fetishes
Explore common and little-known fetishes. Learn how to satisfy a fetish and how to interpret the fetishes of your partner.
When Satan Claimed His Wife. Content Warning.
Life felt meaningless to me. I experienced an overwhelming sense of solitude, and my mind seemed constantly on the verge of falling apart. I wish I could understand exactly what was happening to me. But I never know. I find myself bouncing from one relationship to the next, and I still cannot seem to find fulfillment or content with any of these relationships or flings, no matter how many I seem to enter. It feels like there are only two types of people in this world. Some people are great at relationships, while others are only good at sex. I struggle daily to remain faithful in a relationship when the love and care are on point because, in some sense, the sexual aspect of it all lacks. Whenever I attempt to be open to polyamorous relationships, I find myself struggling with overwhelming feelings of jealousy and possessiveness towards my partner, and I find that it also makes it more challenging to nurture meaningful and satisfying relationships with those I am close to. However, this consistent feeling of absolute emptiness continually drives me further into a void that makes me never want to experience physical feelings toward others.
By Jaded | Pleasured4 months ago in Filthy
so much for you
Strangely enough, he knew where the bathroom was. By the time I got my ass in there, I could hear some music coming from his mobile phone. It sounded like a good upbeat song. I could already see Austin under the faucet, running water through his hair. Something about wet hair on a guy, its tantilising and freakin' hot. There was enough hair there hold onto. Maybe that's what I will do when we next fool around, pull that soft black hair of his. I was already falling into a dream, dreaming about our next playtime.
By Jerome Smith-Pula4 months ago in Filthy
Loving in the rain
Rain taps gently against the windows of my bedroom. I have them cracked open a couple of inches so that I can smell the sweet, crisp rain. It’s the end of summer, when the trees start to change and the days start to cool. I’m tucked in my warm, cozy bed, happily nuzzling into my pillow as I am beginning to slip into unconsciousness. Just as I feel my lids close, I hear the ding of my phone notification. I should just ignore it, I should just slip quietly back into oblivion, but for some reason, I don’t.
By MissyMarie 5 months ago in Filthy
Top 20 Most Popular Fetishes of All Time (with Examples)
Fetishes are a very common thing in human sexuality. As it is said, ‘many people, many minds’, so different people have their own unique way to experience pleasure. Some fetishes are very common, like foot fetishes, tongue fetishes, or BDSM, while others are more personal and rare. In this guide, we will explore the Top 20 Most Popular Fetishes, along with real examples and simple explanations.
By pradeep kumar5 months ago in Filthy
First time someone touched me in crowd. Content Warning.
October 12 I always think of the smell first. Like a heavy blanket, it's jasmine and marigold from the flower guy's cart. Then it smacks you – the sharp smell from those beat-up rickshaws. A warm, wet feeling of so many folks huddled together, all moving like one big thing. Silk, cotton, sweat – all heading towards the river. The Ganga Aarti in Varanasi? It's not something to watch from the stands. It’s like jumping headfirst into a pool. You don’t just see it; it gets into you.
By Chahat Kaur5 months ago in Filthy
Mr. Thorne’s office.. Content Warning.
October 3rd The rain in Vancouver has a particular smell. It’s not just wet asphalt and damp earth. It’s the scent of cedar needles steaming on hot pavement after a sudden downpour, a clean, sharp perfume that gets into your lungs and makes you feel alive. I was breathing it in, standing under the awning of the Humanities building, watching the water sheet down in a grey curtain, separating me from the rest of the world. My backpack was heavy with books I hadn’t read, and my mind was a thousand miles away, or maybe just one floor up, in a corner office with a flickering fluorescent light.
By Chahat Kaur5 months ago in Filthy
