taboo
A look at words, acts, and fetishes that are often unjustly considered taboo.
Sex with a Neighbor
It was a hot night in August. You know—the kind of night that's so humid you can swim in it. And I was so hot. Jeez, was I hot. I kept playing The Beach Boys and checking my temperature. The thermometer read 98.6 degrees. I’d been walking around my apartment in the raw for two hours; doing headstands and my whole gymnastics number. Alex was away for two damn weeks, down there in the Caribbean, of all places. In August.
By Lizzie Boudoir10 years ago in Filthy
Sex in Witchcraft
Sorcery is a recurrent phenomenon in human history, as its contemporary manifestations attest, and always it is found to be amalgamated with sex. The universality of this age-old relationship explains the fascination it has exerted on theologians, historians, jurists, anthropologists, and psychologists, who have applied their combined energies to the study of the subject. In western culture, the classic eruption of witchcraft lasted from around the 13th century to the end of the 18th, and also involved important religious and political elements. That these factors were all cemented together by superstition, hypocrisy, and viciousness is just a testimony to the basic nature of the human animal.
By Filthy Staff10 years ago in Filthy
Bookstore Sex
It was the middle of the night. Jake was tossing and turning. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get to sleep. He knew what the problem was…he was horny as hell. All that he could think about were the sounds that had come from his neighbors apartment several nights ago that had kept him "up." Though he had thoroughly enjoyed the aural stimulation, he desperately wanted something more. It had been a few weeks since him and his girlfriend had broken up. However, he wasn’t interested in a relationship. However, most of the women that he had pursued wanted just that, and Jake wasn’t good at lying. Yet, he was shy when it came to being forthright about sex. He didn’t want to look like he was trying to give a chick a hard time.
By Filthy Staff10 years ago in Filthy
Religious Sex Objects
Long, long ago, when man was very young, and the moon was still mistress of the night skies, the earth was a wondrous place filled with gods, demons, sorcerers, and djinns. Miracles were real, and magicians accomplished stupendous feats. There was no pollution, no smog, no nuclear sword of Damocles dangling over the green fields and blue seas. Best of all, there were no Kremlins or Pentagons where sleep was forbidden to enter. Although darkness provided cover for terrors and evils, it also afforded protection for lovers, who did the same things by the dying embers of fires that they do now in centrally heated apartments.
By Filthy Staff10 years ago in Filthy
Couples Fantasies and Their Meanings
These are the sexual fantasies of Anita R., a 36-year-old woman who stands at 5’4” and is in excellent health. Anita has something of a Jackie Kennedy look, with a wide-bridged nose and wide-set eyes. She is a dog trainer, although she originally taught mathematics at a local college. She is married but has no children.
By Filthy Staff10 years ago in Filthy
Sex On a Plane
There are beaches of black sand where he has been. Wherever he has come from, there are hours on the way home over Africa where there is nothing down there. Sometimes it’s nighttime and all you are aware of is perhaps a wave or two of turbulence, a heave from the day’s heat, even at thirty thousand feet.
By Filthy Staff10 years ago in Filthy
Swinger Sex Advice
It was her first orgy. "There were six couples not counting Shawn and me. When we got there they were just getting acquainted, the same way people would at a straight party. Asking all the ordinary party questions: What do you do? How many children (or dogs) do you have? Did you see Clockwork Orange? Only they also asked: How long have you been swinging? Did you ever swing with so-and-so? I knew that in an hour or so, the men would start putting their hands on the thighs of other men's wives and soon everyone would go off and ball someone else's spouse. Maybe there would be more exotic things too—threesomes, foursomes, daisy chains. I was nervous. I just wished I knew exactly how it would start to happen, how you were supposed to behave. I was afraid I'd do something, well, embarrassing. I went over to Karin, the wife half of the couple who had invited us to the party. Karin, whispered, 'What do you do in between?"."
By Filthy Staff10 years ago in Filthy
Dissatisfied Sex on the Couch
She sat on her couch in silence, her thoughts consuming her. She ran her fingers through her dark, short hair, closing her eyes and focusing on her breathing. Recent events had left her wondering how they had gotten to this stage. The more she thought about their relationship now the more she thought about how they had first met and how wonderful things had been back then. She was 22 and had been making her way to her new flat. She was still very unfamiliar with the area and had yet to make any friends. She had decided to take a walk, but didn’t want to go too far, in case she managed to get herself lost. Regardless of her intention, she had managed to do exactly that. She felt very foolish and walked into a cafe to get out of the rain. She sat down for a coffee, taking a look around the cafe as she did so. She called a friend to ask for directions, but got her voicemail.
By Lizzie Boudoir10 years ago in Filthy
Rebound Sex or Love?
Damn I have so many books! Every time I go to my storage space, I feel overwhelmed. How did I accumulate so much stuff in only the 20 years since I got out of college? Well, the love of books just leads to more and more, I guess. Maybe I’ll sell some of my books someday, but that day still hasn’t come. Instead, I go to the storage and stand between the two 8' tall rows of over 100 boxes and say, "You’re out of your mind, Ben." Still, one advantage of my storage situation is that I met Lily Snapsit. She’s very pretty but quirky, too. She has a space a few feet across the aisle from mine, and I got to know her because we both go there at the same unlikely hours to do our thing. My thing is to stare at my books and ask myself where to begin to start selling them. Her thing is to take pinup pictures of herself in the empty space. Lily "Snapsit"—you see?
By Irv O. Neil10 years ago in Filthy
Laid Off in More Ways than One
I still can’t believe it happened. Had I not been laid off from my job as a flight attendant, it never would have. It’s true that every cloud has a silver lining. I really enjoyed my job, as I love to travel. When I heard that I was soon to be unemployed, I was depressed. Two of my girlfriends invited me out dancing, and I happily accepted, needing to forget my troubles. But once we arrived at the club, I didn’t feel all that comfortable. As a dark-skinned black woman, I felt very out of place in a crowd of mostly whites. So I decided I’d just hang out at the bar.
By Lizzie Boudoir10 years ago in Filthy
Origin of Sex in Religion
Before the dawn of civilization, man was little more than an animal, and he naturally had not even the tiniest part of a fraction of the knowledge which we moderns possess. But he did have a vast capacity for wonder—a capacity which, unfortunately, has drastically declined today. Early man was incessantly mystified, and given to pondering the mysteries. Things which are commonplace and explicable enough to us of today were uncomprehended, mysterious, and beyond exploration to him. All apparently complex phenomena filled our primitives with a kind of holy dread; and it was reasonable for them, in their ignorance, to ascribe all strange manifestations to supernatural forces. Sex was not immune to these superstitious beliefs. The origin of religion is uniquely linked to the sexuality of the culture it is attached to.
By Filthy Staff10 years ago in Filthy
