Romans & histoires Belly Button Fetish

I thought he would explode, but he instead playfully hooked his lips, his voice gentle, "As you wish, dear." His fingertips didn't stop. One button, two buttons, three buttons... The shirt was taken off. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, a perfect inverted triangle shape, revealing a large area of smooth and strong chest muscles, and faintly visible well-defined abs! "Want me to take off more?" He glanced at me casually, his fingers grasping the belt buckle, seemingly ready to take it all off if I nodded. I stared at him in disbelief, pulled the curtain shut abruptly, gritted my teeth. "Ryan! Are you sick? Exhibitionist?"

"You're not even close to there, baby, but I promise you will be. Lay down on the bed. Move the phone to the pillow." I did what he said. "Okay." "Cup your breasts." He waited a moment. "What color is your bra?" "White." It was the only color I owned. "I like white, but I'll add some color to your wardrobe so you can feed my phone sex fetish." I giggled. "You have a phone sex fetish?" "I do now. Stop talking, baby, and do what I say." Dominant Reed was taking over. I could hear it in his voice. "Pinch your nipples over the material."

“Tuck in. I want you to be prepared for later.” Vivid images of the Fifty Shades of Grey movie flash in my mind. What is he up to? Is he into BDSM, or does he want to go for old-fashioned candle wax? My lower abdomen is still sore from how he stretched me earlier. I need to be mentally prepared if he has such a fetish. While I am as puzzled as ever, he just smiles warmly and eats as if nothing has happened. “Was it fun earlier?” he asks. I feel my cheeks flushing with heat again as I think of how he had me moaning in the wild.

“Never intercourse but I had one guy who paid me a grand more than once to lick peanut butter off my body. There was a man who simply liked feet. He paid me five hundred bucks a session to massage my feet while I yelled obscenities at him. He was a nice guy but I’m pretty sure his mother made him rub her feet while she belittled him as a young boy.” “You yelled obscenities at him?” “Yes. His favorite ones were ‘bloody bastard’ and if he was close to finishing, he liked me to yell ‘fuck you and your father’.” She shrugged. “I was a college kid with no trust fund. I needed the cash.” “It was a fetish club then. Nobody actually beat you?”

"Well sometimes... I like it kind of rough. Your dad he... well let's just say he was pretty conservative in bed so he never really gave me any of the rough stuff I like. Now it's your turn. Do you have any, you know, fetishes." Billy hesitated slightly before making his confession. "I guess I have a bit of a bra fetish. I mean I like seeing pretty, mature women in their bras." "Pretty mature women... like your mom maybe?" "Yes," he said quietly, while praying she didn't think that was too weird. "Well I will keep your fetish in mind and maybe even try to indulge it one day soon... if you promise to do the same for your mother." He quietly nodded his assent before they both slipped off into

He was gentle when he tugged me to the edge of the divan, careful when he laid me back with my butt hanging off the side. My breasts began to leak when he pushed his hand beneath my blouse and found my bra, expertly releasing the front clasp and letting my milk-filled mounds spring free. He left my lips and made his way down to my chest, licking and sucking my flesh until I wanted to scream. One of his hands left my chest and made its way down to the button of my jeans, unsnapping it before tackling the zipper. I came soft and sweet as soon as he cupped my heat beneath his palm, and he smiled against my lips as I tasted my milk on his. I think Gabriel has some kind of fetish when it comes to

"Say I'm daddy's belly boy. Daddy's fertile little belly boy." For a second I thought I had gone too far. I hadn't thought through what I was saying, but when it registered I thought Brad might be disgusted or weirded out by my fantasy and kink. I'd never confided in anyone about it. No one knew I was getting off on thoughts of pregnant men, full of my seeds, carrying my baby. Actually, man plural. Brad was the only man I wanted for the past two years. Thankfully, Brad spoke before I could apologize for making him uncomfortable with what I said. Brad let out the sexiest moan I'd ever heard. "Yeah, I'm daddy's belly boy. Fuck, yeah. I'm daddy's fertile little belly boy."

“Do you need a break?” I shake my head, not as a response to his question, but to the internal battle about to consume me. “Good.” He assumes it is my reply and resumes his job. I take a deep breath. Eyes on him, but not for long I start battling the urge to look down. Foot fetish is my dark fantasy. One that I’d rather take to my grave than explore. Because one silly mistake and it may affect my brand. “Pose like you're selling those straps to me.” He groans, quite frustrated at my poses. “Tilt your face… just a little…”

Isabella asked, unable to fully suppress the quiver in her voice. "I believe so, yes. The people I've interacted with and have had conversations about the fetish with have been men." Victoria toyed with the hem of her tank top, flashing Isabella a look at her tan stomach. Although her words were innocent, the glint in her eyes suggested she knew exactly how Isabella felt about the topic. "But who knows? Maybe there are some girls out there who get just as hot as the guys do," she said with a smile. "Maybe." Isabella tried not to sound too interested. "I mean, I can see how people are into pee and ass licking, but I just can't wrap my head around the whole shit-eating thing," she deflected.

As I moved towards the master bedroom, I could hear the sounds of pleasure and ecstasy slipping through the gap of the door. Looking thrоugh the little gap by the dооr, I saw my fiancée on all fours with her ass in the air, getting fucked dоggiе style bу Ellen, who had on a strap-on dildo. Selena's hands were tied and hooked up to the poles by the head of the bed. Mу fiancee has a small fetish about being tired and rendered immobile or rеѕtrаinеd. Once ѕhе iѕ, she's willing to go along with anything you want. She really gets turned on by it.