fact or fiction
Learn the truth about common myths. Are they fact or fiction? In-depth explanations of the questions everyone asks and few know the answer to.
The Danger Of Beauty
Angelina has found herself alone once again in another city. At 30 years old, she could never have imagined moving so many times. She has spent most of her life on the run. She has lived a hard life, but despite this, she has maintained her beauty. She embodies sensuality with every movement which can often lead to trouble. It is unsurprising that she ended up working in clubs. After a decade of being in the sex industry, she was ready to quit, but the pandemic hit her hard. She knew her time in New York City was done. Miami is open and she needs work. She swore off stripping in her thirties, but she is desperate. Being desperate is very dangerous, especially for a beautiful woman.
By A Wandering Rose3 years ago in Filthy
The Gem of Julliard
Harrison took two pills out and popped them into his mouth. He held onto the bathroom counter for support and took a few deep breaths. He looked up at his reflection. He looked good. He was wearing a classic black suit with a red tie. He slipped the bottle of pills into his pocket and headed back to his table. He did not want to keep his date waiting too long. As he walked through the crowded restaurant, he remembered feeling accomplished after asking Gem to join him for dinner tonight. He reminisced about how beautiful she was swaying sexily in front of him in the private VIP lounge. After his last lap dance, he had explained to her that he was leaving town and would not be returning to the club. That was when he worked up the nerve to ask her out. Gem was hesitant at first, but his warm, kind eyes had swayed her.
By Craig and Wendalynn Newman3 years ago in Filthy
The Killer Page
6 ft 4in, 250 pounds, wealthy businessman. Noah Lacmore was the American Dream. His nudeness was captivating. His magnetic touch, created a magical stream of moisture, between many thighs. Small moments with him, was a force of tranquility. There was no denying the innate ability to fall in love with his charm. But my desire for Noah grew deeper beyond the rims of my heart. I desired his life, his happiness, even his family, but never his heart.
By Signs of Fire3 years ago in Filthy
Roscoe Talks About Human Females
Mostly, when I masturbate I think about their beautiful faces, and how delicious the girl's fannies are. Soft or firm, those lovely curves which can only be feminine. I think about how their fannies feel in my hands as I squeeze and caress. I move my hands over and around their inner thighs, and up across the smooth landscape of their asses. I often pause, in awe and admiration of their moist vaginal lips. I dip my fingers inside those lips. Four pairs of vaginal lips. Each pair as unique as a fingerprint.
By Roscoe Forthright3 years ago in Filthy
Ambrosia
1. ANOTHER FREAK IN THE FREAK KINGDOM Was me hired to scribe for Bazaar Monthly, a posh Los Angeles-based online publication boasting a readership amalgamated of new age gurus, holistic juice cleansers, naturopathic shaman, real estate moguls, Hollywood elite, avant garde architects, entrepreneurial pioneers, Silicon Valley Titans of technocracy, dot com gozillionaires, weekend warriors plus counterculture enthusiasts. Was me, armed with a bic pen and thin, black notebook they were paying what seemed to me a conspicuous, if not outright gratuitous lump sum of $20,000.00 to fly out over the mighty Pacific Ocean on a unique and covert journalistic endeavor, to infiltrate an esoteric subculture shrouded in mystery and ultimately shed light on the obscure underbelly of the Hawaiian Islands, respective. Was also me who (I’m seeing this now, in retrospect) signed up to be airdropped into a mythopoeic landscape, a sociological petri dish akin to a William Golding novel, to bear witness to the vicissitudes of human relatings and be indelibly altered via cultural osmosis; to peak behind the curtain at the inner workings of this soft machine.
By Ian Wilson4 years ago in Filthy
Paying for Sex
Paying for Sex Means More than You Think Okay, let’s address the elephant in the room. Yes, this is a taboo subject. Paying for sex brings to mind concepts of hiring an escort or even a street walker. Having said that, yes, this post will be talking about that. However; we are going to take a look at the reality of social interaction and the “dating” or “courting” rituals that exist in our society.
By Timothy A Rowland4 years ago in Filthy
Hidden Niche to Write
Erotic Stories on Writing Platforms Writing platforms contain hundreds if not thousands of niche content on them that is uploaded every single day. With such a vast array of different topics to write about it can be a little confusing on what does well when posted on these sites. While it is true that writing about current events, pets, and other important topics can in fact gain a lot of readers and help inform people… there is an almost hidden niche on these sites that does very well. Everyone likes to escape their reality for a short time and many read for this purpose alone. Another fact is, most people enjoy sex and passion. If you put these together it makes sense that erotic stories tend to do well on these platforms.
By Timothy A Rowland4 years ago in Filthy
Nice Guys Finish Last
Truth Behind an Old Saying We have all heard the saying, “nice guys finish last.” My response to this came from a realization of why that saying is in fact true. Yes, nice guys do finish last… because we always make sure the woman finishes first. Of course, the saying was never meant to mean that. In fact, it was always meant as a negative thing. The saying generally refers to how guys who are nice and respectful, actually end up in the friend zone with women or hear those dreaded words, “you’re like a brother to me.” Which, no guy wants to hear; ever! Though in recent times, the attack on masculinity has gotten out of control, it still remains true that most women are still looking for a man to be a man. Also true is that too many women go for men who are not respectful or genuine to them.
By Timothy A Rowland4 years ago in Filthy
I AM NEO: A Faux-Fictional Tale of the Adventures of a Porn Photographer
Chapter 1 – Picking up a Babe in Sin City – A Totally True Tale My Mum lives in Las Vegas. Picture this… Retired old lady, cruising around the casinos on her little electric scooter, oxygen tank hanging off the back, cigarette hanging out of her mouth, and one arm bigger than the other because she arm-wrestles one-armed bandits all day – you know the type.
By Lon Casler Bixby4 years ago in Filthy
Freedom
I walked away, thinking of how I struggled with the ties that bound me to ideas that were not mine. Limited in what I could manage, I had children, dogs, cats and horses. How could I possibly take the trip he proposed? To go would mean the world of old memories relived.
By Dana-keli Devi Dasi4 years ago in Filthy