Fart Fetish Novels & Stories

I said as I turned my face so he wouldn't read off the fact that his show really turned me wet after he left. “Go to a swingers party or a fucking orgy. That's what they are for, right?” “I tried, but I couldn't even get it up there. I know this may sound weird…” “Then don't say it…” however, he ignored me and continued. “But I think the fettish is closely tied to you. I tend to get attached to my first time of things, that's why I was very careful before picking out my first friend,” he said, his eyes on me and I got the message.

"Fuck me, Toby. Make me yours. I want your cock inside me. I want it so bad..." She was a lesbian with a fetish. Not, as you may have guessed, a fetish for cock, or for men, or even for not being a lesbian. Nope - Beth knew exactly who she was. She knew what she wanted, and she knew that it wasn't men. Beth liked pussy, exclusively, and (just for fun) I had decided not to mess with that. Instead, I gave her my fetish. Beth, just like me (and just like everyone else I turned, to be fair), had a pregnancy fetish.

“Do you need a break?” I shake my head, not as a response to his question, but to the internal battle about to consume me. “Good.” He assumes it is my reply and resumes his job. I take a deep breath. Eyes on him, but not for long I start battling the urge to look down. Foot fetish is my dark fantasy. One that I’d rather take to my grave than explore. Because one silly mistake and it may affect my brand. “Pose like you're selling those straps to me.” He groans, quite frustrated at my poses. “Tilt your face… just a little…”

"And what would be your fetish, lawyer?", but what the fuck question was that? And how the fuck could I get away from the answer so easily? If the subject had not deviated to a totally different aspect, I would have ended up confessing that my fetishes included extreme domination, euphoria, and naughtiness. Because I was too sincere and gossip beyond the account. And all my professionalism would be thrown down the drain if I had had more time on that subject.”

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.

Her lips trembled when she heard the question and even though she decided this was the path she would take, she was still not ready to provide her shameful answer. She clears her throat and slowly swallows her spit and in a stuttering, shaky voice, she explains, "I have a very odd fetish. I'm a bit of a pervert Alpha. I like collecting used underwear. The scent helps me fall asleep at night," Her voice and heart sinking in shame at every word she mutters.

Libia blinked several times, thinking her friend had to be joking. "What are you talking about?" she asked with a laugh. "I saw them leave your aunt's office. I asked Patricia, and it turns out the Brazilian is a regular Don Juan," Natalia said sarcastically. "He's been sending her flowers and chocolates. There are men who are interested, and then there's that guy." "He didn’t tell me he was back," Libia said, trying to find a lie in Natalia’s words.

I nod, he so often knows what I need without me even speaking. "You see, I watch very closely Kitty, which is how I learnt that this". His hand moves, the flogger along my body, moaning I look at it. "That you react differently with PVC and Rubber than anything else. I have been watching closely and learning, that this little thing here, is your fetish". He moves the flogger between his hands. "Really Master?". He nods, “I don't think I have a fetish for it.”

Standing, her head barely reaching his chin, she pressed her naked frame against him and whispered, "Is it wrong that I want to stare at them?" Wrong? Never. He couldn't admit it aloud, but he'd always enjoyed watching people being intimate, a fetish he discovered in high school when he came across a girl giving a buddy of his a BJ under the bleachers during a school dance. He'd been unable to tear himself away, just like he'd stayed to watch Francine when Alejandro bounced her on his cock. Sometimes the role of audience could titillate almost as much as that of participant. Of course, only one thing could make it better. Sharing it with the woman he wanted, a naked, very horny one who press

There was no way I'd snitch and end up getting in trouble too. She eyed me suspiciously, rubbing her wet fingers against my nightwear. "Scram if you're going to be a prude. I don't need any bad energy." My feet didn't move, it was as if I was pinned to the spot. Fatima resumed her position, circling her swollen clit, parting her cunt for the sleazy eyes of the men. She sucked back her nipple into her mouth, suckling noisily as the men on screen wanked harder.