Erotica With Elements Of Medical Fetish Novels & Stories

Sitting on a chair by the window after the medical team had left, Sarah tried to reminisce about her past sexual activities with Robert which could have caused her the vaginal tissue tear and UTI. The red and black bedroom she and Robert shared for the past two years of her married life flashed in Sarah’s mind. A huge 4 post bed with satin red sheet was positioned bang in the middle of the room with each of its four posts fastened with connectors. Ropes, black leather and red fur handcuffs and straps, ankle and wrist restrains used to be attached the connectors as per Robert’s fetish of the day. On one corner of the room stood a cupboard full of sex toys and BDSM equipment – spanking flogger

We use it for bondage now. MAD GHOSTS OF LuST 295 He fucked me harder and harder. The pain biting my nipples soared, leveled out and soared again whenever he knocked or twisted the clamps. He dug his fingers into my blood-suffused flesh. Colors bloomed behind my eyelids and when I was there, the colors were my world. Flickering clutches of coming pulled me into myself and flung me out. Inside and outside, all at the same time. Ecstasy escapes description; it’s like trying to package steam.

Verbal humiliation — 1 Spitting — 2 Objectifying — 1 Shaving — 1 Sexy clothing — 3 Outdoor scenes — 2 Public exposure — 2 Body part torture Nipple clamps — 5 CBT — 1 Sounding —3 Fetishes Feet — 1 Boots — 3 Underwear (panties/lingerie)— 3 Chastity devices — 3 Masks — 1 Leather — 2 Roleplaying Fear play — 2 Abandonment — 2 Kidnapping —4 Interrogation — 4 Rape — 1 Gangbang — 5 Medical scenes— 2 Prison scenes — 4 Schoolroom scenes — 2 Primal play —3 Bodily fluids and functions Water-sports (giving) —1 Water-sports (receiving) — 1 Scats (giving) — 1 Scats (receiving) —1

"This might feel a bit uncomfortable at first." I didn't want to care, but I was sure normal sized cocks didn't look like his. Would it even fit? "Will it hurt?" I asked. "Ordinarily, it would," he said plainly. "But I can make it so it doesn't." "How?" He rubbed the smooth head of his cock over my sopping wetness, and my legs spread wider, silent begging him to make me feel good. "Sweetheart, I'm an Incubus." He grinned. "I can make you feel so good, you won't even feel the pain."

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.

The message read: "Hey J, it's Kayla. I miss you, but I need more. I've found something that really turns me on. I want you to be a part of it." Curious and concerned, I called her immediately. She answered, her voice breathy and excited. "J, I'm so glad you called. I've been exploring my sexuality, and I've discovered this amazing fetish. It's called impregnation, and it's everything I've ever wanted." I was shocked. "What do you mean? You want to get pregnant?" "Oh, J, you have no idea. I want to be filled with cum, over and over again. I want to be used and dominated by big, strong men. And I want you to watch it all happen."

Tabitha stated, repositioning herself to talk to Blake, who sat on her bed. “So what’s your excuse?” Blake asked, looking at Tabby. “I’m reevaluating this person who we were looking to promote, but he has a very unique fetish that only came to light tonight,” Tabby said, placing her tablet to the side to conduct a conversation with Blake. “Oh? What fetish this rising star has, if I might ask?” Blake asked, almost knowing in his heart. “He loves pregnant women and becomes their subordinate in the presence of them,” Tabby said shyly.

I cursed, glaring wide-eyed at him, but he responded with a smirk, grinning widely, his eyes pinned against my already soaked cunt. “Wet for me?...already?” He asked. The blade had nipped off of flesh of my clit. Causing me to shudder from fear?...... Arousal?...wanting more?. I needed therapy; it made me realise how sick I really had been. I was a freak; I agreed; I knew I was sexualy fantasizing, always about depraved, immoral, and ugly things one could barely imagine from a young age. But now, being in this situation turned me the fuck on,

“Wait—what the fuck? I thought this was a medical thing—” “It can be whatever you need it to be,” Cassian murmured against my mouth. His hand squeezed my cock through the denim, firm and possessive. “Five thousand dollars every time you come here. More if you stay longer. But I don’t share what’s mine. And from the moment you walked through those gates, you became mine.” I should have stood up. Should have walked out. This was insane. This man was clearly dangerous. But the way he looked at me—like he already knew every filthy thing I secretly wanted—made my cock throb traitorously in his grip.

Isolde followed soon after, moaning low and grinding through the pleasure. They rested briefly, bodies sticky and warm. Then they used toys. Isolde grabbed a vibrating wand from her bag. She turned it on and pressed the buzzing head against Seraphina's sensitive clit. The strong vibrations made Seraphina cry out. She tried to close her legs but Isolde held them open. She was just getting started. "Please," Seraphina begged after several minutes. "Fuck! It's too much." Isolde smiled. "Just a little longer." She kept the wand in place. Seraphina shook and came again, even harder. Her voice grew hoarse from moaning. Only then did Isolde turn it off and let her rest.