Primal Fetish Novels & Stories

Standing, her head barely reaching his chin, she pressed her naked frame against him and whispered, "Is it wrong that I want to stare at them?" Wrong? Never. He couldn't admit it aloud, but he'd always enjoyed watching people being intimate, a fetish he discovered in high school when he came across a girl giving a buddy of his a BJ under the bleachers during a school dance. He'd been unable to tear himself away, just like he'd stayed to watch Francine when Alejandro bounced her on his cock. Sometimes the role of audience could titillate almost as much as that of participant. Of course, only one thing could make it better. Sharing it with the woman he wanted, a naked, very horny one who press

I breathed his perfume, so fresh and sweet, that it made me thirsty, desperate for anything he could offer me. I would have, willingly, knelt at your feet and begged for attention. Letting him caress my hair, like his dear pet, in the same way a man did with the girl between his legs, while she touched his penis gently. Even if it screamed against everything I believed or took as my life route, I would have surrendered. Not least because admitting my fetishes out loud were nothing of what I insisted on hiding. He was my fetish. Everything in it. It took me too long to find an answer that didn't sound according to my mental confusion, and Zachary added:

"You're so sure when they're not your mate but you don't know how to identify the one?" "Some with the experience say there is instant attraction" the alpha wolf answered. "Others say that you would not be able to let her go." "How are you sure that's not Charlene Hayford?" Calvin asked seriously. "I've been thinking about her a lot lately and trust me, this is not my primal desires talking." "You feel the attraction, I don't." "What's the difference?" Calvin asked. "You were already in my head the first day I saw her." "You're right, that's your primal desires talking" the wolf responded. "This person in question, male or female would arouse and be an object of your feral Desires. My desire

"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.

The message read: "Hey J, it's Kayla. I miss you, but I need more. I've found something that really turns me on. I want you to be a part of it." Curious and concerned, I called her immediately. She answered, her voice breathy and excited. "J, I'm so glad you called. I've been exploring my sexuality, and I've discovered this amazing fetish. It's called impregnation, and it's everything I've ever wanted." I was shocked. "What do you mean? You want to get pregnant?" "Oh, J, you have no idea. I want to be filled with cum, over and over again. I want to be used and dominated by big, strong men. And I want you to watch it all happen."

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

"thats where my pack has all our shifting parties when the moon reaches its apex the moon reflexs perfectly off the water. my pack calls it the moon pool because of this....i think its a great idea" "what is a shifting party?" beth asks confused. i look over my laptop at him curious my self but he kind of explained it earlier but im curious if he will go on more about it. "well a shifting partty is where when the moon reaches its apex on a wolfs 16th birthday they shift and so to make them more relaxed we have either close family and friends or a huge group of people present during the shift what we do is when the new wolf starts to shift every wolf that is present starts to shift but slower

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

Even though he doesn't care, it won't be enjoyable to him… ‘Except he loves fucking dead girls!’ My brain screams it in my head. Somehow, it fills my head with terror. Thick bumps creep along my bare skin, crippling my thoughts. Fucking dead bodies is one dark kink, and just realizing how lost Mr. Russo is, he might be into that fetish too. ‘But he won't fuck me in my unconsciousness, right?’ I try to make sense of it. ‘It’s rape…’ ‘No darling, you already sold your soul to him for a night when you were devilish enough to poison another—’

Aiden and Raff say but Hikaru scrunches their eyebrows. “I can mate with her in the DJ booth while working, but won’t people see?” Hikaru asks. They add, “I don’t mind but am not sure it’s legal to have sex in public even on fetish night.” “It’s fetish night and you are into bondage, make it look like fetish play,” Aiden suggests. Both have a good point, but is she into it? ******