Chasing Me Chasing You

An uncollared submissive struggling through depression, motherhood, and the constant craving of her next orgasm.

Fun in the Filth

I am anything but a clean freak. I have two small children, if I was concerned about dirt I would have broken a long time ago. But dirt and filth are not at all the same thing. Dirt and the house mess is just ground up cheerios and applesauce dried into the carpet. Filth, filth is beautiful.

To me, filth is that wonderful mixture of bodily fluids that you get covered in after an amazing round of sex. Semen, sweat, spit, and lube. Any combination creates a sticky mess that makes the room and everything in it smell of sex. After our scenes, even after I had been to the bathroom and washed up, I loved to come back to our room and just smell the lingering aroma of the evening. The fragrance practically calms me all by itself. Add the occasional smells of blood or piss and the feeling only deepens.

Normally anything that is describes as gooey is not for me. I’m a mom, I deal with it. I clean it up. But I don’t enjoy it. Sex goo is different. It’s filthy in an, “I’m a dirty girl” sort of way. It makes me feel accomplished. That state of filth is proof of the connection that Sir and I have. Before D/s  I would get up quickly after sex. Getting ‘clean’ was a priority. It was merely a product that needed to be cleaned and ignored. Now I appreciate what the filth/goo represents.

Even without D/s, or whatever our BDSM relationship turns into, I’m not going to go back to being ashamed of the various fluids of sex. They are something to be enjoyed and celebrated. I’ve found that often semen gets a lot of press. It’s pretty across some skinny girls tits or covering her face. Not that I’m arguing the validity of that. But I find the mix of everything so much more arousing. What he pulls out of me. What he inspires in me just as much as what I inspire in him. It’s filthy and it’s fun and it’s everything that makes me calm and happy. That aftercare blanket does get washed now and then, but it does have a wonderful smell of everything we are.

I think the word filth equates to something wrong for most people. They don’t want to be ‘dirty’ or seen that way. And, if I’m honest, going more than a day without a shower doesn’t make me feel great. But there are sometimes, when laying in bed, covered in sweat and sex feels so good. Changing the sheets can wait. Sometimes you just need to enjoy the filth.

7 Responses to “Fun in the Filth”

  • Melina Greenport

    Such a comfortable sense of reality and confidence in this post! These lines work so well: “It makes me feel accomplished.” And later, “What he pulls out of me.”

    • Rye

      Thanks. I hadn’t considered it confidence before, but that is a great way to put it.

  • Molly

    A massive yes to all of this. I love the sticky sweaty mess of sex and the heady aroma that it produces


  • f dot leonora

    i love the wat you savor the scents too, scent is a huge thing for me too. i love when i remember a scent of something long past… a scent can even change my mood, to whatever it was when i took in that scent…

    • Rye

      I also really respond to scent memory. I can really pull from the first time I encountered a smell or some memorable event that included it.

  • sub-Bee

    We are both clean freaks, I hate admitting it. I hate it when he makes me squirt because I hate the clean up required. His cum, saliva, sweat and lube, well they’re all good for me I will happily stay covered in those forever!

    • Rye

      I tend to find I am the same way. I am much more comfortable in his fluids than my own. That is slowly getting better, but still a challenge sometimes.


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