A while ago, I met a rubber-loving guy on the internet, who was so enthusiastic in his descriptions of his particular pleasure that I arranged to meet him. I've never actually met him but we exchange fantasies by email, and what follows is one of my fantasy emails:- The other day, whilst dozing in bed about 7am, I was fantasising about various scenarios if...
The music in the fetish club throbbed in Margaret's ears as she sat, sipping mineral water at the bar and waiting for Ethan to arrive. Around her, an impressive array of vinyl skinned, latex wrapped, and leather-clad strangers seethed like a river as they negotiated past the islands of undulating bodies that swayed and bounced to the heavy bass beats that fi...
Following the eventful day when both our fetishes had been revealed Carol became the dominant force in our sex lives. She bought an array of clothing for me , garter belts, stockings , she had me wear her satin panties she also bought extra makeup for me to wear around the house . She had me shave all my pubic hair which made my cock look bigger than its 7in...
Fetish also fetich (fe-tish) 1. an object (as an idol or image) believed to have magical powers (as in curing disease) 2. an object of unreasoning devotion or concern 3. an object whose real or fantasized presence is psychologically necessary for sexual gratification. ------The Merriam Webster Dictionary * Sara and I, two American ex-pats, live by the rhy...
My wife Sara had expressed her interests in watching me suck another man for the last couple years. I was never really sure about it, so it was just something she fantasized about when masturbating. Sometimes when eating her, she would tell me to lick her cunt clean from the mess the boys had made in there. Of course there wasn't any cum in there but it got...
A real life - and not very erotic - story about a prodomme. She had thick glasses. And quiet clothes. And the manner you get with two degrees. Strangers passing her on the street would think, 'a librarian with decent legs'. She actually did have decent legs. More than decent. But she was not a librarian. Come to think of it, she was a Liberian. At least sh...
Harriet’s Hutch, Gotham City Center “Hay boss?” the shop clerk called to the store owner, “Is it me or has there been a run on rubber this past week?” “Rubber, leather, vegan leather, vinyl, wetlook, strap-ons, sex toys, bondage gear…” the owner said looking around the depleted stocks, “Last time I saw something like this was the week before the fetish shop...
Chapter 1: Attack of the Catgirl. Erin could not have foreseen how her day would end nor how her life would change so drastically. It was Friday night and she was letting her hair down, metaphorically at the Club. The Yard was a New York fetish club catering mostly to the S&M and Goth crowds, though they did occasionally have a swingers night about once a m...
This story is where I plan to write holiday chapter's involving vampires, succubus, possibly were stuff like wolves , futas , stuff like that, and possibly other Halloween creatures. Follow different characters, including me through their life as it gets changed during the holidays.What's next? Halloween 2017 Early Christmas Present 2017 Futa Transformation...
I'm still here at this fucking fetish ball. A rubber ball, in fact. You know the details, I've been through this once before. The last one had no name; I didn't care to get his name or give out my own. This one has a name. This tall, muscular, gorgeously tattooed body that is wearing a black sleeveless dress shirt and fake fangs is Joel. He seems cocky, self...