Belly Fetish Novels & Stories

Judging from her disheveled hair, it was a wild one. "Same old. He was left at the altar or something but it was definitely about a fiancee." Kaylee took off the robe she had pulled on at the door of the room she had with the client. She stood fully naked in front of her friend who was used to it. "Why? What was his fetish?" Ashley asked, her eyes big and wide as she waited for Kaylee to speak. "A garter." Ashley's head tilted in confusion. "A garter? But that's not a request. You wear it all the time."

The filthy memory of him choking the stripper while pounding her made Bella add a third finger, stretching herself wider. “Daddy… fuck me harder,” she whimpered, voice cracking. Her hips rocked desperately against her hand, the lewd wet sounds of her fingers plunging in and out filling the small toilet. She pinched her nipple hard with her free hand, twisting it, pretending it was Ethan’s rough grip. “Your cock is so big, Daddy… ruin my pussy. Please—please stretch me open like you did to her.”

The feel of my skirt shifting up, followed by Simon's fingers slipping lower, finding my wetness underneath my panties. "Fuck, you're soaked," he said, his voice dancing on the warmth of my skin. Henry's mouth found mine again, his tongue exploring. Simon's fingers moved inside me, and I cried out, my hips bucking against his hand. "That's it, baby," Henry murmured. "Let us make you feel good." I nodded, speechless as Simon's fingers moved faster, his thumb circling my clit. Henry's mouth descended, his lips finding my breasts, sucking my nipples, grazing them with his teeth.

I wasn’t being able to open my eyes with the pleasure he was giving me. “Open your eyes,” he ordered. I gently opened them so as to look at him as I heard him order me like an obedient child. “I want you to look at me when I do that to you,” he said as he looked hungrily at me. I was quite ashamed when he said that but I had already passed that phase to feel embarrassed. I no longer can act any shy now. I gently nodded my head on approval as my eyes fell on his belt. “Unbuckle it,” he said as he circle around my nipple over the bra. It was giving me such a ticklish and pleasure filled torture.

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.

He’s a weird mix of flesh and muscle now he’s naked, and his chest hair is as grey as his beard. “I want you in just your stockings for the anal,” he says. “Yes, Sir.” I shimmy out of my skirt, still kneeling, my eyes fixed on his. “I want you on the bed, doggy style, your face flat to the mattress. Legs spread wide, ass on offer.” “Yes, Sir. Of course.” .

The ad flashed an image of a dimly lit room, surrounded by mirrors, with the tagline "Experience your deepest desires in the mirror room." Curiosity piqued, Bella clicked on the link and was led to a website that promised the ultimate sexual experience. It was a place where one could live out their fantasies of being ravished by a mysterious entity while watching themselves in countless reflections. Intrigued, she signed up for a session, eager to explore this new world of pleasure.

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.

I softly said while batting my eyelashes innocently and bit my lower lip as I felt another moan threatening to escape out of my mouth due to Dominic palming my pulsing cock faster. “You are so cute and you don’t even have a fucking idea how much I feel like sucking up your blood dry and then gobbling you up completely,” Dominic groaned as he ground his own core against my abdomen while he straddled me. Sounds like a Vampire’s fetish to me but what the hell ! I don’t care !! “We will wake up our princess,” I worriedly said while looking towards our sleeping Bella before arching my back and giving out a soundless scream suddenly. Fuck !

she moaned, shoving a third finger in, stretching herself to the limit, feeling the orgasm approaching. In the fantasy, Atlas flipped her onto all fours, slamming everything in at once, pounding hard, calling her “my greedy bitch.” Anya sped up her fingers, the room echoing with her moans and the wet sounds of furious masturbation. “Cum inside me… fill me with hot cum,” she begged the air, and then the climax came, explosive, her body convulsing as she squirted onto the sheets, fingers buried deep, the pleasure leaving her trembling and breathless.