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Porn-pocalypse!
The internet has made communication incredibly fast, and put nearly anything you want to find right at your fingertips. Being the hairless bonobos that we are, we almost instantly filled it with porn and kink. It was a huge boom for the porn industry, at first, but soon things began to sour as LimeWire and other file-sharing services became the preferred porn method (despite serious security issues with file-sharing). Then came Porn Hub, who put up old content that was no longer drawing in members for the premium sites. They weren’t the first, and now there are so many it was impossible to pin down the ground-zero for the disease that is likely going to shut down porn as we know it.
By Mickey Finn9 years ago in Filthy
Ye Olde Kinkery
Bondage and Domination didn’t begin with 50 Shades of Grey any more than pornography began with Deepthroat. The practices, as we know them today, go back over a century. To be fair, they go back much further, but they weren’t formally discussed or written down until it became important to have set rules in London’s Red Light District. Yes, stuck up, posh London society during the reign of Queen Victoria was the soil that grew all those kinky vines we love today. That dirty, dirty soil. It was watered with tears of mourning for thousands of men sent to die around the world in defense of the Empire. The glorious British Empire, on which the sun never set, had a very naughty streak when the sun went down.
By Mickey Finn9 years ago in Filthy
8 Sexual Positions for Underachievers
Girl on top? The only thing I'll be on top of this year is filing my taxes on time. My legs look and feel like two Twinkies that melted together so the only way I can pull off any position with "Cowgirl" in the title is by squatting like I’m pooping in the woods. Pinterest told me to do squats in between commercial breaks to build endurance, but come on. I’m not an Olympian.
By Ellie Guzman9 years ago in Filthy
Rough Rider
I am focusing on my ass as I ride home; Only because my bicycle seat is as comfortable as a jagged rock. I let my mind drift away from the annoying pain and look into the snow strewn sky. Why did I ride my bike in this weather? Why am I not at home under the covers taking photos of my thighs, of my lips?
By Samantha James9 years ago in Filthy
The Noises from Next Door
You're lying in bed with someone you shouldn't be, trying not to listen to the couple next door. *** “There must be some mistake,” Gemma didn’t look happy, her arms were folded across her chest and her jaw was clenched. “There should be two separate rooms. Can you check again please?”
By Mars Benway9 years ago in Filthy
Wacky Sex Toy of the Week: 'Ovipositor Dildos'
This third edition of Wacky Sex Toy of the Week features some truly unique toys...yes, they’ve all been pretty unique so far, but these are uniquer. Uniqueful. Uniquest. Yes, perhaps even more so than a dildo affixed to a pogo stick or a penis fly trap, and Lord knows those are hard to beat. Before the dazzling reveal (which the title has absolutely already given away, but we’ll be ignoring that), let us begin by setting the scene a little. Have you ever dreamed of being stranded upon a moist and marvelous alien planet and stumbling on a singularly tentacular surprise? Ever had fond fantasies of your spaceship being boarded by an egg-bearing love monster looking for a few comfortably damp orifices to nestle its future offspring within? Ever woke in a desirous sweat from tingly thoughts of braving the briny oceanic depths, only to discover a lustful octoid wonder of times gone by...well, you get the idea. Point is, they’re ovipositors. Yes, that does mean what you think it means. The products in question are Primal Hardwere’s selection of ovipositor dildos: ‘Splorch’, ‘Krubera’, ‘Squick’, and ‘BedBug’. Essentially, these are squishy and tentacle-esque dildos from which messily splort a gelatinous egg into the ardour-bedewed lust-burrow of your choice, where it slowly and slimily melts with your body heat into a clearish alien ooze. (Unless, presumably, you immediately retrieve it, which, if you’re caught in the process, would have to be the #1 most awkward thing to explain to a roommate).
By Anne St. Marie9 years ago in Filthy
After the Beach
I can never understand why lying on the beach all day is so exhausting. We’d arrived late in the morning, after a lazy breakfast, and had spent the best part of the day lying in the sun, snorkelling in the perfect crystal-blue sea, and then lying in the sun again. We’d bought our beach tennis set with us, but hadn’t quite mustered the energy to actually do anything with it. We definitely hadn’t gone for an afternoon run through the surf like some of our fellow beach-goers. In fact, we’d barely moved all day. We’d chatted, read our books, drank some beer, and dozed in the sun.
By Mars Benway9 years ago in Filthy
Wacky Sex Toy of the Week: Mike's Spikes
Wacky Sex Toy of the Week is back again, loyal readers, and this week we’ve got a Sarlacc-esque surprise for you. Ready? Feast your eyes on ‘Mike’s Spikes’, a really, really well-made way for you to experience IRL that one nightmare your vengeful ex-girlfriend occasionally threatens to make reality. (Or, if you were the person who closed your eyes and wished last birthday for ‘kinda like a bear trap, but for my penis’, this may be your sweetest dream come true).
By Anne St. Marie9 years ago in Filthy
