taboo
A look at words, acts, and fetishes that are often unjustly considered taboo.
My husband doesn't know how to choose his friends
My name is Camila, Kamy for my friends. At the time of the story I was 23 years old, my husband Carlos was 31 and his friend Daniel was 20. I am a short woman, 1.54m, with medium breasts and a nice butt, a bit big for my build. My measurements would be 90 chest, 63 waist and 99 hips.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
Lady by day, submissive mother by night
Chapter 1 Marital deception, mother-child sex. I don't know how to begin to describe what happened in our family. Perhaps it would be more convenient to begin by describing what we are like, the people who have played a leading role in the story I want to explain. I am a southern lady from North America, born in southern Texas. Southern women here have the reputation of being "hot-blooded" ladies, which, although it bothers me to have to admit, is really true.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
I want to see you with another
Friday night " I want to see you with someone else ," my husband tells me, then that tonight he can't sustain an erection long enough to penetrate me either. " Whatever you want is fine ," I tell him, as I often respond to his decisions.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
I watch porn at work and my boss catches me
I don't even know how I had gotten into this situation, well, yes I do know but the important thing was that right now I had in front of me a man who was not my husband giving me the most indecent instructions, while he looked at me authoritatively.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
Against the clock
Against the clock I met her one winter afternoon in a random coffee shop. She was like a halo of light, illuminating everything with her smile. I was a black hole, inevitably drawn to her light. I was drinking one of those barista coffees, very stylish and, from my perspective, of little value for its price, while reading a copy of The Name of the Wind, wearing large headphones whose pads had seen better days.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
My mother goes to the village and the countryman has dinner for her
That summer my father had to travel for work, but he didn't want to leave my mother and me, his only son, locked in our small house in the city, so he drove us to a small provincial town where a former co-worker had offered him his family home for a few days.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
The new angel twelve
Angel went into his room, took off his clothes and took a good shower. He knew the girl would come, so he set an alarm for five thirty in the morning. He dried himself and left the towel rolled around his waist. He didn't have to wait long, a soft knock on his door woke him from his reverie, he got up and proceeded to open the door. There, on the other side, was she, completely flushed and fragile as a feather.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
The Resort
When Charity’s husband, Steven, had come up from the beach, he was greeted by the sight of his wife riding another man’s cock on her beach chair. He grinned as he approached the chair, watching her giant tits bounce as she went up and down. Some men may not like fake breasts, but Steven loved his wife’s perky and large boobs. He especially loved watching them as she rode cock, whether it was his or another mans.
By Jo. Schmidtabout a year ago in Filthy
The Paper Crane Rebellion . AI-Generated.
Eshita always felt like a caged bird. In the bustling streets of Dhaka, where the scent of street food mixed with the relentless honking of rickshaws, she navigated her life with a head bowing to tradition and a heart yearning for flight. The invisible chains that held her were forged by customs passed down for generations, the expectations of her family, and the unyielding eyes of a society that seemed to dictate every step of her life.
By Chronicle Canvasabout a year ago in Filthy
Great sex with my friend's niece. Content Warning.
A beautiful autumn sunset, with pink and pearly hues, enveloped us on the way back. We were returning from a wedding by car and I was the one driving. The niece of one of my best friends ever was in the passenger seat. And where was my friend? Well, lying in the back seat snoring like a gorilla. What a mess he had become, the guy… His younger brother had married his long-time girlfriend and, after the event, the couple had rented a cocktail bar to continue the party until the early hours of the morning. And that was where we were heading.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
