Fart Fetish Novels & Stories

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,

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

I typed fast, pulse already hammering. First search: amateur gày blowjob compilation. Too soft. Skipped. Next: raw breeding bareback. Closer, but still not it. I muttered under my breath, scrolling thumbnails. “Come the fück on… give me something filthy.” “Rough gày dom/sub… no, too staged.” Cursor hovered. “Fück, prison shower scene? Lame.” Clicked anyway. Watched ten seconds of bad lighting and fake grunts. Closed the tab. “Shít. Useless.”

“What are you talking about?” “The sex in the garden—pretending it was with Kai.” Jackie laughed mockingly. “Is it illegal now to have sex? Or are you just jealous because you’re not getting any?” “You were calling his name,” Darina seethed. “Everyone has their fetish. Some girls like calling their ex’s name, and some girls like to watch. I’m not judging you. You’re welcome to watch again—no one else wants you anyway.” Darina tightened her grip.

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 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.

Sweat was dripping down his body, and his defined body was flexing and clenching whilst he released sweet but deep moans. I went from stunned to amused and then to a weird feeling. Even after he noticed that Natalia had fainted from too much mental and body drainage, he still didn't leave but still trained his eyes on her angelic body. 'Did he have the fetish of fucking the unconscious?' I couldn't help but ask as we both watched him. His monster was throbbing more and more as time went on while his moans were getting louder and louder to the extent that I was sure people outside the room could hear him.

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."

"Do you think you can do that this time?” "Do you want to rule my way of cumming? "I questioned, arching an eyebrow, before lowering one hand to my pants and opening the button. Hazz observed the movement. "If it's such a strong fetish, I think I can do that. I mean, as long as you really make me cum.” "I don't seem to be having difficulties so far," he said in a pompous tone. With humor, I hit him on the shoulder. "You men think you are too much when it comes to sex, but not all of you can take a woman to the limit so easily.”

“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.