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The Can Can Girls
The Can Can Girls I remember that night clear as anything, not because it was grand, but because of the stir it caused, the kind that settled in a room and would not leave, no matter how people tried to laugh it off. The place was packed tight, chairs scraping, voices loud, smoke hanging low, and pints lined up like they meant business, every man already half gone before anything had even begun.
By George’s Girl 2026 5 days ago in Filthy
How Nervousness and Fear Affect Orgasms. AI-Generated.
It’s not something most people talk about openly, but emotional states—especially nervousness and fear—can have a powerful and sometimes surprising impact on sexual experiences, including orgasms. While we often think of arousal and climax as purely physical processes, they are deeply intertwined with the brain, emotions, and the body’s stress response. Understanding how fear and nervousness influence orgasms can help people better navigate their own experiences and improve both comfort and satisfaction.
By Timothy A Rowland9 days ago in Filthy
My Furry Yaoi Manga is out
I am happy to say my Manga is finally out; it is a milestone in my life, but as a first-time author trying to promote my first-ever published book, it is a lot harder than it looks. Sure, you can Google the how, the what, and the dos and don’ts. How many out there are having trouble selling your books? Well, I am writing this blog to tell you about my book and why I think you’ll enjoy it.
By stephanie borges2 months ago in Filthy
Queen's Knight
What I noticed most was the way his fingers held the microphone before he spoke. It was a firm grip, and he placed it into the position that he wanted without hesitation. After that, when his hands moved, I was captivated by his caressing of the notebook pages when he recited his poetry. Then his fingertips stroked the paper, and I caught my breath. No, no, he wasn't caressing them, I imagined it, wanted to think of him gently touching...me. Now, all four fingers on the mic stand, slightly splayed, his entire hand visible. Strong hands, and I knew he was speaking, pouring words over the audience, yet all I could see and feel was his hands. My own hand had been barely resting against my throat, and dropped to the front of my blouse, my thumb grazing my erect nipple. I bit back the moan, and held my breath, and his gaze rested on me as he ended the second poem. His face lit up, and he strode towards me, never breaking eye contact. My heart hammered, and I felt a rush of arousal when I saw the way he looked at me. The vibe washed over me like a tidal wave, but I told myself I must be projecting. I must. “You came,” he said, “just as you said you would.”
By LP Steinbeck4 months ago in Filthy
Humiliation Made Me Submissive . Content Warning.
October 28th (Later) The party was a dying animal. Its pulse, the music, had slowed to a thrumming, melancholic love song from a decade ago. The roar of a hundred conversations had dwindled to the low murmur of the last few stragglers, the clinking of bottles collected by the help, the weary groans of furniture being shifted. The air in the main hall was stale, a graveyard of spilled drinks, shattered papadum, and exhausted perfume.
By Chahat Kaur5 months ago in Filthy
Meeting My Ex At A Party. Content Warning.
The Balcony October 28th I saw him across a sea of familiar-unfamiliar faces, and for a second, the last five years didn't just vanish; they were violently erased. The air, thick with the smell of tandoori kebabs, spilled whiskey, and too much perfume, went thin. The bass of the bhangra track thumping from the speakers inside seemed to sync with a sudden, hard pulse in my throat.
By Chahat Kaur5 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
My eyes widened as I continued to listen to you, hearing you out as best as I could while looking towards you, seeing you scoot yourself closer to me. "You wanna spend more time with me? Just, with me and nobody else?" I say quietly, hearing you talk about how close you want the two of us to be. "I.. you? Want to be close to me? How.. close, are you thinking?"
By Forest Green6 months ago in Filthy
Writing Gay Taboo Erotica
Most people write love stories to be understood. I write the ones people are afraid to admit they want. There’s something electric about that, about stepping into a story that society would rather you not tell. The kind that carries both heat and shame, longing and defiance. The kind that makes people whisper, then secretly read every word.
By Julian Kane6 months ago in Filthy
My Bf - Small Dick. Content Warning.
October 12th I’m writing this down because if I don’t, I think my skin might just split open from the pressure of keeping it all inside. My name is Anya, I’m twenty-four, and I live in a shared apartment in a dusty, loud, beautiful corner of South Delhi. And I have a secret that is so loud, it’s a wonder the entire neighbourhood can’t hear it screaming in the silence between my heartbeats.
By Chahat Kaur6 months ago in Filthy
