Pee Fetish Novels & Stories

' 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.

That is more mortifying than anything could be. I leave the club entirely, leaving the patrons to the demented things they like most. To me, this is strictly for business and I’ll keep it that way. They want somewhere to indulge in their sexual fantasies without the fear of anyone seeing them or anything, then once a week I open up this part of my pack and make that dream a reality. It makes the pack a shit ton of money because you don’t know just how much men are willing to pay to get their dick wet. It works for me so by all means, they should go ahead and do whatever they like.

Standing, her head barely reaching his chin, she pressed her naked frame against him and whispered, "Is it wrong that I want to stare at them?" Wrong? Never. He couldn't admit it aloud, but he'd always enjoyed watching people being intimate, a fetish he discovered in high school when he came across a girl giving a buddy of his a BJ under the bleachers during a school dance. He'd been unable to tear himself away, just like he'd stayed to watch Francine when Alejandro bounced her on his cock. Sometimes the role of audience could titillate almost as much as that of participant. Of course, only one thing could make it better. Sharing it with the woman he wanted, a naked, very horny one who press

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."

They’d been flirty and laughing all evening and dinner had become a silly affair with Ares telling her naughty jokes to try to make her blush and her reminding him she lived with Dimi Lykiaos and nobody had a bigger potty mouth than her. Now however he was focused on another topic. “A BDSM parlor. What exactly did you do there?” “Fetish play.” He came to a dead stop, his eyes rounding incredulously. “Like what?” “Never intercourse but I had one guy who paid me a grand more than once to lick peanut butter off my body. There was a man who simply liked feet. He paid me five hundred bucks a session to massage my feet while I yelled obscenities at him. He was a nice guy but I’m pretty sure his mo

Suddenly Pusscat is standing in the door. “Getting a little drink”. I hold up the plastic bag. “Cheers”. “There are bags upstairs”. “I am soaking up the atmosphere. Are you really talking the cows into all this ?” Pusscat let’s out a small laugh and walks to the fridge. “These days it is no problem living out any kink you might dream of. It is no longer a sport convincing Your victim to let their hair down. It seems to be a requirement to have at least one fetish or kink in each home”.

"Fuck me, Toby. Make me yours. I want your cock inside me. I want it so bad..." She was a lesbian with a fetish. Not, as you may have guessed, a fetish for cock, or for men, or even for not being a lesbian. Nope - Beth knew exactly who she was. She knew what she wanted, and she knew that it wasn't men. Beth liked pussy, exclusively, and (just for fun) I had decided not to mess with that. Instead, I gave her my fetish. Beth, just like me (and just like everyone else I turned, to be fair), had a pregnancy fetish.

“You know what? I have the perfect cat for you. He’s a new face around here but I can tell he’s desperate for a play. You’ve always been my best gal so why don’t you take him?” She hands me a file with a list of the sub’s interests: objectification, degradation, findom, voyeurism, exhibitionism, feet fetish, temperature play, sadism/masochism, breath play, anal play, feminization, but golden shower is at the top of the list. I smile. “He’s perfect! I guess I’ll need a drink. Plenty of drinks!” I say with a wink. **** The room is lit with red bulbs. I see him immediately, kneeling on the floor with his head down.

My boyfriend is a piece of shit for cheating on me, I was so loyal to him, turned down a lot of guys for him. I have been sex-starved for a month now, even before I broke up with him. I touched myself a lot after the break up, but couldn’t still get that satisfaction I longed for. So I got myself a couple of sex toys, they were fast at making me hit orgasm, and making me cum. There wasn’t that intense pleasure you would get from a man, the touches, the gaze, and the voice. Even the moans from the man, how he gives you care and all of that. “I am cooked” I cried out, lying on my bed alone in my bedroom.