relationships
Love, sex, single, committed.
"My Husband Pays me for Sex"
My friend Lizzie was talking to me about sex, not something unusual. From the sex life she described, it was quite adventurous. Her husband had kinks and she had her fair share too. So, I was very surprised when she came out with the sentence "you know, he pays quite a lot".
By No One’s Daughter4 years ago in Filthy
The Night I Found Out I Don’t Like Women
The first time I wondered if I liked girls was in middle school. In religion class of all places. With wild, curly black hair and striking blue eyes, her breasts were the size of grapefruits that ended at a point in opposite directions as she stood in front of my little wooden desk passing back assignments. There were rumors that she wore extra perfume to cover up the stink of cigarettes that she smoked during breaks.
By Cynthia Bord4 years ago in Filthy
Should I Feel Bad About Feeling Jealous When My Wife Flirts With Others?
I've always had an uneven relationship with jealousy. As a sexually open person, I've tended to think of jealousy as a bit of emotion, born mainly of insecurity. The Moliere school of thought — "he who is jealous loves more, but he who is not jealous loves better."
By Chai Steeves4 years ago in Filthy
Frank Sinatra's "Witchcraft"
I started dating Shawn in October. We met at a friend’s Halloween party. The thing that drew me in was his dark eyes. It sounds a little twisted, but they kind of reminded me of my ex, Brandon. Brandon was everything. We had some really rough patches, but the good days were some of the best I’ve ever had. I could write books upon books about Brandon, but I find myself struggling to write one sentence about Shawn. Which is cruel because Shawn is a great guy; he’s just not my Brandon.
By Lindsey Hultman4 years ago in Filthy
Bad Idea
As I drift off to sleep, you carefully slide into your bed behind me, setting your hand on my hip. Your touch wakes me immediately, though the alcohol still coursing through me drags me down a drowsy road. I place my hand on yours, but you draw it away, trailing it over my ass to rest it on my thigh, giving it a squeeze.
By Mari C. Rohweder4 years ago in Filthy




