Martial Fetish Novels & Stories

The door to the office opened. I search around with my eyes checking for unknown or hidden traps. Having confirmed the existence of no traps, I proceeded to search for Fredo’s MacBook. “Dude is into some BDSM shit” I spoke after finding some sex toys, whips, chains, and handcuffs in a box. “Heard, he is into some weird shits and he’s got a fetish for Asians.” Chris says trying to suppress his laughter but Ben’s squeaks and giggles just won’t help. “it’s just some rumors, pay no attention to it. Just get us the blueprint and we are out of here.”

The red room was back to its vigorous mood, and was much more alive, better than the previous one, two sweating bodies, one hands tied together, and the extension was on the headboard of the bed, his back facing the predator, banging his behind with great force. He can't scream because of the gag ball in his mouth, every time Cafelle push deep forward, his eyes will blurry from tears and can't see a thing from pleasure. He was one of the lower prostitutes in the club where HiVi and Aru worked before. Cafelle will never not touch his elites, since he had a fetishism for BDSM with wild hard leash, and the love for whipping and hitting his sub. Because he can't get excited without playing with

I was doing it because I wanted to break free from the chains that had held me captive for years. I always thought that being a good wife and getting closer to God would free me from the bad karma of my past sins, and a priest asked me to be more private and avoid makeup that made me look like my old self. I thought if I did that, my marriage would run smoothly. Being a pious wife would lead my family on a loving path. But in reality, my husband didn't want a good and pious wife, he married me because he saw me as a woman who could fulfill all his sexual fantasies.

"Wanted me to fuck you like this? Make you mine?" "Yes," Mara cried out, past caring about being quiet. "Yes, god yes" The carpet burned against her knees and palms, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except the feeling of him inside her, claiming her, taking her exactly the way she'd fantasized about. "You're so wet for me," Adrian groaned. "So ready. Such a good girl, taking everything I give you." The praise combined with the rough treatment pushed her toward another orgasm. She could feel it building, could feel herself climbing higher and higher.

I could hear people murmuring and it wasn’t good. “I had already met my mate though, '' I said to myself smiling.” I turned to face the crowd, hoping to spot him among the crowd. When I noticed him in the crowd, I smiled and turned to Mel to show her my Mate. Then I looked up again, and he was gone, as if he had never been there. Was I hallucinating? I looked down at my feet disappointed. I knew it. Something must happen. My father never fails to make me feel unwanted and unloved; everyone will tease me after today because my ritual was incomplete, which means that I am not fully a woman.

he said gently. He gave me a reassuring smile, his eyes filled with understanding. “And it’s also quite common for an alpha, especially one who hasn’t found his mate, to have multiple romantic partners. Alphas are complex that way. But remember, true alphas are only deeply possessive over their mates.” His words hung in the air, sinking in as I considered what he’d said. The pull I felt toward Atlas might just be a part of growing up, but it didn’t make things any easier.

When she breathed deeply, his eyes wandered towards her dress which was showing an adequate amount of cleavage and it was hard for him to control himself as he was very popular with the name manwhore but he wasn't a manwhore for just any woman. He has a fetish for married women, he feels extreme pleasure when he fucks married women and makes them cheat on their husbands willingly. Sometimes he goes to the extreme length of pleasure by fucking women in front of their husbands and he isn't shameful about it even a little bit as he thinks women are made only to be a sexual object for men. He never forced anyone, but he is so seductive that any woman would spread her legs for him, he just needs

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.

THEMES: Lust and Luxury, Elite modelling agency, Luxury setting, Group submission, Harem play, Orgy, Self- touch- denial, Consensual corruption, Degradation of Glamour, Ownership and Possession. KINKS: Power imbalance, Age Gap, Collar restraint, Leashes, Food play, Older male, Top Models, Dirty Talks, Forced Orgasms, Creampie Fetish, Cum Bath. The first thing I notice when I walk in, is the mirror on the... mmmm... UP.

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.