Pee Fetish の小説・ストーリー

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.

"You're a monster, newbie my ass." I grinned, tracing his abs, but then the words bubbled out, because after that, I felt safe enough to admit the weird shit. "Hey, Calder... there's stuff I've always wanted to try. Like, weird fetishes I saw on the X web back in my edgy teen phase always dreamed about doing them with you, specifically." He propped up on his elbows, eyebrows quirked. "X web? Jesus, Ava, what the fuck spill."

How can they make something I normally consider vile so sexy? “To what do I owe this pleasure? You are still coming to visit, I hope,” Dominic asks. “We are, but I am still prohibited from vigorous sexual acts. I finally had the talk with Rhett about urethral play and piss kinks and it went well. It went even better than I had thought it would,” I report. “He needs to hydrate more but he reacts quite favorably to playing and to drinking piss.” “Do you think my other kink will deter him?” Dominic asks.

Aiden says. “Yup, but by really horny I mean we will need some serious fortification and elixir to increase stamina because she is just days away from craving our touches and our cocks constantly. She doesn’t want kids yet, so mom gave me herbs,” Raff explains and I feel his disappointment as he sinks against me. “Tomorrow is fetish night at the club. If we are all there and she gets out of hand, will she go after any cock?” Aiden asks. “Oh, she will go after cock or pussy if ours aren’t available, so I suggest we be available,” Raff says.

"What kind of sick fetish?" "Just...the kind that ordinary people would find appalling," Vicky muttered. Worried that the man might not believe her, she started exaggerating, "He likes to whip and torture people. He takes joy in others' pain..." "That's all?" The man asked emotionlessly. 'Is that not enough?' Vicky thought to herself. She glanced at the man and gritted her teeth. For someone to be a customer in Forever Night, she knew that the man before her had seen it all and what she mentioned might sound normal to him. She looked up and faced the demon mask he was wearing.

The screen showed a woman in a sterile hospital room, sweat-slicked and straining, her legs splayed wide on the stirrups as the baby's head crowned. I remember freezing, my dick twitching in my jeans for no goddamn reason. It wasn't the baby; it was her... the raw, animal power ripping through her body, the way her pussy stretched impossibly around that emerging life, lips swollen and slick with fluids. I jerked off that night for the first time to the memory, cum spilling over my fist as I imagined being there, close enough to touch. Years later, the fetish had burrowed deep, like a parasite feeding on my soul. By day, I coded algorithms for a faceless corp, smiling at meetings, flirting ha

When I pull a confused face, she smiles, “It definitely isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, or even shot of whiskey, but there are some who like to participate in golden showers, brown showers, that sort of thing. Anything that has to do with bodily fluids below the waist, happens in this room.” Once understanding hits, I’m a bit mortified, but then I remember what Jace taught me. Everyone has their own fetishes, and we are not to judge anyone for it. I think about my own, and even though it’s very common, a lot of people would still be disturbed by my cravings for pain, so I calm myself and then get back into my own head space.

he explained earnestly, although I felt, there was a reason far deeper than the clarification he just gave. “Speaking of which who the hell defines their sex life so tacitly into terms and conditions and slaps them onto a contract?” I helplessly throw my arms up in the air in exasperation. Swirling a pen randomly between his fingers he bluntly explains,“I understand that you might be surprised but these contracts are quite common in the fetish world to avoid lawsuits. There are exclusive clubs and communities of people who like to confirm what they are paying for. ” (Angrily) “So that’s all that I’m for you? A prostitute who caters to your every whim and fancy!!??”

he ordered. Pamela was unable to speak since her breath was really short. This was not what she planned for her and her father’s best friend but the experience was the most erotic she had ever been through. Pamela had pictured them tangled in a comfortable soft bed, making passionate love slowly rather than leaned over a piano. He easily thrusted two fingers into her dripping cunt and unzipped his pants. Then, he grabbed his dick and began massaging it between the cheeks of her ass up and down.

“Yes, Daddy. I love your dick,” And as the spirit of horniness enveloped their senses, Keatton dive into the doctor’s pants as he kissed on the bulging cock. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Ahhhhhhhh. Uhhhhhhhhhhh. Fuck. Yeah, Baby!” Damon moaned. Keatton looked at the body of Damon. He came thirsty, and he wanted to taste Damon, especially his armpit, as this was his fetish.