relationships

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For What It's Worth
I don't know how I ended up here. I was always the "good child", the child that every adult in the family would wish their kids took after. Although those type of accolades never made me feel any better because it made me the most hated amongst my cousins, I knew I had great potential to be somebody one day. It's ironic that trying to be somebody and do it the right way got me into this mess, and now I am not so sure there is an escape route. I have gone to sleep with wet eyes and wet thighs too many nights that I have honestly lost count, and if my mother knew that this is the life that I had resorted to, she would disown -- if not KILL me!
By De'Ja Wilcher9 years ago in Filthy
Awake in the Night
She sat on the bed and watched him pack his clothes. "You can't do this Erik. You can't leave," Grace shouted as tears streamed down her cheeks.
By Ashley9 years ago in Filthy
The Generation That Lacks Commitment
Trying to create a meaningful relationship in a hook-up culture is a special kind of hell. Growing up I was always taught no sex before marriage (mainly because I was a church kid) which there is nothing wrong with! When you take a step back and look at the world today and the generations, all relationships are built on sex. Sex has become a foundation and communication has become a foreign language. Why is this a generation that feels the need to be loved by physical touch instead of meaningful conversations and emotional connection? Why is this a generation where sex has become so easy, emotionless, and meaningless? It's hard for an old soul to find a relationship on a level they crave because the level no longer exists. We live in a generation that is solely built on technology, the old school dating no longer exists. The chivalry and high standards are no longer a thing. Women feel the need to be with an abusive man, as men feel the need to be with a manipulative woman. The standard of men are sissies if they report abuse, or get abused is sickening. Society believes and is so consumed with the idea that women are the only victims when in reality, there are more male victims than female. The reason the statistics are non-existent is that of this standard and men are afraid. Men don't want to admit they have been a victim because it makes them appear to be less superior. Hooking up is more common; you have sites like Tinder and Grinder that have become the new dating sites. You have men and women used for sex trafficking and nothing is meaningful anymore. The reality of trying to find a serious relationship is depressing. The possibility of finding a man or a woman without a child is few and far between. Babies are born out of wedlock and not properly cared for. Abortion has become frowned upon and people feel the need to judge someone based on their choice without knowing the circumstances. Free will is becoming less of a thing because there are too many criticisms and threats place upon a person for having an OPINION. Opinions are NOW becoming an attack or viewed as an attack on certain people when it is literally just an opinion. What happened to the times, what is this world coming to and why is there such a need to give your body to anyone of the opposite sex? Trust is the main factor in a lot of relationships failing. Lying has become easier and easier with no conscious of how you're making the other feel. Cheating is more common and easily accessible. When you question yourself as to why this generation is so consumed with hooking up instead of having a relationship, that's why. There is no trust, no boundaries, no self-respect, no common courtesy, all of those things are non-existent. We are told we are loved by someone and take them at their word. We don't make sure they are being genuine, real and serious because what does that even look like now? Technology has ruined dating and relationships for everyone because there is no trust. No trust comes from technology, deep meaningful conversations are done through text message instead of in person. The lack of commitment comes from our role models, aka our parents and grandparents. Divorce is more common these days and no one wants to put an effort to keep and maintain a relationship because they don't know how. No one wants to try because of their insecurities. The generation is doomed and unsure how to deal with these things because our role models have failed us. Our friends and past relationships have failed us, we've become desensitized to the reality that a real relationship needs communication. Not makeup sex when times get tough, not control, it needs communication, trust, and honesty. It needs effort. Trying to find those things in this generation is a special kind of hell.
By CD9 years ago in Filthy
Develop a Female-Led Relationship. Top Story - July 2017.
Why We Should Improve Our Males We all learn our gender roles from socialisation. This includes school, university, the workplace, the media, and from our parents and families. It's learnt from every single interaction we have with the society we live in, from the time we are born. Since much of society is still largely controlled by men, we learn that men should be in control and, despite many social advances, that it is still a woman's place to look after the home and children.
By Alexa Martinez9 years ago in Filthy
Daddy, Please
I shouldn't be doing this... Daddy will get mad at me, but it just feels so good I can't stop. I rubbed the vibrator against my clit and suddenly snapped. I came hard all over the purple toy I'd been using and was still rubbing the vibrator over my clit. My hips bucked against the toy. Once my orgasm was over, I cleaned off the toys and had started putting them away when I heard the door close and daddy's keys jangle.
By Delaney Moore9 years ago in Filthy
The Longing
Chapter 1 It was a hot day in mid-May ’77, Raleigh, North Carolina, when feeling the need for a cooling swim but, since the Hunsuckers were away for the weekend and I could not use the pool at their address, I decided I would take my beloved canine companion to the next best place: Walden Woods Clubhouse Pool.
By Julie Rae9 years ago in Filthy
Losing Control
Awaking to turn naturally in my sleep I find myself restrained. Desperately pulling at all sides, I find my hands and feet splayed out before the bed, each one tied to a post, leaving my body in a vulnerable x. I am encased in darkness by a blindfold. While I use my remaining senses to locate Jase, I contemplate when in the night he bound me so stealthily that I did not awake.
By Yivea Divine9 years ago in Filthy
Accidental Lust
"Pour me another", says Detective Alastair, speaking to the bartender, as his head is resting on the bartop. He frequently occupies this bar when he's had a rough day at work. Lately, the FHP has been getting the most bizarre cases and the only man good enough for these type of cases is Detective Frank Alastair. As the bartender is pouring his Bud Lite into a chilled glass, Alastair can't help recalling the day's events over and over again in his head.
By Tabby Gilmore9 years ago in Filthy
Why Does the Sex Have to Dwindle??
Imagine this, you've been with someone over five years. You are still being intimate but only a few times a week at best. It's frustrating!
By Bre Meli9 years ago in Filthy
Romantic Travels
We are heading down 1-95 towards Melbourne, FL. I think the heat is getting to me or maybe it’s the heat generating from between my legs. The sunroof is open and the wind is whipping through the Hummer. But as I sit here beside this tall chocolate handsome man of mine, all I can think about is getting to Miami and enjoying our romantic weekend.
By Charlene AC9 years ago in Filthy
The Russian Mafia
That summer was promising a lot of fun from the beginning. I broke up with my boyfriend who I had dated for 4 years. I lost weight, got that beautiful bronze tan and felt waaaaaay too confident. Parents went out of town for the summer. My girlfriend and I went to a bar for a drink and for an adventure.
By Yuliya Brown9 years ago in Filthy
His Sex Kitten
As I close my eyes seating here thinking of our secret moments together, I can feel and smell you. Reminiscing on yesterday when you came home early.
By Charlene AC9 years ago in Filthy