Belly Button Fetish Novels & Stories

"Oh yeah, could we? That was the best sex ever, for sure. I never would have thought I'd be some kind of butt slut anal whore, but Mr. Canon's been teaching me so much about sex and sexuality. What's your favorite thing to do with him?" I looked to Tabitha curiously. She blushed -- an impressive deception, if it was that -- and took a moment before mumbling, "Um, he sort of gave me a... spanking fetish?" "Oh my gosh, hashtag spanking, hashtag schoolgirl, hashtag petite -- you guys are like a walking fetish video. That's so cool!" "How is spanking any different from the anal sex thing? Aren't we both walking fetishes?"

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV "Use your feet." I gulp at that, "My... ffe... feet." "Yes love, use your feet just like you would use your hands on my cock." I swallow again, this... is a new thing to me; I've never met anyone with a feet fetish before.

The reminder of that thick stretch of cock. “Hold the fuck up.” I berated myself, stifling the images that stuck itself in my mind but the point remained. He wasn't a lonely old man or some rich bastard having a midlife crisis. He was at the prime of his life. Someone like him could have anyone he wanted with the snap of his fingers. Why would he stoop to watching cam girl content? Was it a thrill? Some kind of addiction? A secret fetish? Was I the only one he was watching or just a roster amongst many?

Fabian laughed softly, a hoarse and predatory sound. "I haven't even started indeed." He pushed the panty fabric aside with two fingers, exposing the hot and wet flesh. His thumb brushed directly on the bare clit. "Look at this... swollen, red, begging. I bet if I shove two fingers in now, you cum on the spot." Jessica gripped the counter with both hands, nails digging into the wood. The bar was full, people talking, low music, but no one seemed to notice what was happening down there. Or maybe they did and pretended not to.

I am tight — tighter than I realized — and so wet that my finger slides in easily, my walls clenching around the intrusion. "Add another finger. Stretch yourself open." I add my index finger alongside the first, and the stretch makes me gasp. I've never fingered myself with more than one before — it always felt like too much — but now, with my body this aroused, it feels incredible. "Now curl your fingers. Toward your belly button. There's a spot in there — a rough, spongy spot. Find it." I curl my fingers, searching, and then I feel it — a slightly different texture on my front wall, and when I press against it—

"Fuck me, Toby. Make me yours. I want your cock inside me. I want it so bad..." She was a lesbian with a fetish. Not, as you may have guessed, a fetish for cock, or for men, or even for not being a lesbian. Nope - Beth knew exactly who she was. She knew what she wanted, and she knew that it wasn't men. Beth liked pussy, exclusively, and (just for fun) I had decided not to mess with that. Instead, I gave her my fetish. Beth, just like me (and just like everyone else I turned, to be fair), had a pregnancy fetish.

His hands gently touched her clit and she jerked in excitement. “Wet,” he said dryly, as though mainly talking to himself. “Would she be as wet as this, I wonder?” Felicia looked back in confusion. Did he have a fetish that she was going to have to fulfill? Most men liked to call out the name of their lovers and fantasies when they were with her. Felicia usually would not mind, but this was different. This, she had offered herself willingly for. Men usually pay for their pleasure with her, and through that she could let them be a fucking rat if she wanted to.

The mix of our arousal impregnates the air around us. Impregnate. He has a breeding kink; he’s fetish is to cum inside me and watch his seed run down my legs. He hasn’t use a condom with me, is not like we are going to catch a disease or get pregnant, so bareback it is. It felt oddly good, yet something within me tells me this is all wrong.

It wasn't long before the tape on her left breast came loose. The guy tried to move his head but she gently held it in place. "Wait for your brother" She whispered as though she were really breastfeeding. As she said it she felt his hard on grow and press into her leg. It was obvious that he had a mommy fetish. He seemed to take the order well as he began to swirl his tongue on her nipple whilst sucking harder. She felt an orgasm building as her nipple got assaulted. She didn't want to cum this early but she didn't have a choice. Her body shuddered as she felt herself explode.

The screen showed a woman in a sterile hospital room, sweat-slicked and straining, her legs splayed wide on the stirrups as the baby's head crowned. I remember freezing, my dick twitching in my jeans for no goddamn reason. It wasn't the baby; it was her... the raw, animal power ripping through her body, the way her pussy stretched impossibly around that emerging life, lips swollen and slick with fluids. I jerked off that night for the first time to the memory, cum spilling over my fist as I imagined being there, close enough to touch. Years later, the fetish had burrowed deep, like a parasite feeding on my soul. By day, I coded algorithms for a faceless corp, smiling at meetings, flirting ha