Fetishized Novels & Stories

The police department was involved now so catching the killer was far more important than her going on some show to explain herself to the world. Janet composed her sanity as she walked out the elevator to her favorite floor. The Play room she called it. This room was for the kinky and the free spirits that loved to use toys and whips. This client was a Masochist, a person who derives sexual pleasure from being abused by others, but he was also a congressman who needed privacy for his fantasies.

she moaned even more sultry than previously. “Yeah?” “Fuck me please.” She whispered and he heeded her request, slipping into her slowly as she accommodated him, a few inches to go and he thrust into her deep and hard, making her groan in ecstasy as she gripped the sheets, the pillow taking the noise of her scream. He repeated the action two more times completely throwing her off the edge as her pussy glistened more. He smiled as he realized her hidden fetish, painful pleasure. “You want me?” He asked.

I smiled at her. Suddenly, she was back to being playful again. "At least I like settled older men, but what about you? I know your fetish, Miss Frazer." "My fetish? And what is that if I may ask?" She gave me her teasing look, "Your fetish for bad guys like you know serial killers and bad guys in general." "Shut up, Maddy," I said, my cheeks turning warm. I began fiddling with the wad of tissues on the bar.

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."

"You can feel that power, you don't have to see it.” "I love how it seduces me...” " Then give in...” She raises her arms above her head on the bed, surrendering. I kiss her mouth slowly, taking in the taste of her lips. Hazel doesn't try to hug me, nor does she try to remove the tie from her eyes. She has begun to understand how tasty and fun fetishes are. I thrust deep inside her. Once, twice, three times. I return to the slow, delicious penetration. The white fur on her arms is shivering. She whispers.

Since she did this to me, we were doing so well. "What it was? “ I asked angrily, my testicles hurting with so much lust I felt for this woman. "You will stay away from me!" he commanded, panting. "Yeah, you've said that several times!" “ I faced her being tired of hearing that and feeling rejected by her. She was frustrated, but I was even more so. At first I admit it was a fetish for her, but now it was more than a fetish, because I want to fuck her not just once but several times and I couldn't wait for that to happen. “Look, why don't you make this easy? We both want…

This was getting deeper and deeper than I ever imagined sex and sexual fantasies could go! “The seventh floor is for all things fetish,” I had to interrupt him on that! “What kind of fetishes?” “Oh…like sucking toes and feet, if you like to be covered in cum to finish your night, if you like your partner to lead you around on a leash and treat you like a pet, if you want toys used on you that are not the typical things, some wolves like to urinate on their she-wolf partners to mark them as part of their territory without…marking them as their mate, transgender wolves and she-wolves like to play on that floor,” He tries to give clarification.

"This person in question, male or female would arouse and be an object of your feral Desires. My desires." "Male or female?" Calvin asked with a scoff. "It's female or nothing. So you better control that desire around anything male." "Go to bed, Calvin" The wolf groaned loudly.

he growls as he slips his fingers inside my pants. " Then why didn't you come and see me," I moaned. " Because I was scared that I might hurt you..." I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him close to my body. I whimpered," Don't you know? My fetishes include getting abused by Alpha male." " Damn right! That's why I'm crazy about you." " I know," I moaned as he kissed my neck, unbuttoning my shirt. His fingers explored inside me , squelching inside the wetness of my pussy.

"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.”