fetishes
Explore common and little-known fetishes. Learn how to satisfy a fetish and how to interpret the fetishes of your partner.
The Stranger. Content Warning.
The house was dead silent, save for the rhythmic, even breathing of my sleeping husband. I stood by the bedroom door, heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird, and carefully pulled the silk robe over my naked body. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his sleeping back, trying to convince myself I wasn't doing this. Then a text from Him flashed on the screen: Come outside. Now.
By Stephanie Wrighta day ago in Filthy
Her Friend, Our Secret. Content Warning.
This wasn’t how I imagined this playing out. I chose to confront Lexi when Jessica was at work. Knowing she would defend her childhood friend with unwavering loyalty. This had to be done; however, I wasn’t prepared for the madness that would be its aftermath.
By T.D. Chronicler2 days ago in Filthy
Stranger In The Rain. Content Warning.
I never planned for it to happen. Not like that. Not with a complete stranger whose name I still don’t know. My name is Lila. I’m twenty-three, a freelance graphic designer who works from coffee shops and the tiny studio apartment I rent in downtown Seattle. That Friday night I’d been out with friends at a rooftop bar in Capitol Hill—laughing too loud, drinking tequila sunrises that tasted like summer and bad decisions. Around eleven the rain started, the kind that comes down in sheets and turns the city into a neon blur. Everyone else called Ubers and scattered. I stayed a little longer, chasing the buzz, until the bar kicked us out at closing.
By Chahat Kaur3 days ago in Filthy
My Roommate's Sister
Mason and Josh ended up chatting the entire three hour drive back to campus so it wasn’t until they were back in their dorm that Mason texted Leni for the first time. He let her know they had made it back to school safely and that he missed her already. He couldn’t help but smile at the screen when she responded saying she missed him too.
By Jo. Schmidt7 days ago in Filthy
Homecoming
The thing about a beach house is that you can smell the ocean even if you're far from it. It's funny seeing the leaves in the trees blow in the same wind that brings the smell of salt over to me. Before smelling the salt, I could pretend I was back on the opposite coast, living with roommates, not parents.
By Mary Magenta8 days ago in Filthy
Out of the “Blue”
In an era where the line between online identity and real-life consequence grows increasingly blurred, Eleonora Puglia’s debut feature Blue arrives as a striking and deeply resonant piece of cinema. Released by Breaking Glass Pictures, this provocative international drama wastes no time immersing viewers in a world that feels both hyper-contemporary and unsettlingly familiar. What unfolds over the course of one fateful night is a cautionary tale, but also a compassionate and human portrait of a young woman caught in forces far bigger than she understands.
By Ben Nelson14 days ago in Filthy
How Nervousness and Fear Affect Orgasms. AI-Generated.
It’s not something most people talk about openly, but emotional states—especially nervousness and fear—can have a powerful and sometimes surprising impact on sexual experiences, including orgasms. While we often think of arousal and climax as purely physical processes, they are deeply intertwined with the brain, emotions, and the body’s stress response. Understanding how fear and nervousness influence orgasms can help people better navigate their own experiences and improve both comfort and satisfaction.
By Timothy A Rowland19 days ago in Filthy
My Roommate's Sister
After dinner, Josh, Mason and Leni met up with some of Josh’s high school friends at the local movie theatre. The group included Greg, Patrick and a young lady named Cassidy who Mason noticed Josh gave an extra long hug too then put his arm around her while they were in line for popcorn.
By Jo. Schmidt24 days ago in Filthy
Why we brought BDSM into our 25 Year Marriage. Content Warning.
I just turned 50 and I've been married since I was twenty-three years old. That means I've spent more of my life with this man than without him. I know how he takes his coffee, what mood he's in from the sound of his footsteps, and exactly which conversation topics will send him into a twenty-minute tangent. We finish each other's sentences so often it's become a joke between our kids.
By Peggingpeggyabout a month ago in Filthy
