Pee Fetish Novels & Stories

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.

He looked hideous. “If you like, I have many more vile words.” Ron stared at me. “Do you like dirty words? It's a pity I haven't given you a taste of the Whip.” “Since when do you abuse underage girls?” I stepped forward and approached him. “Tell me.” “You want to know?” Ron grinned, “I've had this fetish since before I met you. But I never used it on you because you're boring and rigid. The girls were more fun. I like to see the whip crack on their fresh skin, red as a blooming rose. Their screams excite me. They were like lowly b.itches when they knelt before me and begged for my forgiveness.”

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.

she whimpered, the word slipping out before she could stop it. Julian froze, a smirk playing on his lips. He loved hearing her break. He loved knowing that the most feared woman in the firm was reduced to a shaking mess beneath him. He stepped back just enough to free himself from his trousers, his cock thick and pulsing, straining against the air. He didn't use a condom; he didn't care about the risks, only the reward of claiming her completely in the middle of her own sanctuary.

She’d scrolled through enough secret forums and explicit photos late at night, fingers buried between her slick folds, imagining the sharp bite of metal against her most sensitive spot. Her pussy throbbed at the thought, already dampening her panties. She bit her lip, nipples hardening into tight peaks beneath the thin fabric. Fuck it. She opened the app—Elite Body Mods: Discreet Home Service—and booked the premium package. Double nipple piercings plus consultation for intimate piercing. The f*e was eye-watering, but privacy was worth every penny. No shop, no strangers staring at her bare tits. Just a professional who would come to her.

~~PEYTON~~ ⚠️ WARNING! ⚠️ **TRIGGERS** MFM Threesome Anal Sex (F/M) Delayed Orgasm Dubious Consent / Dominance Play Verbal Degradation / Intense Possessiveness Pain Infliction Gagging and Choking ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Not just for my own personal safety, (in case any angry regulars catch me in the street and expect something just because I do it in the evenings), but because I'm fully aware of the assumptions that would be made. I mention fetish club to anyone that doesn’t already work in the sex industry, and I know I’d be asked whether it means I'm a prostitute, or a p**n star, or whether I do all the things from that god-awful infamous film that made everyone think they are suddenly into BDSM.

Not the filthy, twisted, no-limits way that made my pussy throb just thinking about it. I stripped down to nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a pair of thin panties after my shower, my nipples already tight and sensitive against the soft fabric. I climbed onto my bed, the sheets cool against my bare skin, and opened my favorite p**n site. The glow from the screen lit up my dim room like a dirty secret. I didn’t waste time on vanilla crap tonight. My fingers flew across the keyboard: *step daddy fucks step son rough*. Thumbnails loaded, full of exactly what I needed—muscular older men with commanding bodies dominating eager younger guys, cocks buried deep, faces twisted in raw pleasure.