taboo
A look at words, acts, and fetishes that are often unjustly considered taboo.
The Cult of Gor
How it Started I have acknowledged the fact that I am a 24/7 submissive when I was 21, that currently gives me 10 years of experience in the lifestyle as a whole. Let me tell you the story of how my previous Master and I got roped into Gor and Goreans, and how it’s a dangerous and, frankly, screwed up cult.
By S.M. Vargas5 years ago in Filthy
In Adultery, Never Regret The Sex
I didn’t fall into my affair by accident. I didn’t get drunk at an office party or take an interest in my neighbor. I chose to have an affair without a potential affair partner on the horizon. I didn’t even know how to get there. An affair had been the last thing on my mind.
By Teresa J Conway5 years ago in Filthy
Sex Diary: My Friends Uncle
I was new in town and had recently became friends with the girl down the street. Her name was Maggie, and she knew I was shy when it came to making friends, so she invited me to every party or outing she could. One night, she invited me to a family birthday party at her house. It was a big gathering with cousins, aunts and uncles, friends of the family, at least 50 people for this kids birthday party. We danced and ate and laughed, it was a really good time.
By Jenny Love5 years ago in Filthy
In Love With My Twin Daughters
It’s Stephanie and Rosabelle’s eighteenth birthday. They’re twin sisters, and the daughters of Pastor Lewis, a Priest with a taste for barely legal teenage sluts. They’ve been trained to await him in his country home, so that when he comes home from work, they can recite their prayers… on their knees, where they belong. How far will Lewis take things with his daughters? Or better yet, how far 'can' he take them?
By Jezebel Rose5 years ago in Filthy
Shopping with Sir
The cool gust of the air conditioner as she enters the supermarket is a pleasant change from the humid summer day outside. Her nipples immediately tighten in response, making her smile a little as it sends a small tingle elsewhere. As she reaches for a basket she can feel the thin fabric of her dress cling a little around the sides of her full breasts. She sighs to herself. She had hoped to have escaped wearing a bra with this dress, given the more flowing and relaxed fit, but a little humidity was giving her away. Hoping no one would notice, she pushes through the turnstiles and starts her shopping.
By Tamara Wilde5 years ago in Filthy







