taboo
A look at words, acts, and fetishes that are often unjustly considered taboo.
Dark Desires Never Die
The island in the center of Black Bayou known to the locals as Rubidoux Island stood silent as dark waves of murky water lapped at its shores. The island's only living inhabitant, Henriette Rubidoux sat in her room with the oil lamp by her bed turned down low.
By Lori Beasley Bradley6 years ago in Filthy
Swingers and roundabouts
The party is in full swing. Well, as full swing as this kind of swinger's house party is likely to get, you think to yourself. You take another swig of your vodka and coke, and survey the room with your eyes, noticing everything, missing nothing. It is lively enough. Just the usual imbalance - as usual - of men and women. Many more single men than anyone else, prowling around, or hanging back shyly at the edges of the large main room. You clock the host, a well-dressed, attractive man who offers you a smile and a raise of his glass, to which you offer one in return.
By Karen Cave6 years ago in Filthy
Pleasure at Paddington Green
Summer 2018 I clocked out of work at the usual 3pm, having just done the most intense 2 and half hour shift. I know what you're thinking 2 and a half hours is nothing. And in grand scheme of things yes, it's nothing but it was Summer 2018. It was the World Cup and the hottest summer on British record since 1972. So people were out in the masses.
By Goddess Hazel6 years ago in Filthy
Power Struggle
She was radiant. Shining more brilliant and golden then the sun it self. I needed her at night like the stars needed the moon. I had to have her. I was out side the church, having a smoke when she needed some fire. Fire, I could feel the fire. Gorgeous and warm. So, me being me at that time, and me reading her for who she really was. Thrust my pack of smokes onto the ground clearly throwing them on purpose. I told her to pick them up, she winked back at me, bent over and came back up just as I smacked her ass. I always did dumb shit like that, here and there it was all in good fun.
By PARKER CHHATWAL6 years ago in Filthy
Why do I always end up in some sort of relationship with a married man?
Why me? Why Do I always end up looking for something else? Why am I so intrigued by that I don’t have? Why can’t I keep my eyes, heart, mind & soul with one person – why can’t I keep it to myself?
By Preity Randhawa6 years ago in Filthy
My Perverted Brother
Adam is my younger brother that has always been a pain in my butt, but I loved him anyway. He was always perverted since growing up in his teens. He tried everything to be a sex fiend. He was not the cutest guy or even looked attractive to most women, so you can figure how much sex he actually got. I have found him jumping out of windows and running down the street with husbands and boyfriends chasing him.
By Brandi Payne6 years ago in Filthy
Mother's Day Brunch
I have been a very happily married woman to my husband Jim for the last 15 years. Every year his kids even though they are between the ages of 18 and 25 have always been so kind caring and would give me the nicest Mother's Day presents. I usually get cards and chocolates. Every, once in a while they will surprise me with breakfast in bed. They are the best step-kids that any stepmother would want to have.
By Casey Keller6 years ago in Filthy
Family Business
John had come home from university after the passing of his father the day before. He was to assist his mother in the arrangements as he was now master of the house. His 2 stepsisters (1 from his fathers first marriage, the other from his second) were already at the house. They had all grown up together in the big house, so they were all accustomed to where their rooms were. The girls had always dressed the same when they were growing up, but they led completely different lives now. Lorraine was into horses being a professional 3-day eventer and Samantha was a gothic artist. They had all shared a wing of the house and had spent many years running the halls and stairs playing hide and seek. John always had to find them first and they were always in the same spot together. When it was his turn to hide, they were cruel and left him to do something else. Despite this he loved them both. Maybe he loved them both a bit too much.
By Lucy Lilithian Brown6 years ago in Filthy
Wedding Day Blues
It's a week before the wedding. I've almost had it up to my ears of all the honey to do's. Making sure that everything is perfect for my bride. I want my bride happy, but the list just keeps getting bigger and bigger. What's a guy to do? I love my future wife but her endless nagging, her mother, her sisters, which are her bridesmaids and dealing with all of this female hothouse of emotions and tears of happiness is about to make me scream.
By Casey Keller6 years ago in Filthy
Spanked by my Boyfriend
“Go get the wooden spoon, place it on the dresser, get undressed, and lie facedown in the bed,” I heard my boyfriend’s instructions as I stared at his chest, too ashamed to look into his eyes. Seeing my lack of movement, he firmly pushed me towards the door. I dragged my feet as I walked into the kitchen, my gaze settling on the long thick wooden spoon that lay on the counter waiting for me. Taking wobbly breaths, tears blurred my vision as I grabbed it and made my way back to my room.
By London Sparks 6 years ago in Filthy
Bad Intentions
From the moment I met him, I felt somehow connected to him. I worked with him. Not only did I work with him, but he was one of my supervisors. Not only was he one of my supervisors, but he was the only one of my supervisors that was married with kids. He was the only other coworker I had that was married with kids.
By Shoshannah 6 years ago in Filthy
