The premise of this world is simple, but open to a lot of different options. In it, all characters over the age of 18 gain special powers that align with their true fetishes. It's possible for people to have up to know about five of their most powerful fetishes, and thus, have five powers. But because not everybody is very sexually adventurous, most only hav...
It was late in the evening, and you were laying on your bed. It had been a usual day, with a usual ending: you, masturbating to your favorite bit of fetish porn. You took a shower,were browsing the internet for a bit, and then turned around to go to sleep, when suddenly, you heard a noise in your room. It sounded like the buzzing of an insect, mixed with the...
Scribbler's Notes: I decided to do something a little different based on recent experiences and my discovery of the head shaving fetish world. I didn't put it in non-erotic because for a lot of people, this type of story is VERY erotic. Thanks so much to Katt and Wolfe for introducing me to the concept of baldness as a kink. Enjoy. * His fingers trailed al...
We had been planning the outfit for months, and finally the day was upon us. The outfit was for me, not my wife. I have been a latex fetishist for years and I have slowly been able to bring my wife round to my way of thinking, although she is not as out there as me. We live in South Africa, where latex is scarce and expensive and really hard core fetish...
For many years, my particular fetish was something of which I was ashamed. I also felt a lot of guilt about it. At one point, I learned that there was a name for the kind of activity that I would fantasize about: "golden showers". But it didn't immediately help me to know that there were others out there with this preponderance...the whole "fetish" world was...
Black women are rude. Black women are arrogant. Black women are too damn bossy. Black women are too feisty. Yeah, you and I hear that shit every day. I'm a Black guy who loves bossy Black women and for the longest time, I couldn't seem to find the Black dominatrix of my dreams. How weird is that shit, for real? My name is Michael Franciscan, and I'm a young...
Gentle reader: I do hope my introduction last time met with your approval. I realise, of course, this may not be the case at all. "All this spunky nonsense is nothing more than stuff and nonsense", you may have scoffed, and proceeded to find something much more entertaining to read or do. If so, all I can do is proffer my most sincere apologies from the very...
It was a fairly normal encounter during fetish weekend: Two masters sitting at the bar and chatting, their subs on leashes behind them. In this case, one of them had a rubber gimp on his leash, hands chained behind its back, a gas mask with darkened lenses obscuring its features. The other one had a rubber puppy sitting at his feet, hands locked in rubber pa...
Author's Note: This builds upon the events of the previous chapters. I would recommend reading them first, before diving into this chapter. ***** Thursday, January 22 I slammed my hand onto the alarm clock this morning to silence it and pulled the covers over my head. It wasn't simply the fact I needed more sleep, although God knows I could have used it....
She winked at me from behind the bar. My long-time friend. My buddy's wife. She who rendered me giddy with even a modest flirtation. She whose occasional raised eyebrow, sultry tilt of head and nearly imperceptible puckering of lips filled me with champagne buzz wooziness. My flirtatious bartender. The woman I'd fantasized about for so long...my secret fetis...