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When Relationships Feel Unsafe And Trust Feels Impossible To Build
The insecurity in a relationship can be started with the emotional wounds that were not healed completely in the past. Betrayal, abandonment or emotional neglect are painful experiences that leave impressions to the heart. These memories reappear even in the time of entering a new relationship influencing the way in which people can interpret the actions and intentions. Minor miscommunication may be intimidating, and it causes fear and rejection. The nervous system remains in a state of vigilance awaiting pain instead of contact. Love is a source of anxiety rather than solace where one is hard pressed to relax and trust. This emotional condition puts walls between them despite the intention of the couple to be close and understanding.
By Tiana Alexandra13 days ago in Filthy
When desires break the rules
The first rule was simple: don’t touch. I broke it the moment his hand closed around my wrist, heat flaring where skin met skin, the kind of heat that doesn’t ask permission. We were standing too close, breathing the same air, pretending this was still innocent while my body had already made its decision. Every warning I’d rehearsed dissolved under the slow drag of his thumb against my pulse, a silent promise of everything we weren’t supposed to want—and everything I was already aching to take.
By Crazy story writer ✍️ 14 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The party had begun and Jamie had entered. Her brown hair was done perfectly as it was short. She wore a shirt black dress and black pantyhose covering her long legs. She goes over to a bar where she is greeted by a slightly younger man with a goatee.
By Forest Green14 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
On a long summer day in a trailer, Keri was reading a book just being in a white t-shirt and red panties. Then she heard a knock on the door. She went up to the door and looked out at the window. "Hey Keri. Are you in there? It's me, Katie." She saw that it was Katie. "Hi, we missed you at the wrap party today," Katie said. I’m not in a partying mood, keri replied. She had the same reaction Katie did when she saw one of her castmates stroking himself with her panties while he was in her trailer. The two women sat on the couch together. While watching tv keri moves closer to katie and kisses her. Katie proceeds to kiss Keri while Keri runs her fingers through Katie's hair. As Keri takes off her shirt and panties and places them and the two lay on the couch, Katie then begins rubbing on Keri's bra and kisses on her from her lips down to her neck. Her tongue twisted with Keri’s tongue while playing with her nipples. She then kisses her all the way down to Keri’s stomach right to her small boobs. Katie went to place two fingers into Keri’s pussy. With keri moving closer katie goes deep inside. Her fingers are going much faster inside keri’s pussy. With the fingering still on, Katie also rubs on Keri's ass, squeezing it gently. Keri moans loudly and presses her hips against Katie. Eventually Katie briefly stands to remove all of her clothing. She lifts up her pink t-shirt, unhooks her bra and unbotton her denim shorts. As she pulls them, Katie also pulls her panties down along with the shorts, revealing her very hairy bush to Keri. When she saw Katie naked it was the hottest thing she had ever seen, she couldn’t help herself from staring at her naked body. They decide to use lotion to make their experience go more smoothly. Keri sees the lotion bottle as Katie throws her clothes aside.
By Forest Green14 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
Around six o'clock in the morning on sunday valery is walking on the beach wearing a yellow two piece bikini and her man Nicholas is helping her carry a basket of food and a red blanket. There was no one else around as the beach usually opens to the public on Sunday at nine. "Let’s put the stuff down here," Valery told Nicholas, referring to the spot she always sits when she goes with her friends during the summers. It was still dark and the two could barely see the city skyline which people could see as it was very close to the beach. As Nicholas places the blanket on the sand he then puts the blanket there for them to eat on. But there was not enough food, only just sandwiches, a bottle of fruit punch and a coconut that was cut in half. But they were not just there to eat. Valery takes off her yellow bikini top and places it by her side. She briefly uses the coconuts to hover over her huge tan lined tits to tease Nicholas and he gets hard through his blue shorts. She then places the coconuts on the blanket, pours the fruit punch into the coconut pieces. She bites into her chicken sandwich and sees his erected cock poking through his shorts.
By Forest Green14 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
Bonnie is sitting in her room working on her computer. She shuts it down and heads downstairs. She walks in her living room, seeing her assistant Jake playing a video game. "Oh Bonnie, I'm sorry. I was just about to." he was about to say then she cut him off. She requests that he follow her into the kitchen. After kissing him for nearly a minute she asked him. "Have you been with an older married woman before?" "Sometimes." he replied. "Well you’re in for a big surprise, honey." she said, pulling him closer to her.
By Forest Green14 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
I smirk as you cum everywhere and all over my cock while moaning. "Oh fuck yes. I'm close too now." I groan. You continued to thrust into me, my pussy tightening around your shaft as a result of my intense orgasm, increasing your pleasure.
By Forest Green14 days ago in Filthy
Bless Me, Father. AI-Generated.
