taboo
A look at words, acts, and fetishes that are often unjustly considered taboo.
The new angel twelve
Angel went into his room, took off his clothes and took a good shower. He knew the girl would come, so he set an alarm for five thirty in the morning. He dried himself and left the towel rolled around his waist. He didn't have to wait long, a soft knock on his door woke him from his reverie, he got up and proceeded to open the door. There, on the other side, was she, completely flushed and fragile as a feather.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
The Resort
When Charity’s husband, Steven, had come up from the beach, he was greeted by the sight of his wife riding another man’s cock on her beach chair. He grinned as he approached the chair, watching her giant tits bounce as she went up and down. Some men may not like fake breasts, but Steven loved his wife’s perky and large boobs. He especially loved watching them as she rode cock, whether it was his or another mans.
By Jo. Schmidtabout a year ago in Filthy
The Paper Crane Rebellion . AI-Generated.
Eshita always felt like a caged bird. In the bustling streets of Dhaka, where the scent of street food mixed with the relentless honking of rickshaws, she navigated her life with a head bowing to tradition and a heart yearning for flight. The invisible chains that held her were forged by customs passed down for generations, the expectations of her family, and the unyielding eyes of a society that seemed to dictate every step of her life.
By Chronicle Canvasabout a year ago in Filthy
Great sex with my friend's niece. Content Warning.
A beautiful autumn sunset, with pink and pearly hues, enveloped us on the way back. We were returning from a wedding by car and I was the one driving. The niece of one of my best friends ever was in the passenger seat. And where was my friend? Well, lying in the back seat snoring like a gorilla. What a mess he had become, the guy… His younger brother had married his long-time girlfriend and, after the event, the couple had rented a cocktail bar to continue the party until the early hours of the morning. And that was where we were heading.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
Remembering old times 1
- "Wow, what lovely weather," I said out loud as I walked through the front door and out to the street. A lady passing by greeted me with a big smile. I, of course, smiled back and we shared that first moment of joy that a sunny spring day offers.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
My old friend from Messenger
There may be people who no longer remember it, but before we had a wide range of instant messaging applications at our fingertips with which we could communicate with our friends, family or, quite simply, with strangers, there was no other way to do so than with a phone call or a physical presence. Everything was more complicated and rudimentary, whether for domestic matters, academic matters, in the workplace or in social relationships. You had to work harder in every area of life. There was no such feeling of immediacy that we have all become accustomed to today.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
I want to dance all night long
I want to dance, all night long. After twenty years living in Madrid, I was fed up with the hustle and bustle of the big city, the always packed metro, the tourists, the cars and rushing everywhere. I lived in an interior flat, with one room and a kitchenette in a tenement near the Rastro, and every day I grew more bitter about the daily routine: going to work, eating at the office, going to the gym on my way back, preparing the next day's food and sitting around in front of the TV until I went to bed, bored to death. I had been dating a girl for a couple of years, but nothing serious, just to share some solitude on the weekends, the only days we had free.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
Christmas with the family. My sister-in-law. [Part 1]
It was on December 23rd when my life changed completely. With a lot of effort, I opened a small workshop years ago where I work doing mechanical repairs. Although I can rarely afford to close, I had decided to take a well-deserved week of vacation to enjoy and relax with my partner, Camila, and her family. We were getting ready to have dinner on Christmas Eve and spend Christmas together.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
Beverly Hills Cop-ulation. Content Warning.
Deep Confessions of a Well-Hung & World-Renowned Gigolo I'm in Heaven right about now. I'm on a beach filled with 90's-looking Playboy bunnies who would blow me at the snap of my fingers. Plus, my bank account has more zeros in it then a school full of dunces.
By Digital_FootPrint1212about a year ago in Filthy
Daughter's fluids
No one can say without lying that they are doing well with their age. Growing older is the greatest pain, because we begin to yearn more strongly for what we left behind, knowing that with each passing day we are moving further away from it all. Old experiences and feelings that will never return.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
The cousins already have tits
Rivalries between people from different social classes have always existed, but the problem arises when these wars occur within the same family. Envy and resentment destroy values that were once shared. When this happens, there is only one way to return to the path of peace and love, only one way to end hatred, but no one is willing to accept it.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
Things To Expect From Tattoo Removal
At some point or another or for various reasons, people often make the decision to get their tattoo removed. In some cases the tattoo will reflect a lost love and sometimes the tattoo will be something that the individual doesn’t want anymore. Whatever the cause may be, getting a tattoo removed is a decision that takes quite of bit of time and thought.
By Alexey Sabadyrabout a year ago in Filthy
