Pee Fetish Novels & Stories

Axel walks to the box and hands it to the man. “Foot fetish,” the man reads. “I did not expect that at all,” he says, chuckling. “Alright, are you up next, miss?” Foot fetish? I’m surprised, too. Not that I hate feet or anything, but Axel’s just never said anything about it. I walk up to the board and have a look at the options. There’s about 20. I run through the list, immediately dismissing at least 80% of the options. Domination … nope.

The better I looked, the nastier the positions I wanted to try, and the more cocks I craved. Onlyfans brought in thousands of messages every week. Most were thirsty. But the cruel ones, the ones calling me a brainless cumrag, a fake-titted whore who only got views because I shook my ass on camera — those made my pussy drip. I fucking loved BDSM. Being degraded, broken, and used was my biggest turn-on.

It wasn’t creepy like the cops made it out. Alice was cooperative for her age, and I was so proud of my daughter for standing her ground and telling everyone that he was my boyfriend, and she wanted Caleb to be her cool daddy—her words, not mine. Cops had questioned me, and I felt dirty when they asked if he ever coerced me into his weird fetishes. Caleb didn’t have any weird fetishes. He had a poster of me on his ceiling, and if someone else asked what his fetish was, he’d look at me and Kyle and tell them that his fetish was us.

"That's why I was so horrified when you showed me what Paul did to you. But I've had a few clients with very specific preferences—one of them had a foot fetish and wanted to suck my toes." "Did you let him?" "Hell yeah! For 15K, I would have let him suck other things, too," Emily laughed and threw her head back, her long hair cascading like a waterfall behind her. "But that's nothing. When I first joined Dreams, this one client wanted me to wear sheer pantyhose all the time. I guess he had a thing for nylon or something. Anyway, he got off on touching and smelling my stockings. Sometimes he'd make me rub my feet on him."

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.

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."

I ask. Holden shrugs. "Not the whipping and caning, but the fun stuff like handcuffs, toys and well... orgasm denial. Are you into the pain?" I bite my lip and nod. "It's a fetish I guess. There's a fine line between pleasure and pain. If you find that middle line, it's incredible!" Holden grins. "Let me show you what I can do." He whispers in my ear before pushing me off him, down onto the bed and straddling me.

' There was that plea in his voice, raw and broken, mirroring the deep ache in my own heart—the emotional tether that bound us in this taboo dance of desire and surrender. I slid down his body slowly, savoring the drag of my skin against his, my heavy breasts brushing his chest, my hard nipples grazing his heated flesh and leaving trails of fire in their wake. My feet—oh, the fetish burned hot in my veins, a secret kink I'd harbored for so long, now begging to be indulged. As I positioned myself over his hips, I extended one leg, pressing the sole of my foot against his inner thigh, my toes curling into the firm muscle there, feeling the twitch of his body under my touch.

It was a non-sexual act that turned him on quicker than almost anything else. "You have the word 'sucker' written on your forehead, and I'll kick his ass if he breaks our vow of celibacy because you found his weakness." Matt walked toward them and landed in one of the chairs. "I'm taking her to bed as soon as she's done," Stephon said on a moan as she pressed into the arch of his foot. She laughed. "Wow, you're easy." "And you're creating a monster." Matt rolled his eyes. "If his is a foot fetish, what's yours?" She looked at Matt with a devious grin.

"Fetish?" "I thought I didn't have any strange fetishes all this while. I've always liked obedient, sexy, and beautiful women. I didn't have any specific preferences. But when I met you, I felt a surge of passion with every touch of your skin and every inhale of your delightful scent. I knew that you were my fetish." Sebastian stopped his kissing and looked into Tera's eyes. "My body has an intense sexual response when it touches you. And it becomes even more uncontrollable when I smell your scent. I can't fully explain all of this."