we have. So I smiled and enjoyed her lips wrapped around my tool. I open my eyes again and see her ass lifted, ever so perfectly rounded, in the air. "Imma do sum damage to that later," thinking to myself as my hand stretch across to fondle between her thighs. She moaned on me and I flipped, becoming even harder. I'm sure she noticed, for her pace increased as two fingers went in deeper. It was time for me to release and I did. In her mouth. She didn't even blink as my jizz spilled. Then the moment, she swallowed. That's my girl.
By Angel Harrt9 years ago in Filthy
Josh's Therapy Sessions
Josh had his 3 o'clock coming. She was always on time. Meticulous, from her timing to her clothes. He sat in the 'comfort' chair. Legs crossed, with a little swing awaiting her knock. Usually in two quick successions. When he heard it he smiled inwardly. He knew it was her and awaited her presence to fill his space.
By Angel Harrt9 years ago in Filthy











