Swimsuit Fetish Stories

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Waking to Torture?

by LFHAWW on Sep 1, 2017
Fetish

I wake up to find myself tied to the bed and blindfolded. I can sense Brandy standing over me. She has one foot between my legs with my naked cock resting on her foot and the other foot is pushing on my chest. "Good to see you're finally awake," CRACK!!! she slaps my chest with her foot, "Now, lets start the fun." He foot moves from my chest to my face. F...

High Heels

by toetickler27 on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

It started as just another late summer Friday night in our local bar. The room was crowded as usual with bearded young men and pretty girls in summer dresses, the usual twenty-somethings sipping craft beer. Who would have guessed I would encounter a sexual kink to turn me on like never before, and enjoy it in such a public setting? My long-time boyfriend Bo...

Hated Housemate's Used Panties

by sniffpanties on Sep 2, 2017
Fetish

I had moved to a neighboring country to attend university, but because I was unable to get into one of the very busy hostels, I was forced to rent a place elsewhere. I was thinking of renting a room on my own, but disliked the idea of staying with a whole house full of strangers, and I couldn't afford to rent an entire house on my own, so frankly, I was at m...

A Story for Jen

by twistD on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

As I'm wandering through the lingerie section, I notice you watching me. I can't help but blush thinking that you must realize that I am looking for me rather than someone else. I select a pair of black lacy French briefs, the kind that mould to the shape of my arse, a matching pair of suspenders and a pair of sheer black stockings with little bows at the ba...

Shocked

by newwriter17 on Sep 19, 2017
BDSM

I guess it's really my own fault. I took the picture. I admitted my attraction to her friend. I even confessed my secret fetish for sexual humiliation. And yet, when you combined that knowledge and used it against me, well...it was something I never anticipated. We'd always played around with sexy messaging — in e-mails, IMs, and text messages. I always enj...

Leather Makes the Dominant Woman

by Kinky Writer on Sep 2, 2017
Fetish

Perched gracefully on the edge of the velvet-covered ottoman, she watched blissfully as her husband tended to the shiny, new spiked heels that cradled her freshly pampered feet in front of him. His lips and tongue danced delicately along the riveted leather that traced seductively around her arch, then shifted perspective to suck hungrily on the 3" heel befo...

Leather

by barbie2k on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

17 April 1922, Berlin Three riding crops were lined up in a row. Two cat o' nine tails next to them. A leather mask and bustier. Cuffs lined with mink. On a raised dais was a daybed draped in red velvet. Candles flickered in sconces on the walls. Fierce heat from the fireplace. It wasn't your typical showroom, but then Ingrid was a master--or rather, mistr...

Learning Lessons

by Sashagirl93 on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

I answered the door, my heart racing a little. No amount of makeup prep or hair-smoothing could prepare me. This was as good as it's gonna get. "Hi" I breathed, trying to fight the blush. Eric stepped past me, into the living room. "Are you alone?" He asked, looking through to the kitchen area. I nodded. He seemed stressed, if not a little cryptic. There...

Lazy Margaret

by Paradiggler on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

One of my first female housemates was Margaret and we ended up living together for over 2 years. She was 12 years older than me at the time (I was 22 and she was 34). Margaret was a very shapely woman with big hips and buttocks which were her best physical asset, along with her large breasts. She always had the habit though, of leaving her dirty clothes...

Lavender Salts and Apricot Kernels

by noisymother on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

I come through from the kitchen carefully carrying the bowl of nice hot water with the lavender salts in, all dissolved, making the water smooth and silky. Fragrant steam rose from it and I inhale deeply. I set the bowl down on the floor at her feet. She sits in the big armchair, slumped rather into it, her legs stretched out. Her work jacket is slung over...