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Are you addicted to your boyfriend?
What IF I told you, you enjoy your servitude to toxicity? I want you to imagine for a second, a lab rat inside of a cage. We’ll call it, Rat A. There’s a lever that sticks out and a dispenser that pumps out pallets. Whenever this lab rat first pushes the lever down, a handful of pallets come down from the dispenser tube. 5 hours later, Rat A then proceeds to push the lever again and the same occurring event commences with a handful of pallets. This process is repeated with the same results again and again. Eventually,this rodent recognizes a similar pattern of pushing the lever and receiving the same result, only now, its not so rewarding since it’ll always equate to the same mundane results. Since the pallets will dispense whenever the lever is pulled down, the same action will continue statically, deeming it undesirable for the lab rodent to push it unless it needs to feed itself. At this point, it’ll only take advantage of the lever to dispense food because there is a continued regiment that is absolutely guaranteed, therefore the rat becomes bored.
By Kyle Smith5 years ago in Filthy
I Accidentally Fell in Love With my Ex "Best Friend's" Ex-Boyfriend
Exactly three years ago today, I made what would turn out to be the worst mistake of my life, but I didn't know that at the time. The day before was like any normal day for me; nothing was amiss. I was at the dog park with my best friend, a girl I had known for thirteen years. We were going to drop off my dog and then go to dinner with our friends, one of which was her ex-boyfriend, a man I had known for a decade. It was like any other day. We had all hung out hundreds of times. I had no way of knowing that in less than twenty-four short hours, my life would change.
By Kayla Nicole 9995 years ago in Filthy
A Secret No One Knew
A Secret No One Knew Sitting down staring at my phone. I get a text at a location to meet. My heart is pounding like thunder had just struck. I stand up and start walking in the direction given me to meet. Walking through an alley I see a little black book. The meeting place in a five minute walk so I decide to pick it up and read it along the way.
By LB Harpdog Creator Of Bampires5 years ago in Filthy
Rich & Rare| A Filth Odyssey|Episode 3: The Run Pt. 2
As Rex’s hot roaming tongue lapped against her opening, the muscles in her neck relaxed and she forgot all about the window, the ocean view, the Bobs, the Karens, the Katies, the Franks. Fuck them all. Her eyes opened again and her focus fell on the industrial-style light fixture on the ceiling. Rex paused his curling tongue for a moment to press two fingers inside. He slid his index and middle finger in about an inch and a half before gently and gradually pushing down. He released the pressure and Romy’s soft pleading moan gave him the confirmation to continue the rhythmic motion. He grinned and slid a palm up Romy’s exposed torso, lifting the hem of the elastic top to twist her nipple. Her hips bucked against him and he took the opportunity to slide his fingers in even further.
By Hanna Hell5 years ago in Filthy
The Little Black Notebook
Sniveling and blindly stumbling into the shop, Rebecca was certainly a sight for sore eyes. Must have been another break-up. She only ever frequented this particular bookstore on this particular street in search of a new book filled with wind-swept romance and lust and things that should only be discussed behind closed doors in a pursuit of happiness she found unattainable in real life.
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Filthy
First Love
It started out innocently. It wasn’t my intention to go all the way. But when you’re young, and someone says they care about you, that they love you, you fall for them. Especially when you’ve never done anything like that. I had never been in a relationship before, I had never had a boyfriend, and I had never been kissed. Twenty-one years old, and I haven’t ever had sex.
By Melissa Lenox5 years ago in Filthy
The Secrets to Unlocking a Woman’s Lasting Passion
“Be the flame, not the moth.” ― Giacomo Casanova Romantic passion is the powerful force responsible for the feeling of deep longing to be near your lover. The exquisite motivational pull that manifests as strong attraction, desire and infatuation, often sweeping you off your feet to affect you in love-crazy ways. A day in the life of romantic passion is one of life’s sweetest pleasures. Tell me, who could actually resist hours of kanoodling with their lover, delving into deep intimacy through hot kisses, intense sex, devoted bonding and dual-energetic creativity?
By Kim Petersen5 years ago in Filthy
My Mother’s Diary
I was born in Kingston, Jamaica at Jubilee hospital in the early 80’s. My father was fresh into the police force. He was a tall Indian man with a body of a god. My mother was fresh out of high school. She had African texture hair and body designed to drive a man insane from behind.
By Nathina Blake5 years ago in Filthy
