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Love, sex, single, committed.
I Lost My Husband During My First Orgy
Getting lost in a crowd is not an unusual occurrence for me. I’ve always been a daydreamer and tend toward introspection, even when I should be paying attention to my surrounds. As my grandfather liked to say, I don’t have a ton of situational awareness.
By Demeter DeLune5 years ago in Filthy
And My Dating Journey Begins
Let’s face it – being single sucks. No matter how many times I desperately try to convince myself that I need to find happiness alone BEFORE attracting Mr. Dream Guy into my already sufficiently joyful life, I unfailingly and repeatedly arrive at this same sad conclusion. As a fresh divorcée, I have the unfortunate naiveté to carelessly believe that I will find my perfect guy pretty much immediately after my divorce. All too quickly I realize it ain’t so easy to find him, especially with the newly developed, post-marriage-failure, persistent conviction that THIS time, I HAVE to get it right. So per my fellow solo female friend’s recommendation, I start reading Arielle Ford’s “The Soulmate Secret” – supposedly the go-to bible for single, lonely women such as myself. (Arielle claims she met her soulmate for the first time at age 44, poor woman). Sure enough, I get a little euphoric from all the inspirational Buddhist wisdom it offers. “Imagine you have already met your soulmate, make your soulmate list, and trust the universe will bring him to you. FEEEEEEEL what it would feel like to be with HIM (she calls this FEELINGIZATIONS). I follow her instructions as precisely as I can, but after slightly over-indulging with even my high-quality dildo gives me a nasty yeast infection, I start craving the real thing. And some human touch. “Set the table for two, make the bed for two”, Arielle says. Sorry Arielle, I am a full-time working single mom of a four-year old – I don’t have time to set the table and make the bed for an imaginary soulmate, and frankly just the idea of doing that kind of freaks me out.
By LA Dating Chronicles5 years ago in Filthy
Revenge served hot!
How could he? I checked the mail Just before getting ready to go to the beach with my husband and another couple, my husband Paul had gone to school with the guy. I stood at the mailbox, My mouth was wide open in disbelief. It was a letter from my lawyer and his investigator. That asshole! How could he do this to me!? Then I got really mad. My chest on fire with prickly heat, I'm a little verdictive. By all rights I should just cut my losses but then I vowed to get even with him. For now I had to get control over myself and play it cool. How long? Not long or I was afraid this would turn into a murder
By Bella Cooper5 years ago in Filthy
Ladies, why do we do this to ourselves? An open letter to my F*** Buddy.
Ladies, have you ever done everything right in a situation for it to still go wrong? Pour your heart out for someone who is reciprocating, but will switch up in an instant to make you feel crazy? They love on you, compliment you, sex you crazy, hold you tight at night, share private moments with you, but won’t commit? Have you put them first completely and felt so stupid? Ever sat by the phone for hours waiting hopelessly for that text or call? I know women that have move to a new state, where they didn’t know a soul, all for the sake of putting their “man’s” feelings and pleasures before your own. We lose so much because we care too much.
By the kitchen sink. 5 years ago in Filthy
L.S.D. - L-Loving
He used to wear a denim jacket. His name was Asyl, and he smelled like top-shelf whiskey. Every time he hugged a girl, he always made sure to hug them super tightly, so his cologne would stay on them as he was marking them as his. He appeared to be the coolest guy in school. The rest of the gang seemed like a clueless flock of sheep. Everybody looked up to him, his confidence, his way of talking to girls was predatory. He smelled like danger, trouble, and experience.
By Mrs. Di Ford 5 years ago in Filthy
Sierra's Secret
Dr. Ramon Santiago screamed in ecstasy with the final thrust of his pelvis. Moments later, he removed his limp penis from her vagina and pulled up his boxers. Shame spiraled through him at the thought of what had just happened. What he had done with Sierra Johnson was… shameful. No, it was worse than disgraceful; it was illegal.
By Candyce Sunshyne6 years ago in Filthy
EROTIC STORIES FOR WOMEN
It was finally here; my senior year of High School and I was so ready to be done and move on. I was so tired of the bullies and all the bullshit that made it more like a prison than a learning environment. It was time for my last and favorite class of the day. My favorite class because you are my English teacher. I fantasized about making passionate love to you. We were all in our desks and waiting for you as you came walking into the classroom. Your beautiful long hair bouncing and flowing as you walk. You look like you had been on an erotic sex date and then came to class. One of the boy’s whistles as you walk to your desk and you say,” That will be enough of that”. You take attendance and start looking at papers on your desk and your face changes as you pick up a piece of paper and hold it up for all to see and say, “Who wrote this”? The paper said,” I want to fuck you”. One of the bullies in the back of the class blurts out,” John wrote it. You look at me and say, “Stand up John”. I am in horror as I stand up and the rest of the class is looking at me. You look at me with your penetrating erotic blue eyes and say,” John did you write this”? Something rose up in me as I wanted to put the bullies in their place and I said, “Miss Petterson although I think you are the most beautiful women in the world and fantasize about taking you to prom I must confess that I did not do it. Your eyes are studying me, and you say, “thank you John you can sit down”. You walk to the back of the class to the bully that that spoke up and say, “tear the top piece of paper off your pad and hand it to me”. Jerry complied not knowing what you are up to. You take the two pieces of paper over to the window and hold them up to the sunlight so you can see the dents in the paper of prior writing and doodling. You say, “would anyone like to come and see what I see”. A group of girls rush up and look at how the sunlight shows what was written on the prior piece of paper and one of them blurts out, “Jerry you are so busted”. You look at Jerry and say,” Jerry this is sexual harassment and profoundly serious you may not graduate. Go to the principal’s office and wait for me”. Jerry was noticeably trembling and as much as I hated him, I felt just a little sorry for him in the moment. Jerry gathers his bookbag and walks out of the room. The bell rings and everyone gets up and starts for the door. I hear you say,” John can you stay for a few minutes”. You wait until all the other students are gone and lock the door. You take me by the hand and lead me to an area of privacy that can not be seen by the window in the door. At twenty-eight years old you look like you just graduated from high school yet the way you communicated was much more mature. You look into my eyes and say John I accept to go to the prom with you on one condition. Being overwhelmed I say, “What would that be”? You must have permission of your parents. I look at you and say, “What about the school board and your job”? It is OK John this has been done before and the fact that you openly asked me in front of the class changes things. I put my arms around you and pull you close and kiss you. Suddenly my dream was becoming reality. You say,” OK you need to go because I have to deal with Jerry so we will talk tomorrow”.
By John Harrington6 years ago in Filthy
