This broad category of fetish stories covers all kinds of fetishism activities, whether they be for feet, latex, smoking, pantyhose, stockings, rubber, high heels, and even balloons!
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The sun was just coming up when Liam dropped me off at home. He walked me to my door and gave me a soft kiss before he went off to his own house. Alone in the quiet house, it started to hit me just how tired I was. I went downstairs and stripped off every...
I was quiet and lost in thought, walking beside Liam, my hand feeling very small in his. It wasn’t easy to take in what I’d just seen and how I had felt and been made to feel about it. Of course I had already known that Lydia and Cheryl were lovers, and I...
It was late and the city had taken on a different feel. As we drove in silence, I looked out the windows of the truck, seeing the dark empty streets occasionally punctuated with twinkling lights. Whenever we passed another car or saw people on the sidewal...
With a gentle tug, I too was guided forward, crawling a bit forward until I felt the dildo slip from my ass, leaving me feeling that familiar empty sensation. In addition to having been allowed orgasm, my victory in this challenge seemed to put me above J...
Before Jeff and I had started this adventure, we both knew, even if we hadn’t said it out loud, that sooner or later, there would almost certainly be some breaking of character. At day and at night, for the majority of the time, we could fantasize and pre...
Cheryl seemed perhaps a bit embarrassed after her orgasm, reaching down to tug her tights up. I was a bit off balance as well, trying to think of what the implications might be of what had just happened. I had just gone down on my wife in front of my neig...
I met Jose when we were consultants for a tech company. I was thirty and he was twenty-two and just out of college. Our long days of training workers ended with dinner and a trip back to the apartment complex where we were staying. It’s lonely on the road...
I was very aware of my chastity cage as I moved to the kitchen and poured us each a mug of coffee. I met her in the living room and set the mugs down. She had curled up on one end of the sofa, so I sat down on the other end, sharing it with her, but with...
Lydia made a show of welcoming me inside and leading me to her kitchen, as though nothing was out of the ordinary. She pointed out the food that we needed to carry over, as well as some special spice mixes for it, to be brushed on while I grilled. We got...
“Thank you, Officer Cooper,” I said as Jeff passed me my morning breakfast tray through the bars, a tray with a plate of eggs, orange juice, a piece of toast, and a bowl of oatmeal. He nodded and I sat down on my cot and ate with the plastic utensils whic...
I ached, kneeling there, working to please and pleasure the fake cock while just above me I could feel and hear and smell the evidence of her pleasure. I was just the entertainment for her at that moment. As I was her floor show, it was also clear that I...
In the aftermath of orgasm, with that bliss fading quickly, it felt especially humiliating to have to get down on my knees and search out the puddles of cum with my tongue. The spreader bar was keeping my ankles spread wide, making me feel continually exp...
STAVE 1 - The Party Sheena first spied the mouthwatering Vince Carino at Zach's birthday bash, a party she had been reluctant to attend. “You’ve turned into a boring lump, Sheena," the possessive Marion chided. "Parties are fun! Zach invited some bikers....
You may have wondered at some point in your life as to why men have nipples? There is a scientific explanation, which I'll save for later, but the short answer in one word is spelled P..L..E..A..S..U..R..E, pleasure, pure and simple. How did I come to thi...
I woke up on my third day/second morning in my cell to Jeff loudly clanging a nightstick against the bars of the cell. He was still (or, at least, again) dressed in his police uniform. “On your feet, Inmate,” he called sternly. With a slight flutter in my...
