Pee Fetish の小説・ストーリー

Peter said, “yes, I agreed with you that your dick Is tiny but It is too long, and that Is the normal size that I desire, and besides, your dick Is not too tiny, I enjoyed It better than an oversize dick that Is thick and long” Fathia explained, “am happy that you enjoyed what I have, but don't let the enjoyment be one-sided, and don't be selfish about the bedroom affairs, be reasonable enough to keep me satisfied sexually,” Peter said,

The old man entered, followed by two men. "Victor," the man called as he walked over to him. "I will give you full freedom, but you must impregnate those five women." "I don't get aroused when they are hyper," he said. "I would rather fuck a dead woman." "So, that's your fetish?" the man on the left asked. "None of them arouse me," he said straightforwardly. They already knew that he wouldn't get aroused by them. They thought he had sexual dysfunction and that it would be hard for them to continue their experiment.

The other one either needs to pay more or pique my interest. “Second attachment: Fetish feet kink. The client would like to play with your feet and wants you to massage him with them.” Now I burst into laughter. How is it I have two feet requests in one day? Are these both Kenny? I chuckle as I put my phone away as I see my best friend, Daniel approach.

“If you really want this dick then answer my question. Tell me what goes on in your club.” “FUCKING IS WHAT GOES ON!” she screamed at him. “It’s a fetish club mostly for yuppies and upper-class folk,” she spoke breathlessly, her eyes blazed at him. “They meet, they socialise, they share themselves out to anyone who wants to fuck them and watch others getting fucked.” Thaddeus felt satisfied with that and thus inserted the crown of his prick between her tight pussy folds. “Ohh yes, oh fuck yes,” Erica cooed while sucking in her breath. “Oooh you know just what I want, baby. Gimme all that dick.”

And every bitch deserves to be fucked like a queen. Was that a twisted way of thinking? Maybe. But it was mine. The truth is, I didn’t want to submit. I wanted to dominate. To control. To flog. To slap. To make sure pleasure was given, not taken. Sex should be a gift I deliver, not something I surrender to.

No matter what’s happening, the irreverent little goofball can always make me laugh. I firmly squeeze her ankle, returning her to the sensations at hand – or in this case, at foot. Ryah trembles from my every touch. I bite her arch and her breath catches, a sweet sound of need. My heart and cock pound in reaction to her every response. I’m a self-assured Dom, certain of my authority, my skills and my appeal. I worked for over a year in a fetish club, giving countless women the pleasure or pain that they needed. It became an addiction for me: dominating women. Using them to meet my own cravings, because that’s what I needed, too.

Expensive shampoos and oils are in baskets on the side. “Let me help you out of those clothes.” He says in a deep seductive voice while kissing my neck from behind. Slowly stripping me naked. I turn and return the favor while he inhales a deep breath. He’s already hard and ready. We slip into the bath and he reaches for the oils messaging every part of me finishing at my clit. “Julius, If I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanted another foot job. Do you have a fetish?” I lift my brow to him

Scratching (giving) — 2 Scratching (receiving) —4 Biting (giving) — 2 Biting (receiving) —4 Kissing (giving) — 5 Kissing (receiving) —5 Zapping (electricity) — 4 Ice cubes — 5 Wax play —4 Clothes pegs — 5 Knife play —5 Fire Play —3 Breath play Breath control — 4 Choking — 5 Humiliation Teasing — 5 Humiliation (private) — 5 Humiliation (public) — 4 Verbal humiliation — 5 Spitting — 5 Objectifying — 5 Shaving — 3 Sexy clothing — 4 Outdoor scenes — 4 Public exposure — 3 Body part torture Nipple clamps — 5 CBT — 5 Sounding —5 Fetishes Feet — 1 Boots — 4 Underwear (panties/lingerie)— 2

Jax groaned, his hips snapping against her ass. Then she felt a thick, lubed finger press against her other hole. She tensed. “Relax, legacy,” a calm voice soothed, even as the finger pushed in, working her open. “Gonna fill this sweet ass next. Gonna make you take cock in every hole at once. That’s how you become a Phi Kap bitch.”

"I-if.. you.. don't.." "Maybe.. yes? Maybe not?" was all Zayn had to say before turning his glance at the space of pole dance. The girls continued to display their performance in the hope of attracting the boss's attention and get lucky to serve him in the bed. Yet today seemed harder than any other day. However, one of the men gathered the courage in their veins by bringing the heated topic in the room, which made all of them turn shut. "We shouldn't forget that her father.. is Aiken. She has his blood, his line of heir. If we..." However he was cut short when Zayn passed the chiller glance in his direction.