(Warning, this story contains futa and cum inflation) This is just an rp I adapted into a story. I didn't heavily proofread and tweak it to be extra hot in story format, but I hope y'all can enjoy and I'll make more (this one continues, but I just whipped this part up in a night) ------ The clinking of glasses as Lydia mixes drinks in the dark kitchen of...
It all started going wrong when my aunty caught me enjoying my secret fetish of wearing one piece swimsuit and doing horn masturbation. let me explain this strange fetish of mine latterly strange. I love deep vibrations of horn sound, an auto horn sound vibrations on stomach which vibrates deeply every molecule inside my stomach and surprisingly I got orgasm...
It was a few years ago, and I'd just started a new job, working as an office manager. It was a good opportunity, although admittedly I felt a bit weird being the only man in an office full of women. Many of them were attached—as was I—and really my job was primarily to sort of stay in the background and keep things running smoothly. Generally, I just hid in...
Ever find yourself in a situation completely immoral, yet allowed you to live out one of your deepest, darkest fantasies? I'd been using Tumblr for about 6 months or so, just as a way to catalogue photos of pregnant women that I liked. Somehow, through my lurking around, I found that there were many people, including women, who shared my fetish, and even us...
Although this episode is one of the more restrained of the Couples Off the Interstate (KOI) collection, the Greater Squick Rule of Classification requires it be entered in the Fetish Category. Maya the B Kaw Valley, Early Autumn, 1970 "Maya the B." How strangely she loved! I guess I could tell you about her, too. Back in the Sixties, the "open relationsh...
High Priestess Alarra paced in her chambers, anxiously awaiting official word of her campaign. Alarra’s kingdom had been at war with the demonic forces of corruption for years, and had made steady progress in pushing them back. All official reports indicated that victory was near, despite horrific casualties, and rumors this morning were that the army was re...
My hands are tied. Pulled up above my head, with my wrists crossed and fastened together. The rope that joins them is attached to a ring sunk in the wall above my head. I am fully dressed but nevertheless I feel vulnerable. My breath is loud in my own ears, and it gets louder as Master moves to stand in front of me, with a large pair of scissors in his hand...
The sensation of relief gushing through my cock was exquisite. My fingers could feel the hard flow desperate to escape pulse through my semi erect shaft as I watched the steady jet play up the stone wall in front of me, proximity sufficient for hot splash backs to pepper my ankles and sandaled feet. The feelings accompanying the immediate release of my desp...
She wasn't helpless, but Natalya gave the audience that impression. She knew a single signal to Max would end the show. He wouldn't be pleased, but Max believed she knew her limits best. Only Natalya knew that her limits had been pushed so far that she had no idea when to stop. Encased in a translucent latex cat suit, her tight gymnast body was on display f...
My grateful and sincere thanks to my friend Max Martines for the seed of this story. Thank you for allowing me to take your idea and turn it into something better than I would have done on my own. Te quiero mucho. C ***** I took the day off, I really needed to unwind. I decided to use the day off to indulge in my fetish. No use in taking a day off and not...