Fart Fetish Novels & Stories

Not just for my own personal safety, (in case any angry regulars catch me in the street and expect something just because I do it in the evenings), but because I'm fully aware of the assumptions that would be made. I mention fetish club to anyone that doesn’t already work in the sex industry, and I know I’d be asked whether it means I'm a prostitute, or a p**n star, or whether I do all the things from that god-awful infamous film that made everyone think they are suddenly into BDSM.

My hands were raised above me, like a statue, like a worthless object displayed in a museum. Adrian and Sebastian stopped talking. They stared at me with desire. Leon brought his lips close to my ear. I felt his warm breath. "I need to be honest with you, Ana," he whispered sensually. "I have a fetish." I swallowed. "What fetish?" "I like watching my partner being enjoyed by other men." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "What?" I whispered. "I like watching you with Adrian. I like watching you with Sebastian. I like watching you enjoy them and them enjoying you."

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

"Brent I can't... I have to pee... Let me go to the bathroom." "Pee right here. I'll help you." "You..." Brent took a pillow from the side and pushed this pillow under her buttocks. Hermosa shuddered as warm hot body flowed from her body. Along with all that cotton it was squeezed out. By the time she reacted, she had pissed on that pillow. Ashamed, she clenched her lower lip, not wanting to say another word to Brent. "I'm sorry, I was rude. But I'm a bit addicted to your body, and occasionally that intense pleasure I just can't control. I told you once that you might not be able to tolerate my fetish..."

The red room was back to its vigorous mood, and was much more alive, better than the previous one, two sweating bodies, one hands tied together, and the extension was on the headboard of the bed, his back facing the predator, banging his behind with great force. He can't scream because of the gag ball in his mouth, every time Cafelle push deep forward, his eyes will blurry from tears and can't see a thing from pleasure. He was one of the lower prostitutes in the club where HiVi and Aru worked before. Cafelle will never not touch his elites, since he had a fetishism for BDSM with wild hard leash, and the love for whipping and hitting his sub. Because he can't get excited without playing with

I liked it. Standing again, in front of him, I felt shy and self conscious, I was standing right next to him, and he looked that good, and I probably looked like a cat dragged out of water. “First, I need to know that you understand, these kinks, these fetishes, they sometimes have to do with real life issues, like you told that woman from the station, they may be happening in real life, but they are different in the sense that, these are controlled, the entire thing is controlled.”

Like an ancient God, he was crafted, but with a mind and heart like a demon, he was created. Dr Karsyn sat back on his swivel chair in front of me and stared at my poor slender body with bis chartreuse green eyes. He gaped open, and a mocking laugh eluded from his mouth. “Your penis had the size of a newborn baby. Even if so, you’re straight, women would not be pleased seeing what is between your legs,” he said, massaging his beard—tried closing my legs and cover my penis. But it didn’t work. It made him laugh hard and blew a sigh on the air. “Come, suck my nipples. Give me damn pleasure, slut,” placing both of his hands behind his head, revealing his hairy armpits. I swallowed hard. “I know

JUNO'S point of view "Fuck off! I'm not doing that!" I glared hard at him. "As expected, she's a coward." He teased me, smirking widely. "I'll have truth instead!" I changed my mind. When I said dirty, I meant it in a sexual way! I didn't expect he'd dare me to do such nasty stuff. But oh wait... "Do you have foot fetish, huh?" I accused him. "What? No, I don't!" His eyes widened, cheeks flushed realizing that he actually come off as a man with that nasty fetish because of the dare he's asking me to do. "Fine! I'll ask you instead.

Fabian laughed softly, a hoarse and predatory sound. "I haven't even started indeed." He pushed the panty fabric aside with two fingers, exposing the hot and wet flesh. His thumb brushed directly on the bare clit. "Look at this... swollen, red, begging. I bet if I shove two fingers in now, you cum on the spot." Jessica gripped the counter with both hands, nails digging into the wood. The bar was full, people talking, low music, but no one seemed to notice what was happening down there. Or maybe they did and pretended not to.

"It means not talking about having gas!" "I sleep with you every night, so you can't pretend you don't fart." "I don't talk about your farts, but I gotta tell ya, rabbit farts are no walk in the park. My eyes actually water sometimes!" "We eat lots of fiber." "I'm probably pregnant with my brother's baby and you're talking about farting." "You brought it up." "No! You did when you said rabbit orgasms are like having gas!" "I said kind of like that, something moves inside me when I ovulate. It only happens with human sex for me and Troy when we do it Bunny Rabbit style."