Fart Fetish Novels & Stories

The guy was a character , he would nervously start chattering everytime he got nervous and on top of that he was super shy . That was the impression I had of me until one day I caught him acting like a peeping tom and it was only later on did I found out that the guy had a sick fetish of peeping at couple who were making out or having s*x , voyeurism people might call it . While I knew that different people have different kind of pleasures and really didn't want to judge Austin for his freaky behaviour.. The disgust that I felt regarding his fetish might have shown on my face because Austin soon came and cornered me ,to interrogate whether or not I knew of his secret .

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."

She enjoyed the playful makeout and hoped with would not get any more intense, rather, transcend directly into a playful sex: it has always been her fetish. Arnou kept the makeout and advances casual and playful as if reading thoughts she thinks them. Kisses went down to through her neck to her clothed cleavages, then to her navel. He kept his kisses fast and play intended on the clothes covering her body parts. It was a fantasy for her so it was easy enough for her to get the pleasure off the full. He slid his hands between her thighs and up the pelvic joint of her pyjamas. Pressing rhythmically, he felt the dampness that was cradled beneath the clothing. “my god, you’re wet,” he said smili

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 drew them down towards his torso and his perfectly defined abs, feeling the firmness of it. Hunter murmured meaningless words as he grabbed the part of my ass left bare by my shorts, grabbing so hard, he left handprints on them. He pulled me closer to him, causing my clit to drag against his hard-on. I could feel every inch of him as he ground hard against me. His briefs were slightly below his waist. His trousers were much further down. His cock was exposed and it swelled aggressively beneath me. His hands dropped to my lap, rubbing them continuously. His thick cum from earlier was still on my thighs. It dripped onto the bed in heavy, sticky droplets and he smears what's left of his cum a

“Never intercourse but I had one guy who paid me a grand more than once to lick peanut butter off my body. There was a man who simply liked feet. He paid me five hundred bucks a session to massage my feet while I yelled obscenities at him. He was a nice guy but I’m pretty sure his mother made him rub her feet while she belittled him as a young boy.” “You yelled obscenities at him?” “Yes. His favorite ones were ‘bloody bastard’ and if he was close to finishing, he liked me to yell ‘fuck you and your father’.” She shrugged. “I was a college kid with no trust fund. I needed the cash.” “It was a fetish club then. Nobody actually beat you?”

"I'm going to show you something and I want you to tell me what you feel, but it has to be true, here we don't judge anyone and everyone is free to live out their fetishes, but we don't accept anything illegal." "For example? "She says, all interested. I smile. "No children, animals or rape. But if you're an adult looking for relief, this is the place to go." I press the window control button and the curtains open, revealing several people practicing their own fetishes. She sighs loudly, surprised by the nod, and steps away from the pane. "All these people here have their own issues, Nelly. Some just want to relieve stress." "And what does that mean?"

Ellis explained. "Why did you say he is worst than me? Why it is a big problem?" Master Henry said in a worried tone. "Beside having allergic reaction with women. He has a hypersexual drive disorder. it's called satyriasis, it is a kind of like nymphomaniac for females. He has a high hypersexual urges that he can not control now. He mast**bate many times, everyday but only get satisfied with sex. He could not be satisfied with only twice eja**lation in one session. He could only fully calm down in 5 or more eja**lation," Dr. Ellis explanation which made the Master Henry and wife mouth agape with shock.

His naked body made me drool, and he smirked knowing that I couldn't resist his nakedness. I closed my legs feeling that I was leaking already. "Baby girl, lose the thong and open your legs for me." He took both of my wrists to the top of my head. He took his belt and wrap it around my wrists securing it. He looked deviously at me. I was wetting my sheet with my arousal, It was too fucking sexy. He licked my ear and whispered. "My fetish baby girl, I need you to stay put while I eat your pink, sweet, tight little cunt of yours. I will do this all night baby girl. You will remember me tomorrow when you fuck your plaything."

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV "Use your feet." I gulp at that, "My... ffe... feet." "Yes love, use your feet just like you would use your hands on my cock." I swallow again, this... is a new thing to me; I've never met anyone with a feet fetish before.