Pee Fetish Novels & Stories

“My p*ssy is just another p*ssy to you?” “Yeah,” he leaned forward, and rested his hands on his desk. “Do you think there's something special about yours?” Excellent question… what's going on with me? I don't usually get attached to the people I f**k, I just f**k them and move on, to the next available man…why am I getting so attached to his d**k? Why can't I seem to let his d**k go? Why does it seem as if I was expecting something special between us?

She groaned, "Give me that pornstar...fuck me...fuck me...yeah, fuck me...fuck me with that big cock!" Pete teased her, "Sweetie, let me remind you...you've got Anton...Isiah...Magnum...and a very well-hung husband...you got your very own pornstars." She grinned, "Mmmm...after tonight...I know that!" She immediately went back to the fantasy cock she had fucking her. Pete plunged the dildo in and out, while Jo reached for her bud...deep red and engorged, it looked ripe for the picking. Aching for release, her fingers circled it slowly and she shuddered, moaning, "Mmmm yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah...fuck yeah!"

"Beautiful Claire, love your naked pussy. Look so fucking edible, so pink and ripe and it smells so fucking delicious. I want your pussy and have you for hours and make you come over and over again. I have this fetish with a soft pink baby cunt like yours. Come, where's your room." I was moaning my answers, anticipating his promise for his fetish. He was stripping himself to naked, and he was beautiful. Too fucking beautiful, with his ripples of abs and delicious chest pecks. He was stroking his cock, trying to calm himself down. I was licking my lips seeing his size, imagining how it would feel inside my hungry cunt. "Move to the end of the bed babe come here." He said while patting the spa

I liked it. Standing again, in front of him, I felt shy and self conscious, I was standing right next to him, and he looked that good, and I probably looked like a cat dragged out of water. “First, I need to know that you understand, these kinks, these fetishes, they sometimes have to do with real life issues, like you told that woman from the station, they may be happening in real life, but they are different in the sense that, these are controlled, the entire thing is controlled.”

"Damn... I'm gonna fuck you hard and rough... I hope you don't cry in pain, but you can moan in pain!" Tricia could feel that Tristan's dick is getting harder as he was thrusting her back. She turned around and put her hand inside his boxer short. "Damn it... you are really a gifted Tristan!" "Oh shit... I like it," he aggressively kissed Tricia on her lips down to her neck. Then he stopped for a while. "Actually I like girls who have a fetish on cum... I'm sure you already know what I mean!" Tricia smiled. "Of course I know what you mean to say... to spit or to swallow that's the question, isn't it?"

I replied, clearly annoyed. "Then what then? You got over her so quickly," Vera reminded me. "So what? It has nothing to do with this." "You lost your Mum, Hunter, and stopped grieving in a matter of months," she said. "Vera," I called, wanting her to dismiss the topic. "Shortly after, you began treating me that way." "It's a fucking kink, I promise it's not as deep as you think it is," I said. "A kink that has become abusive, Hunter. A kink I feel you developed due to unprocessed grief?"

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

Tabitha stated, repositioning herself to talk to Blake, who sat on her bed. “So what’s your excuse?” Blake asked, looking at Tabby. “I’m reevaluating this person who we were looking to promote, but he has a very unique fetish that only came to light tonight,” Tabby said, placing her tablet to the side to conduct a conversation with Blake. “Oh? What fetish this rising star has, if I might ask?” Blake asked, almost knowing in his heart. “He loves pregnant women and becomes their subordinate in the presence of them,” Tabby said shyly.

"I'm going to show you something and I want you to tell me what you feel, but it has to be true, here we don't judge anyone and everyone is free to live out their fetishes, but we don't accept anything illegal." "For example? "She says, all interested. I smile. "No children, animals or rape. But if you're an adult looking for relief, this is the place to go." I press the window control button and the curtains open, revealing several people practicing their own fetishes. She sighs loudly, surprised by the nod, and steps away from the pane. "All these people here have their own issues, Nelly. Some just want to relieve stress." "And what does that mean?"

My hands were raised above me, like a statue, like a worthless object displayed in a museum. Adrian and Sebastian stopped talking. They stared at me with desire. Leon brought his lips close to my ear. I felt his warm breath. "I need to be honest with you, Ana," he whispered sensually. "I have a fetish." I swallowed. "What fetish?" "I like watching my partner being enjoyed by other men." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "What?" I whispered. "I like watching you with Adrian. I like watching you with Sebastian. I like watching you enjoy them and them enjoying you."