Before I start my story, let me introduce myself. My name is Wendy. I’m an 18-year-old freshman in College. I have a fetish for nipples—my own, and those of other women. Some people might call me a pervert, but hey, what I do does not hurt anyone, and it makes my very happy—not to mention titillating me (excuse the pun) and bringing tremendous excitement int...
"I'm a foot fetishist, and proud of it. However, I am also a lesbian and proud of it. That's why, for this story, I'm making this chapter mainly about Madi and Veronica's relationship rather than Madi's foot fetish. I want people to realize that being a lesbian is a beautiful thing, as well as truly erotic. Don't worry, I am including some foot worship at th...
I was still a little wobbly after my post-lunch 'lie down' with Mel and Pixie. But, despite the state of my legs, I whispered to myself, "Lead us not into temptation," and slipped out of their arms, knowing that Miss Sinn expected her will to be done and would not forgive us our trespasses if we three didn't focus on the new case. Mel and Pixie could scour...
The music was soft, something I always liked about Dark Candy, my favourite club. It was actually possible to talk to eachother, quite the necessity for a fetish club. The chairs and couches in the alcoves were done in red velvet, and the walls dark, almost black beams running over them. The whole place was stylish, exclusive and most of all, stagnant. Bein...
Amy suddenly farted – or at least, it sounded like it. And it also sounded really wet. She gulped, sheepishly looking around to see if anyone noticed. Luckily, the lobby of her downtown Los Angeles apartment building was empty save for the front desk clerk, who was far enough away from her now. It was just past 10pm on a Friday night. Amy hurriedly walke...
Summary: White teacher submissive is seduced by black dominant parent. Note 1: This is a Holiday 2014 Contest story. Note 2: Thanks to goamz86 and Robert for editing this story. * Jasmine's last parent-teacher interview was scheduled for nine at night, a full hour after the evening was supposed to end. Janet Jones, the mother of Bethany Jones, couldn't m...
Caren Yeager swung her 1955 Mercedes-Benz 300SL off the San Diego freeway and expertly gunned it towards her on the city's outskirts. She ran a leather-gloved hand smoothly over the gleaming wooden steering wheel and thought how superbly the black leather looked on the wheel, as if it belonged. Had her car been a Bentley, or a Porsche, even, such gloves woul...
Well, I woke up the next morning early thinking about what had happened with Andrea the previous day and it wasn't long before my fingers were probing my fanny. My husband stirred and must have sniffed my little fiddle with my twat and was soon assisting me... I gave some serious thought in to not going to work that day...or any day for that matter. I am no...
It's no secret I'm a genderfucked individual, I'm a biological girl who likes to dress and fuck like a boy, sometimes. It's funny to admit that, because I'm a successful Dominatrix and fetish model. I'm chubbier than most in the industry but I do okay. I'm told it's my animal magnetism, sometimes I wonder if being not only nice but kinky can excuse my flaws....
After another night of romantic yet very dirty sex, Eve and Melody woke up in each other's arms yet again and went down to have breakfast, just the two of them. "Mmm, this tastes very good." Eve said to herself. "Well, not as good as you do." said Melody in reply. "Oh, you silly girl. Speaking of, what are you thinking we should do after you get off work...