Fetishized Novels & Stories

I cursed, glaring wide-eyed at him, but he responded with a smirk, grinning widely, his eyes pinned against my already soaked cunt. “Wet for me?...already?” He asked. The blade had nipped off of flesh of my clit. Causing me to shudder from fear?...... Arousal?...wanting more?. I needed therapy; it made me realise how sick I really had been. I was a freak; I agreed; I knew I was sexualy fantasizing, always about depraved, immoral, and ugly things one could barely imagine from a young age. But now, being in this situation turned me the fuck on,

My nasty bitch can't get past the sound of fabrics without begging to be touched. Even in a wrecked state, it shoots hot signals all over my body. How could I have forgotten so soon that he knows my fetish? Like a psycho, he’s acting on it… And fuck… I’ll let him take me. Break me. Use me.

I cursed, glaring wide-eyed at him, but he responded with a smirk, grinning widely, his eyes pinned against my already soaked cunt. “Wet for me?...already?” He asked. The blade had nipped off of flesh of my clit. Causing me to shudder from fear?...... Arousal?...wanting more?. I needed therapy; it made me realise how sick I really had been. I was a freak; I agreed; I knew I was sexualy fantasizing, always about depraved, immoral, and ugly things one could barely imagine from a young age. But now, being in this situation turned me the fuck on,

“Never seen a pussy release so much honey on the first lick. Now take off that fucking thong. I want to fuck you. I want to shove this hard cock balls-deep into this pussy that’s still twitching.” Letícia was still panting, eyes glazed with lust. She lifted her hips, removed the soaked thong, and tossed it aside. She spread her legs again, showing her red, swollen, glistening pussy covered in saliva and honey, the clit visibly throbbing. “Then come on, neighbor,” she teased, voice hoarse and coy. “Come shove that married cock into this single pussy. I want to feel every inch going in. I want you to fuck me like you haven’t eaten in months. Because I know you don’t fuck right at home.”

"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.

She’d always been a little partial to pain with her pleasure. Stepping back, Chris grinned at her, looking over her vulnerable body with its slightly pinkened large globes, “Now it’s time to make things a little rough.” His voice was filled with excited anticipation and she realized that torturing her oversized tits was possibly a bit of a fetish for him.

Specifically blow job scenes. You could say I watched a little too much p**n, and started to develop some odd fetishes. Ever since 7th grade I've been turned on by women's panties. I can still remember the girl who sat in front of me in science, Amelia. She always wore these silky smooth little panties, and they were constantly sticking out of her pants. So as the years went on, and I browsed all the panty p**n I could, my fetish began to change. Until one day when I was 17, it occurred to me, it would be an even bigger turn on to watch p**n while I was wearing panties. So I sneaked into my older sister’s room and raided her panty drawer. I took a nice silky pair, much like Amelia’s, and hur

Forbidden Fantasies

The guilt was still there, heavy and real, but it had become fuel. I wanted him to ruin me. I wanted to feel this thick, young cock rearrange me until I couldn’t think about anything else. My pussy was dripping so much it ran down my thighs and dripped onto the floor. I could hear it. I could smell it. I felt owned and filthy and completely alive. He drove into me faster, the table creaking under us. The pressure built fast and vicious, my walls fluttering around him. “Come for me, Mommy.” he spanked me.

I found myself completely starving for the raw authority of his touch, desperately craving the unbridled, predatory savagery of his kisses, and the unyielding weight of his masculinity as he drove himself into my flesh with relentless, intoxicating momentum. Throughout the grueling duration of these seventy-two hours, my consciousness continuously looped the image of Mr. Jefri, his skin glistening with sweat as he dominated the space above my frame. Day after day, a localized, volatile fire ignited within my lower abdomen until ultimately... I resolved to access the explicit adult media directories that Dita had previously introduced to my laptop.