Primal Fetish Novels & Stories

Clit fat and throbbing, I rubbed slow circles first, then matched their rhythm with every fucking thrust he gave her, I fucked myself deeper, wet sounds lining up with theirs. Prison was sneaky bullshit—quick finger-fucks in the showers, guilty rubs under the blanket. Quiet. Ashamed. This? Real dick tearing up real pussy right in front of me. Raw. Animal. No sorrys. It set me on fire. Feral. Starving.

"Beautiful Claire, love your naked pussy. Look so fucking edible, so pink and ripe and it smells so fucking delicious. I want your pussy and have you for hours and make you come over and over again. I have this fetish with a soft pink baby cunt like yours. Come, where's your room." I was moaning my answers, anticipating his promise for his fetish. He was stripping himself to naked, and he was beautiful. Too fucking beautiful, with his ripples of abs and delicious chest pecks. He was stroking his cock, trying to calm himself down. I was licking my lips seeing his size, imagining how it would feel inside my hungry cunt. "Move to the end of the bed babe come here." He said while patting the spa

In the depths of our union, our bodies spoke a language of passion and dominance that transcended words. With each thrust, he claimed me as his own, his movements leaving no doubt of his ownership. Felix's actions were a reflection of his untamed nature, a manifestation of his unquenchable hunger. He moved with a mix of urgency and purpose, fueling the flames of our desires until they threatened to engulf us both. His primal instincts guided his every motion, driving him to explore the depths of pleasure with a fervor that bordered on savage.

Primo just flawlessly hit it! “That’s what you want, right?” Primo asked and thrusted hard again. “Yes! Yes! More… give me more!” Fire lit on Georgia’s eyes as if hitting that spot gave life to her. “You’re really my little slut. You’re swallowing my dick every time I thrust, like a desperate little slut.” Primo spoke and then reached for her clitoris. “This little bean keeps on twitching as well. Look, it even grew bigger.” Primo rubbed her clit as his other hand held her hips to meet his hard thrust. The sound their bodies made lingered in the living room. Slurpy sound with every push Primo made.

He even admitted to having a fetish for Tera's body scent. Of course, Tera had searched for the meaning and examples of fetish; she was very curious why her husband thought of her as his fetish. After learning its meaning, Tera was flooded with memories of their togetherness. No wonder Sebastian always made Tera sit next to him wherever he went, whether on a plane, in a car, or even on a train. Sebastian never allowed Tera to sit too far from him while they were together. He often took the opportunity to touch her shoulder, arm, or even playfully mess with her hair. Initially, these intentional touches made her uncomfortable, but over time she got used to them. It didn't stop there, Sebastia

I asked him, my pride hurt and anger flaring in my eyes. "Yes, that is what I am asking of you. Being with a pregnant woman has always been one of my fetish. Your stubbornness has already driven me over the edge, knowing this now has only intensified my desire to worship your body. The one that is now Mother Nature's plaything" he said, the lust evident in his eyes as he drooled.

And after the feasts, those omegas become untouchable. The table in the middle city used to be filled with food and offerings. Now Gammas, betas and omegas alike use it to fuck infront of everyone during the full moon. The audience, the merchants and the humans enjoyed watching the lewd action of beasts fucking one another. A wicked form of beastiality. A fetish for the rich. But I don’t want any of it. I’d rather choose to be alone. If they somehow got the idea I was interested they'd pull me in. I did not want to know the consequences if I allowed someone else to touch me.

Well, my 56 years old client has a bunch of wrinkles on his face but wasn’t under his old pants. He was my first client and he paid really well for that. He fucked me so good that I couldn’t forget the first moment we had. In fact, he was the first to carry me along fetish and blow-sex. He might be old and most whores didn’t want old men but I prefer older men. Having heard her slut of a mum, she also isn’t an angel. She sometimes accepts real sex in exchange for high-paid cash. Most of her Cam-clients can’t just make due with seeing her nude.

The pressure was overwhelming, and left me breathless. I cried out as I sunk two fingers into myself and arched my back to get the best position for working my body over the edge as fast as I could. The idea of taking him deep inside was unbelievably appetizing, almost like a fetish. I enjoyed bigger men, but had never in my life seen anything like what Ethan was sporting. Monster was an understatement.

That we met outside the bar and went for a walk around town before we headed back to her hotel to have sex… But it came with a prize! She had a fetish that most ranked wolves would buck at. She hadn’t met her mate at this time, so I figured, why the hell not? When she met her mate, I’d be free of her anyway, and until then, I got to get laid. Sure, perhaps not exactly in a way I’d enjoy most of the time, but it was a small price to pay to escape execution… Besides... My mate was dead. The man who could hurt my daughter was dead. And I got to fuck an incredibly sexy woman…