Fetishized Novels & Stories

At the door to the deck, I found a spot off to one side where I could just see Melody and Patterson fucking and watch my mother fingering her pussy. I was experiencing sensory overload. Incest is a fetish of mine. Jackie and I have role-played it, but seeing the real thing happen out in the real world was on another level, and Mom's voyeurism made it even hotter. Her fingers went faster. I stroked along, trying to cum before she did so I could escape. Her other hand reached for the rail as her body shook and a stream shot out of her vagina, splashing onto the deck. My cock lurched, and I filled my hand as I ducked down the hall.

She was at the verge of begging him for it and he liked it, in the direction it was heading. "Say it again Veronica! Say my name and I'll grant you a release" he growled against her cheek and her eyes shut, as he rubbed her own wetness against her womanhood, making that slippery liquid create a perfect friction. "Fuck!" She cursed under her breath when she felt the wave building inside her lower belly. The sensations sparking from every being of her body for driving her insane. "Come for me baby!" He groaned as he slid a finger inside her vaginal hole and started pumping her back and forth. His fingers thick and long, made her arch her back as she held on the tables support while he fucked h

His kisses were like fuel that set my whole body on fire. In a swift second, Xander got rid of my nightwear, and I didn't stop him. Leaving me exposed to him. His lips worked their way down my body, cupping my tender breast with his cold hands. A moan escaped my lips, as I dug my finger deep into his hair, pulling it sightly. His lips travelled down, getting to my fanny, as he possessed it with kisses. I grabbed the edge of the kitchen table so tightly, as my body shivered in pure pleasure, I fell back, arching my back off the kitchen table, moaning so loudly as I reached my climax. shivering as I tried to calm myself down.

It could be basic with just anyone. A fetish for black women could have been what they called this but he thought he was whipped and full of infatuation for only one woman. Admiring the differences she made him feel during their most intimate moments did not make it a fetish. He could never look at any other black woman the same. Only her and that was his sickness. He had not felt her warmth in six years and the thought of it made him shudder. The thought of her giving another man warmth made him shudder even more.

My body twitches at the foreign feeling, and the throbbing ache grows rapidly as he runs his fingers over me again, stopping when he finds my sensitive spot. I lace my fingers in his hair, letting the lust and ecstasy completely consume me. “Zak…” I moan softly, closing my eyes. His finger picks up the pace, swirling around my bud. He pauses, sitting up to look at me, but I didn’t have time to protest before he plunges a finger into me. My back arches at the pressure and the pleasure, both mixed in the most glorious way. He pumps his finger in and out of me slowly, allowing me to adjust to the unfamiliar feeling. He picks up the speed and uses his thumb to circle my sensitive spot again. I k

Sobrang bango, pinaghalong amoy ng alak at pabango niya, "baka magahasa kita dito sa tabi ng stepfather mo." Parang nanginig ako sa sinabi nito. Hindi ko alam pero parang nabuhay ang isa sa mga pantasya ko, ang makipagsex sa mga thrill na lugar. Yung takot kang may makahuli sa inyo, yung tipong parang nag-eexplore at exhibitionist. Fetish na fetish ko iyon maliban sa kili-kilo at singit ng mga gwapong lalaki. Ngumisi akong tumingin sa kanya ng diretso sa mata. "hindi sinasabi, Mathew, ginagawa."

His hands gently touched her clit and she jerked in excitement. “Wet,” he said dryly, as though mainly talking to himself. “Would she be as wet as this, I wonder?” Felicia looked back in confusion. Did he have a fetish that she was going to have to fulfill? Most men liked to call out the name of their lovers and fantasies when they were with her. Felicia usually would not mind, but this was different. This, she had offered herself willingly for. Men usually pay for their pleasure with her, and through that she could let them be a fucking rat if she wanted to.

I whispered in her ear. That was dirty talk and women love dirty talk, it turns them on. I've lived all my life studying women so I know words to say to have them hooked and they will just have to open their f** tight walls for me. The only woman that makes it impossible for me to understand is Riley; she's just so different, no matter what I do, she just doesn't want me to come close to her, even the mere sight of me irritates her. As for Hannah, I don't even have to beg for her to open her legs like a little whore and I will have my way with her. I have fucked her to the point that I'm tired of being in an out of her loose hole.

I finish with a chuckle. “I do.” That catches my attention, and this time my head snaps to his face, sincerity laced his brown orbs. “What?” “I said, I do, I do understand that people have weird fetishes, and I do understand that yours is exhibition, because I also like it, the thrill that comes from exhibition.”

He was still suffering the aftermath. She shrugged. "They call out to me and I oblige," I looked at Gil puzzledly. He hugged his body and shuddered. "You haven't seen it yourself, Goldfish," goldfish? "Her hands are almost always in his trousers either touching his dick, kneading his cheeks or fingering his hole. She never gets tired of it," "Do you have a fetish?" I laughed. She shrugged again, still staring at the game. "I love what I love."