Romans & histoires Belly Button Fetish

He placed both of his hands on my waist, encouraging me to move faster than I am, and just as I reach my climax, I groan in frustration as he again shifted our positions, this time moving quicker behind me and slapping my butt. “You enjoy it when I fuck you behind, love?” Once he stated those words, I experienced a chill down my spine. I might have felt like the luckiest young noble alive if we had been doing this in my first life, but just now, I felt the complete opposite. He is now no more to me than a physical toy that I can use to enjoy myself. I wasn't always like this, but perhaps that was due to the seal that had been inscribed on my body. Now that I can't resist it, it feels as thou

Axel walks to the box and hands it to the man. “Foot fetish,” the man reads. “I did not expect that at all,” he says, chuckling. “Alright, are you up next, miss?” Foot fetish? I’m surprised, too. Not that I hate feet or anything, but Axel’s just never said anything about it. I walk up to the board and have a look at the options. There’s about 20. I run through the list, immediately dismissing at least 80% of the options. Domination … nope.

"You look a little nervous honey. Do you need to suck my cock for a minute to help you relax?" I reached up and touched it once again. It felt so real. I couldn't explain my fascination with it. I was drawn to it. Her hand went behind my head, pulled me into her. It slipped right past my lips. I found myself nursing on it just like I had in the other room. I did find it comforting. I could feel my cock coming back to life tugging against the ring. I guess that was when I realized I had a cock fetish. "That's it baby...suck that thing..." she encouraged. "I love having a cock."

Who could resist a figure like that? She was sitting on an old wooden chair, leaning slightly forward. Her peach-shaped behind was taut, full and rounded. Her body moved, both her chest and butt jiggling with the motion. My heart seemed to sway along with her. I gulped hard. My whole body burned uncontrollably. When my gaze dropped lower, I realized Ms. Johnston was holding a large toy in her hand. It was pressed against the front of her dress, slowly sliding downward. What was she about to do? Could it be…

His naked body made me drool, and he smirked knowing that I couldn't resist his nakedness. I closed my legs feeling that I was leaking already. "Baby girl, lose the thong and open your legs for me." He took both of my wrists to the top of my head. He took his belt and wrap it around my wrists securing it. He looked deviously at me. I was wetting my sheet with my arousal, It was too fucking sexy. He licked my ear and whispered. "My fetish baby girl, I need you to stay put while I eat your pink, sweet, tight little cunt of yours. I will do this all night baby girl. You will remember me tomorrow when you fuck your plaything."

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

“And we can strap a ten- pound bag of potatoes to your stomach and see how sexy you feel.” He pushes me backward until I am up against the wall. His arms surround me, effectively trapping me in, and his erection digs into my hip. “You’ve never been sexier,” he whispers onto my lips as his tongue slowly ploughs though my mouth. “I’ve never wanted you more than I do now.” My breath catches. “You have a pregnant woman fetish?” He smiles darkly as he pumps me with his hips. “Maybe I do.” “Sick,” I mouth. “You better get your kids to bed early then.” I smirk.

she said in between her moans and gasps, “I need to explain things to you.” “We will,” I whispered gently into her ears, “but I’ve got another form of communication in mind.” “What form?” she chuckled. “A more intense form,” I smiled back, and moved my arms. My next destination was her navel. Aurora’s belly button has always been a hotspot for her sexuality. It was small, oval-shaped and a shade darker than the rest of her body. And she always wanted me to play with it. I pressed my finger on her belly button, gently squeezing the soft flesh between my thumb and index finger. Aurora’s erratic expression was expected. She vibrated and jerked as I continued to play with her hotspot.

The power differential that felt sexy a few minutes ago now just makes me feel vulnerable. I wrap my arms around myself. “Could you pass me my clothes?” Nathan’s eyes are warm on me. “I don’t think I’ll ever get any work done at that desk again.” I blush. “Oh come on. I’m sure you’ve...with other women?” Nathan laughs. “Not in my home. And definitely not in my home office. I think I have a new fetish.” Well, I wanted to be memorable. “My sweater?” I remind Nathan.

I shifted uncomfortably. Why would he compliment on my belly button isn't that weird, I decided to ignore him so I did. "It's sexy, Can I touch it?" Okay this is creepy I opened my eyes and gasps, He was so close to me our lips were almost touching, "The Fuck?" I stood up immediately and left the seat to sit with Connie.