A Sentence That Has Never Grown Old “Bless me, Father” is one of the most emotionally charged phrases in human history. Though deeply rooted in religious tradition, its power transcends belief systems, cultures, and time. These words do not belong solely to churches or confessionals; they belong to every human heart that has ever carried regret, guilt, fear, or longing for forgiveness. In a world that constantly demands perfection, strength, and moral clarity, Bless me, Father feels almost revolutionary. It is an admission of weakness in an age that rewards invincibility. It is a plea for mercy in a society that often confuses accountability with cruelty. This article explores the spiritual, psychological, and cultural meaning of Bless Me, Father—why it continues to resonate, why humans cannot escape the need for forgiveness, and why grace remains one of our deepest necessities. The Origin of the Confession Historically, Bless me, Father originates from Christian confession, a ritual where believers openly acknowledge sins before seeking absolution. Yet confession itself is far older than organized religion. Ancient civilizations practiced public admissions of wrongdoing, purification rituals, and symbolic acts of repentance. Confession emerged not as punishment, but as release. Early societies understood something modern culture often forgets: guilt, when left unspoken, poisons the soul. To confess was to cleanse—not just spiritually, but psychologically. Why Humans Need to Confess Confession is a human instinct. Long before laws, courts, or therapy, people needed a way to unload the weight of moral failure. Psychologically, guilt activates stress responses in the brain. Suppressed guilt increases anxiety, depression, and emotional numbness. Confession interrupts this cycle. Speaking the truth—especially about our worst moments—restores internal balance. This is why people confess to: Priests Therapists Loved ones Journals Anonymous strangers online The structure changes, but the need remains constant. The Emotional Weight of Guilt Guilt itself is not evil. Healthy guilt signals moral awareness and empathy. It tells us when we have violated our values. But when guilt is denied or prolonged, it transforms into shame—the belief that I am bad, not I did something wrong. Bless me, Father represents the turning point where guilt is confronted before it becomes shame. It is the moment a person chooses truth over denial. The Father Figure: Authority, Fear, and Comfort The word Father carries profound symbolic meaning. It represents authority, discipline, protection, judgment, and love—all at once. For some, the father figure is nurturing. For others, it is intimidating or absent. Addressing a “Father” is therefore deeply psychological. It means confronting the internal voice that measures our worth. When someone says Bless me, Father, they are not just speaking to religion—they are speaking to authority itself, asking whether failure leads to rejection or mercy. Forgiveness: The Most Misunderstood Virtue Forgiveness is often mistaken for weakness. In reality, it is one of the most demanding human acts. Forgiveness does not mean: Forgetting harm Denying responsibility Canceling consequences Forgiveness does mean: Choosing healing over endless punishment Allowing growth after failure Separating identity from mistakes A blessing does not erase the past—it loosens its grip on the future. Grace in a World Without Mercy Modern culture often celebrates accountability but resists grace. Social media amplifies mistakes, freezes people in their worst moments, and offers little room for redemption. Public confession today often leads to humiliation rather than healing. This is why private confession—spoken or internal—has become more important than ever. Bless me, Father quietly resists a culture of permanent condemnation. It insists that people are more than their failures. Modern Confession: Therapy, Silence, and Screens As religious participation declines in many societies, confession has not disappeared—it has migrated. Therapy rooms have become modern confessionals Social media posts serve as public admissions Anonymous forums act as judgment-free spaces Private journaling replaces spoken ritual Each form reflects the same desire: to be known without being destroyed. Self-Forgiveness: The Final and Hardest Confession Many people can accept forgiveness from others yet remain trapped in self-punishment. Self-forgiveness requires humility, honesty, and compassion. To forgive oneself is not to excuse wrongdoing, but to accept humanity. It means learning without self-destruction. When spoken inwardly, Bless me becomes a radical act of self-mercy. Why “Bless Me, Father” Still Matters This phrase survives because it names a truth modern language often avoids: humans fail, and they need grace to continue. In an era obsessed with productivity, moral superiority, and public judgment, Bless Me, Father reminds us that dignity is not earned by perfection—but preserved by forgiveness. Spirituality Beyond Religion Even for those without religious belief, the emotional structure of confession remains essential. People still seek absolution—if not from God, then from conscience, community, or self. Grace is not owned by religion. It is a human requirement. The Quiet Power of Mercy Mercy does not make headlines. It does not trend. It operates quietly—in conversations, apologies, reconciliations, and silent decisions to move forward. Yet mercy changes lives more permanently than punishment ever could. Conclusion: A Prayer Hidden in Plain Sight Bless me, Father is not a declaration of holiness. It is an admission of humanity. It is spoken by those who stumble yet refuse to surrender to despair. It is carried by people who believe that failure does not cancel worth. In a noisy world that punishes mistakes loudly, this ancient phrase survives as a quiet truth: We do not need perfection to be worthy of grace. We need honesty. We need courage. And sometimes, we simply need to ask for forgiveness.
By Zahid Hussain16 days ago in Filthy
