Scat Fetish Novels & Stories

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

I can’t help but laugh at her. “Yea, does that mean you both are going to complete the mate bonds next to each other? That’d be hot. I’d pay to see you girls mating and marking your chosen mates together. Not sure how your future, hypothetical chosen mates will feel about that,” said Scott, the cruder and more immature member of our friend group. Me and Sage wrinkle our noses at the thought he just said that we cannot unhear.

Carson licked his lips as he reminisced. This wolf was going to get a foot up the ass if he didn't chill the fuck out. I nodded as he showed me another one. "Bachelorette number two is Sara—or should I say, slutty Sara. Now, this one Alpha is a freak-a-leak. She likes bondage sex; Christian Grey style. She does this thing that will have you guys conjoined by the crotch for hours in pure ecstasy, and she doesn't mind a threesome," he winked at me, placing a hand on my thigh and I knew what he was suggesting.

He could not believe what was taking place. His enjoyment brought a smile on Martha’s face and Fred felt his dick ready to burst through his pants. “I know that you have a foot fetish,” revealed Martha. “I saw you licking my soiled flats earlier in the office,” she added. “Really?” he asked with q deep blush. “Martha, I am sorry, I will not repeat it,” he said. “Do not tell mom, please,” he added. “Do not worry, my lips are sealed,” she replied.

R: Rough Handling, Rutting Season, Restraint Via Strength/Powers, Regenerative Stamina Manhandling and forceful positioning. Biological imperatives driving mating behavior. Being held down by supernatural strength or abilities. Recovery times measured in minutes, not hours. S: Scales, Slick Non-Human, Split Anatomy, Size Kink, Supernatural Strength, Suffocation Play Textured skin that feels different. Natural lubrication that isn't human. Forked or doubled anatomy. Partners significantly larger or smaller. Strength used during sex. Breath control as intimacy. T: Tentacles Obviously, Tails Used Creatively, Teeth Marks, Temperature Extremes, Transformation Mid-Sex

(Ruin me, I’m yours. He laughs, the sound lies dark, he likes me this way. I created this fetish when I pretended not to be attracted to him and now he wants me saying it Everytime he fucks me. He does exactly as I ask, his fingers fuck into me hard and fast, grazing every sensitive spot inside me while he watches and drinks my every reaction.

“If you aren’t a slut, why were you looking at me like that. I saw you looking from the balcony. You’re either a slut or a fucking voyeur and pervert. Which is it?? What is your name slut?” “It’s…it’s..it’s Mary” was the stuttering reply. Sara cupped my breasts in her hands, “You haven’t told me yet. Are you a slut, or a pervert, or both?” I groaned with pleasure at the erotic touch of the bikini clad girl. “I…i…quit it…please stop…please…” little tears formed in the corners of my eyes. How had I let myself get into this position? “Drop your swim suit slut Mary. I want to see your naked body. Do it now, pet. You know you can’t resist me.” The teen kept staring into my eyes. The colors. The c

Specifically blow job scenes. You could say I watched a little too much p**n, and started to develop some odd fetishes. Ever since 7th grade I've been turned on by women's panties. I can still remember the girl who sat in front of me in science, Amelia. She always wore these silky smooth little panties, and they were constantly sticking out of her pants. So as the years went on, and I browsed all the panty p**n I could, my fetish began to change. Until one day when I was 17, it occurred to me, it would be an even bigger turn on to watch p**n while I was wearing panties. So I sneaked into my older sister’s room and raided her panty drawer. I took a nice silky pair, much like Amelia’s, and hur

Ann replied. “ I became your friend before she became your acquaintance, so you should definitely take mine too” Richard said. “Although you bullied me into becoming friends with you, I guess I could take yours too” Ann smirked. “ Wow, I hope you haven't forgotten who you are speaking to” Richard said. “ How can I forget a friend?” Ann said with sarcasm. “ Why do I get this scary feeling that I just walked into a sinking sand?” Richard said faking a shiver.

I nod, he so often knows what I need without me even speaking. "You see, I watch very closely Kitty, which is how I learnt that this". His hand moves, the flogger along my body, moaning I look at it. "That you react differently with PVC and Rubber than anything else. I have been watching closely and learning, that this little thing here, is your fetish". He moves the flogger between his hands. "Really Master?". He nods, “I don't think I have a fetish for it.”