Fetishized Novels & Stories

He looked hideous. “If you like, I have many more vile words.” Ron stared at me. “Do you like dirty words? It's a pity I haven't given you a taste of the Whip.” “Since when do you abuse underage girls?” I stepped forward and approached him. “Tell me.” “You want to know?” Ron grinned, “I've had this fetish since before I met you. But I never used it on you because you're boring and rigid. The girls were more fun. I like to see the whip crack on their fresh skin, red as a blooming rose. Their screams excite me. They were like lowly b.itches when they knelt before me and begged for my forgiveness.”

He looked like he was in a good mood. When his hand touched my pussy, I was so sensitive that I closed my legs. "I can clean myself." I whispered as I gently pushed his hand away. He gently patted my pussy and said, "Baby, spread your legs." I pouted and shook my head. "Spread them." He slapped my pussy heavily. I looked at him with pitiful eyes and slowly spread my legs apart. He gave me a kiss as a reward. "Candy for the obedient baby." He had to wash my body himself. I think it's one of his fetishes.

No matter what’s happening, the irreverent little goofball can always make me laugh. I firmly squeeze her ankle, returning her to the sensations at hand – or in this case, at foot. Ryah trembles from my every touch. I bite her arch and her breath catches, a sweet sound of need. My heart and cock pound in reaction to her every response. I’m a self-assured Dom, certain of my authority, my skills and my appeal. I worked for over a year in a fetish club, giving countless women the pleasure or pain that they needed. It became an addiction for me: dominating women. Using them to meet my own cravings, because that’s what I needed, too.

I nodded at this and filed away her answer for later, as I replied, "It depends on what I have going on that day. But I usually masturbate before I go to bed, but not always every day. I would guess every other day if I'm not having regular sex with a woman." Mom pursed her lips, but only nodded and asked: Do you have any fetishes? Mom grinned excitedly and said, "I love dressing up sexy and posing for kinky pictures that I then send to my lover. I got so turned on by dressing up and posing for those pictures that I showed you, it would have been even better if I'd been able to send them to you." I smirked at her answer and replied honestly, " I get turned on by big asses and big-breasted wo

I started kissing her back,, taking in her skin with vacuum in my mouth. I kissed her down till i cane to her ass. I move her back, placing he rhands on the chair, allowing Frandy to continue sucking her boobs while i spread her butt cheeks and used mytongue to draw lines around her anus. Anilingus has always been my fetish. I loved the way her anus moved when i used the tip of my tongue to roll on it, kissing softly… “Frandy, eat her pussy…” “I do not think i can, i have never-“

“What the fuck does that mean?” I looked up at him. “You’re scared. That if you fuck me again, it won’t be about control and pity and whatever the hell is running through your head. That maybe you liked it. Maybe it felt good.” His breath hitched. Barely. I stepped closer. “I know your type,” I whispered. “Men like you don’t stop once they’ve tasted it. You’ll hate me. Hate yourself. But you’ll still come back.” His fist curled at his side. But he didn’t hit me. Instead, he said the first human thing I’d heard from him all week.

(Ruin me, I’m yours. He laughs, the sound lies dark, he likes me this way. I created this fetish when I pretended not to be attracted to him and now he wants me saying it Everytime he fucks me. He does exactly as I ask, his fingers fuck into me hard and fast, grazing every sensitive spot inside me while he watches and drinks my every reaction.

' There was that plea in his voice, raw and broken, mirroring the deep ache in my own heart—the emotional tether that bound us in this taboo dance of desire and surrender. I slid down his body slowly, savoring the drag of my skin against his, my heavy breasts brushing his chest, my hard nipples grazing his heated flesh and leaving trails of fire in their wake. My feet—oh, the fetish burned hot in my veins, a secret kink I'd harbored for so long, now begging to be indulged. As I positioned myself over his hips, I extended one leg, pressing the sole of my foot against his inner thigh, my toes curling into the firm muscle there, feeling the twitch of his body under my touch.

Our body fluids mixed into a scent that was to become my new olfactory fetish. “Call me Master,” he said softly, his ears resting on my lips. “Master,” I moaned, making enough hot air to make his body shiver. “Fuck yes,” he said, thrusts getting faster, eyes closed. “You own this pussy, Master,” I moaned louder into his ears, my hips meeting his thrusts. “Oh,” he sang in a way that softened me up, sending a vibration over my core.

Elena was now a moaning mess, and she was twisting on the bed. I was about to shake her awake until I heard her moan out my name. I halted, then glanced at her as she began stroking herself. Likewise, I squatted in front of her exposed thighs, my groin twitched as the titillating scent of her wetness plagued my thoughts. All reasoning evaded me as I went ahead to satisfy her. I shouldn't be doing this, but I couldn't stop the overwhelming emotion swirling within me.