Romans & histoires Belly Button Fetish

Wearing them and masturbating with them was an amazing thrill. Fast-forward 8 years, and I'm now 25, living together with my girlfriend, who I am very much attracted to. Still indulging in my panty wearing fetish when alone, but my oral fixation had intensified and changed. I had been having fantasies about sucking cock for the last year. I didn't feel gay, or ashamed, it was just a lusty fantasy. I am still attracted to women, not men really at all. Just a nice big cock.

And he’s so sexy-God, who looks that good in the morning? To think he’s just in a plain black shirt and simple jeans but damn—those thighs can crush me and I would’ve even mind. And his hands, do I have a hand fetish? Is that a thing? At least it’s not a foot fetish and this isn’t me going after people who do, y’all do you but be honest, it’s a little weird to get turned on over someone else’s feet. Christ.

I say when I feel her body tense when I explore her waist with my fingertips. " Perfect." I whisper as I touch her belly, making small circles with my thumb. "Someone can come in." she says, and even with her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open, completely lost in the lust of our dirty talk, my girl still looks like an angel. Should I warn her that I'm like a fallen angel? "That makes it even more exciting." I pull her hair back, forcing her head back, brushing her lips against mine. "I have a fetish for your ass, Nelly. I've never seen anything prettier, but I promise I won't decide which part of you I love most until I see what's hidden between your legs."

And I devoured them. Belle moaned and groaned and whimpered my name while I gave her tits a tongue-lashing. I suckled and fondled to my heart's content. Very clearly, I'm a tits man, and I'd ended up with the most amazing circle of friends in that regard (or did the circle of friends lead to the fetish?). I made each pink nipple stand up and salute, and I bathed those beauties with love until she couldn't take it anymore and rolled off me.

But what could I do after having experienced a fetish with that man and being even more in need of something like that? The men in the movie caught my attention because they were all bald or with very short hair, and this reminded me of Pablo for obvious reasons, not to mention the muscles and penises of all sizes. So soon I was removing my pajamas and opening my nightstand to get my vibrator. The pink and cylindrical device emitted a small buzz when I turned it on, and started to vibrate in my hand, before I put it between my legs.

“My name is Sapphire and I’m here from Fantasies.” The muscles in Felix’s body visibly relaxed. Fantasies was an elite at home prostitute service. Their website allowed for patrons to pick any girl with whatever body specifications, kinks, accents, accessories or outfits the men desired. Fantasies ensured that all of their girls were devoid of STDs and had contraceptives so that men who wanted to enjoy the pleasure of sex without the pressure of condoms could be free to do so.

Her taut stomach, and her skinny waist with her cute little belly button, down to her fuzzy mound partially hidden by her thighs pressed and rubbing together. "Fuck, this is so hot," Gemma said. She'd abandoned her shirt entirely, standing next to you in her bra - fancy but functional, holding up and pressing her tits to her chest a bit. Not a pushup bra so much as a cross between lingerie and an athletic bra. She was still in her pantsuit pants, but her stomach was bare, showing she was fit, but not nearly as skinny as Sabrina. She had a softness to her stomach that fit her more voluptuous build. "Hold on," she said. "I just want to feel..." She reached down and put her hand on Sabrina's ba

ZAIA. He unbuckles his belt sexily. Slow and teasingly. The thin strip of hair that travels from his belly button down past his belt and into his pants makes me swallow hard. His defined V and his abs are all drool-worthy. He’s watching me with a hunger that I never thought I’d ever see again… One that makes me light-headed, but he’s playing on my emotions. I am not going to throw away everything I built for one taste of heaven and sin.

Layla gets up and looks at my cock like she has never seen one before. "-May I touch it? Layla asks curiously. -Of course, you can. Do you know what this is? -Umm… No… I have never seen one." Layla replies, touching my cock and making it get as hard as possible. While Layla was touching my dick, I explain to her that I am a futanari, gifted with both a pussy and a dick. She is mesmerized by my dick and keeps playing with it until I ask her nicely to stop.

I want to lose my mind. Entry 7.3: I wonder how it feels to have sex while blindfolded or in front of a mirror. A lump forms in my throat. For someone so shy, Felicity sure has some wild sexual fantasies. It's turning me on. And there's more. Entry 7.4: He'll pin my hands above my head and demand my surrender with his mouth, claiming my lips and worshiping my breasts. With his fingers, he will make me melt, pressing the secret button that transforms my excitement into ecstasy.