relationships
Love, sex, single, committed.
Chapters
Tonight is the night, I got up the courage to tell him how I feel and now it is up to him to reply and tell me how he feels. Keen to know but super nervous to read what he has to say. I am just not sure what to expect, I think he feels the same, I mean... he feels the same.... oh man.. I hope he feels the same! Maybe I should go to sleep and when I wake up in the morning he would have answered me back... hhmmm this is so crazy, for one I am thinking about this way too much and two I am writing it down in my diary and talking to myself, out loud of all things. Ok, ok! Sleep it is! Get a good nights sleep and wake up to a reply and know once and for all how he feels, I mean how he really feels, no more second guessing, no more thinking too much about every word I say or every move I make.
By Melina simpson5 years ago in Filthy
Forgotten Pleasure
Katie giggled at the images on the screen: well-muscled men with massive cocks pounding the flesh of thin, young women. Katie found the poor acting and non-existent plot amusing, so she was surprised to find herself aroused by what she saw. This was the first time she’d looked through Chad’s adult collection. Unlike her friends, Katie didn’t begrudge her husband his porn. To say her libido had dropped after her children were born was an understatement. Chad had given up asking a long time ago; he needed an outlet.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Going in Blind
Sitting in a small lounge bar, La Petite Siroter, at 8:00p.m. on a Friday night sits a stunningly beautiful woman of 5’9”. She has shoulder length, red hair, bright blue eyes, and has colored her lips a deep red. She has a body best described as fit and curvy, with long bare legs hanging from her bar stool out of her knee length, black dress. Her name is Elizabeth but goes by Elle and she has arrived an hour early for a blind date that her good friend Patrick has set her up on.
By L. A. McCullough5 years ago in Filthy
Merlot Melanine
Melanine was five foot seven inches, thick in all the right places. All Michael had of her was a photo she sent him. He had more photos of her but this one was the most precious to him so he'd had it printed. He stood there under the glow of the street light, imagining their second meeting. They'd actually been sharing photos for two years. Michael never wanted a long distance relationship. Melanine never believed it could work. They couldn't help the connection they felt. They'd changed their relationship status five times over the two years. Since 2018 they'd been talking non stop. They matched in the best of ways. They shared the same humor so they were always able to cheer each other up on bad days. Covid 19 had devastated the entire planet, and yet Melanine and Michael found love.
By Aqeedah Mujahid-Gaines5 years ago in Filthy
How To Improve Nonverbal Communication In A Relationship
What you say in a relationship is important – but perhaps equally as important, is all the stuff you don’t say – yet impart with your body language. Nonverbal communication in a relationship has a profound effect on connection which is why this article will help you improve your nonverbal skills. That way you can create a better and more intimate relationship – the kind you’ve always wanted.
By Leigh Norén5 years ago in Filthy
I Used to Be a Unicorn
Swinging lifestyles aren’t for the faint of heart. For secure couples who have a flair for a more colorful approach to sexual health, swinging can be a bonding experience on a level that many couples may never experience. That is not to say that couples who don’t swing don’t experience the peak of their sexual lives together. However, swingers tend to live a more complex sex life and I’ve found that complexity appealing for someone who enjoys exploring lifestyles that challenge you to turn your back on tradition and embrace a free-spirited approach to living your best orgasms.
By Dani Banani5 years ago in Filthy
Meeting Him
Her hands were trembling. The kind of trembling that no one notices, but she felt like there were earthquakes in the tips of her fingers. She turned up the music, and tried to tap out her nerves on the steering wheel, but she wasn’t even listening to the lyrics.
By Raven Bleu5 years ago in Filthy
