Fetishized Novels & Stories

I asked him, my pride hurt and anger flaring in my eyes. "Yes, that is what I am asking of you. Being with a pregnant woman has always been one of my fetish. Your stubbornness has already driven me over the edge, knowing this now has only intensified my desire to worship your body. The one that is now Mother Nature's plaything" he said, the lust evident in his eyes as he drooled.

I said as I turned my face so he wouldn't read off the fact that his show really turned me wet after he left. “Go to a swingers party or a fucking orgy. That's what they are for, right?” “I tried, but I couldn't even get it up there. I know this may sound weird…” “Then don't say it…” however, he ignored me and continued. “But I think the fettish is closely tied to you. I tend to get attached to my first time of things, that's why I was very careful before picking out my first friend,” he said, his eyes on me and I got the message.

I pulled it out and stroked, "Fuck...Megan, you are crazy...amazing study break...you got me so hot...my dick's feeling good...mmmm...so good!" My hand wrapped around the base and I dick-slapped her, poking and teasing her tits. The nerves endings in the head felt every nuance of the way her nipples sat atop puffy mounds. The sexy topography of her breasts was just part of why Megan was rapidly becoming my new fetish. My dick was pulsing, feeling thick in my hands and her tits were dripping with lube; there was a sexy SMACK, if I swatted hard. SMACK "I love your tits...mmmm...your fuckable big tits...big...puffy...yeah...fuck yeah!"

The screen showed a woman in a sterile hospital room, sweat-slicked and straining, her legs splayed wide on the stirrups as the baby's head crowned. I remember freezing, my dick twitching in my jeans for no goddamn reason. It wasn't the baby; it was her... the raw, animal power ripping through her body, the way her pussy stretched impossibly around that emerging life, lips swollen and slick with fluids. I jerked off that night for the first time to the memory, cum spilling over my fist as I imagined being there, close enough to touch. Years later, the fetish had burrowed deep, like a parasite feeding on my soul. By day, I coded algorithms for a faceless corp, smiling at meetings, flirting ha

"Before, it was the other way around. I only had to snap my fingers and I had a woman on all fours for me." "Are you seriously telling me this now when you're fucking me, you imbecile?" she gave him a venomous look. "Hey, don't be offended, I like to be direct," he smiled and kissed her lips softly. "What I'm saying is that you've been quite difficult to get, and that I've realized that I have a kind of fetish with your mistreatment of me. The more you do it, the more hooked I get. Of course, if you were nicer, it would be twice as crazy."

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.

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,

Click after filthy click. The more he stroked, the deeper his mind sank. “Fuck… imagine some rich older man seeing these,” he whispered, voice husky. His hand sped up. “Pin me down and call me his dirty little slut… force my legs open and breed my hole until I’m leaking cum for days.” His fantasies turned darker, wilder. “Degrade me. Tell me I’m just a set of holes for superior cock. Slap my face with it. Choke me while pounding me raw. Fill me up until my belly swells and I can’t even walk…”

Fuchsia said. “Purple, you’re not going to fight me?” Black asked. Purple glared at her brother. “Do you want me to? I’ll find the amygdala in your brain and feed it to you.” Black sighed. “Thank goodness.” “But—wait! Which one of you is gay? Is it you?!” Purple hissed at her brother. “No, ah!” Black replied quickly. Purple looked at Grey on the laptop. “So, you?” “Not me either. Maybe bisexual? Because we like both girls and guys. It just so happens that I got captivated by my baby boy,” Grey said with a smile.

*Fuck… her tits…* I could almost feel the weight of them again, the soft give of her flesh when I squeezed, the way her nipples would harden against my tongue. I imagined shoving that tight top down, freeing them right there in the office, sucking one deep while I fucked her against the wall. The wet sounds of my mouth on her, the slap of my hips, her nails digging into my back while she moaned like a dirty slut for me.