Poop Fetish Novels & Stories

He tugged the fabric to the side. “I like thinking about doing this while we’re out to brunch. No one has to know that I’ve got two fingers deep inside you while you’re eating those pancakes you like so much.” I tiptoed on my feet and had to grab his shoulders. I liked what he was describing. “I think you have a panty fetish.” “Only for you.” He hooked his fingers around the center of them and tugged them down my thighs. “But I want access to your sweet pussy for the rest of the evening, so these have to go.”

“But my plan is. In this world, you’ll find people whose goals match mine. Maybe even go beyond… but in the worst ways.” He paused for effect. “But if you stay in my clutches, I’ll help you vanish. With a new identity, a new life.” Hailey frowned, confused, emotions spiraling. Her lips parted as she tried to understand the riddle in his words. “But… with them?” he added. “Oh darling, you don’t want to know what kind of breed those people are.” His words made no sense. Not yet. “W-Who? Who else in Aiken’s group?” she asked, voice laced with genuine fear now.

And then, we go home and fuck each other like rabbits! I lay on my stomach next to my best friend, she was lying beside me on my bed while we surfed with my laptop. We were watching short free p**n videos of girls giving blow jobs and letting the guy cum all over their face and even in their mouths. “Eeeww, that looks so gross! How can they do that!” blurted Sharon. “I don't know, most of them look like they like it. Do you think they are drunk or fucking high or something?

"So you really, really like it? Have you ever tried it yourself?" "Oh no, again this is more of a total dream for me. Obviously it's a more common fetish than you might think, but I think we just like to use it as an extreme thought to get off to. I don't think most of my viewers would actually, you know, eat from me, if given the chance. I don't think I'd ever try it myself."

I wanted to disappear. “I—I didn’t mean to—” My voice came out shaky, barely above a whisper. He sat up slightly, muscles rippling, cock still hard and heavy in his fist. The phone screen had gone dark, but I knew exactly what he’d been imagining. “Yet here you are,” he growled, eyes dragging slowly down my body like he could see right through the thin nightgown. “Watching me jerk off to the thought of fucking you raw. Tell me, Sincerely… does that innocent act turn you on? Or is that pretty pussy dripping because you finally saw what you came looking for earlier?”

“Bondage, impact play, role reversal, exhibitionism, voyeurism, sensory deprivation, pet play, degradation, praise, group play… anything that’s ever crossed your mind, even if you haven’t acted on it.” I bit my lip. “I… haven’t really. Not with anyone else. It’s mostly been… this. With him.” He tilted his head. “And on your own? Do you watch p**n? What kind draws you in?” My face burned. I looked down at my hands. “I… yeah. Sometimes.” He waited, patient.

I just grabbed two sugars with trembling hands, and emptied them into my coffee. "Your coffee is a bit boring, don't you think?" He said. "Well I'm not that spontaneous." I replied, taking a small sip. He just nodded, biting into his doughnut. "Hey, did you know, that chocolate is an aphrodisiac?" I choked on my coffee, then looked at him with wide eyes. He just grinned at me and continued eating his doughnut. "That's-that's a appalling thing to say.." I said in between coughs.

Then suddenly he growled out as he raised his head pulling his hair out of her grasp and pressing his open mouth completely against her cunt. This time Aurora trembled, this might just be the first time she has witnessed a man who has love for licking and eating out a woman's clit. Yes she had met men with different and weird taste, once there was a man she had beded and he had a fetish for feet and another for armpits. He literally eat her armpit out. Another man's fetish was her ass hole, she partly enjoyed it but not as much as she's enjoying now....

I finish with a chuckle. “I do.” That catches my attention, and this time my head snaps to his face, sincerity laced his brown orbs. “What?” “I said, I do, I do understand that people have weird fetishes, and I do understand that yours is exhibition, because I also like it, the thrill that comes from exhibition.”

I look down, seeing his very large erection standing at attention. “No way you’re peeing on me. I’m not into that at all,” I say very seriously. I know that’s a fetish and I also know that animals mark their territory with pee, but no way in hell I’m letting this guy pee on me. I don’t care how great he is or how sexy he is. No pee. “Not my urine,” he says, giving me a forced smile. “It’s fine. Maybe Baron can rub himself against you and scent you later.”