fetish stories and histories

Sean had been aching to meet her.
Ms. Braganza.
To some, she was a rumor. To others, a late-night fantasy wrapped in silk and self-control. But to Sean, she was something else entirely. A force. A hunger he'd never been able to quiet. She was the kind of woman you didn't just want--you ached for her. Men didn't chase her with flowers or dinner dates. They earned her through obedience, suffering, denial....

Why the hell did we move to another state in the middle of senior year! Tim asked himself, not for the first time, as he stood in the dark, watching his new classmates hanging around a beach bonfire. He'd love to join them, laughing and drinking, but at the moment, he was too busy brooding and missing his real friends. A grey hoodie protected his tall, thin frame from the chill air and unwanted looks. Here he was an outsider, always the new kid....

It had been years since the couple had partied as hard as they did yesterday, not since they were in their early twenties. After they got married five years ago they didn't go out much anymore and when marijuana was legalized in their state in 2020 they both basically quit drinking all together. They would have booze in the house, but neither of them had gotten as drunk as they did yesterday in over a year, and they were both feeling it....

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Previously. Mark, a shy, weak and average guy went to an art gallery opening and spotted something truly wonderful there. Luckily, the art dealer Eleanor, found him almost as interesting as he found her, being intrigued and delighted by his evident interest in her feet. They has caught a taxi together where the driver had a front row seat to Eleanor being given a foot rub and squashing her toes...

The apartment felt unfamiliar now, like it had shifted ever so slightly out of alignment. Julia had finished unpacking a few hours ago, but her presence lingered in every room, in the faint scent of her shampoo drifting down the hallway, in the sound of her deep, steady footsteps, in the way her things somehow made the space feel smaller. Ryan sat on the edge of the couch, trying to watch something forgettable on TV, but his mind kept circling back to her. He couldn't decide what bothered him more: how much...

Clare walked into the loose box where Alison was kneeling on the straw floor with her arms outstretched, fastened with the leather reins. She bent down and kissed Alison firmly. Grabbing her breasts as she leaned in, her tongue swirling round Alisons'. It was fucking erotic! Clare just took over. She looked at Rupert and said the simple sentence....

The next morning, Warren made a show of his usually-sluggish morning routine. As the weeks had gone on, it had become slowly clear that he felt groggier in the mornings, and more exhausted in the evenings. Bit by bit, he was sleeping more. Of course, this wasn't an issue, since Irina was only too happy to make sure that she was on hand to make him breakfast, measure him, and administer his medicine whenever he woke up, but the dwindling daylight hours of mental coherence were beginning to worry him -- despi...

The sound of heavy furniture banging around on the floor was almost enough to startle Eloise into fucking up her nails. And to think, she'd actually been doing her OWN nails recently, rather than going to Trisha at the salon like she usually did. The thing was, Daddy had said something to her the other day, something about "learning how to manage herself" or something while she went through all these changes. At first, Eloise had kinda blown up at him because she thought he was saying that she was bad at ma...

My wife Sarah and I moved to Phoenix in June. Nothing could prepare us for just how hot it gets every day. To make things worse, we bought a house without a pool. Looking at maps online, it looks like ours is the only house on the street without a pool.
Sarah and I are in our thirties with no kids. My name is Will by the way. We moved here for her job when she got a big promotion. I'm looking for a job now, but don't have to be in a rush due to the big pay raise Sarah got with her promotion....

We all have fantasies. We all day dream. We all find our minds drifting to better lives, better ideals, better worlds when our emotions are in turmoil. Regrets erased, scenarios that play out differently and to our own benefit. For every being there are at least one hundred day dreams, centered around one scenario, centered around dozens. Dreams made manifest when life bores one to tears....

End of Part 4
I made to move forward ready to dive between her legs face first but she held up a hand to stop me. I was a little confused until she said, "You'll approach my pussy on your knees Pet. Back up to the door and drop to your knees and you'll ask me to approach."
I backed up to the door and slowly dropped to my knees. "May I approach Sandy?" I asked....

I don't think I "slept," but I dozed. There was something about all of that soft flesh I was snuggled against. Her hands, lightly stroking my hair and face, helped. I felt like I could just sink into her, and I liked the feeling.
When I woke, so I guess I did sleep at least lightly, the first thing of which I was aware was the sensation of heat. She has pulled the covers up, and they retained the heat she emitted like an oven....

I argued with Tom quite a bit, about the fact that he had to go home with his dick locked up, but since I promised him his desired smoky blowjob tomorrow, he agreed. Later that day in the evening, we chatted a lot, he told me how it felt for him, how horny he was afterwards. I teased him by asking him if he wanted any nudes from me, but he declined. I thought it was wise decision, he could not really enjoy them. At that point Tom was probably the only guy in our class that would have said no to my offer, bu...

You fondle my tits while I do the washing up. I wasn't expecting you, so the sudden grab makes me jump and very nearly lose control of my bladder. The odds have been stacked against me, of course, but that's no excuse.
"Tell me sweetie, how long has it been since I denied your bathroom access?" you ask me....

Bedsheets were everywhere, scrunched into the four corners of the bed. Lucy and Max lay exhausted, covered in sweat and sex. It was now into an incredibly hot afternoon, and the thought of moving, let alone have more sex, had both of them catching their breath after the marathon sex once Emily and Trent left....

I found out later, when I was reading about it in the newspaper, that they were in their last semester of college and were moving away shortly after graduation. Timing like this made me think I had the blessing from some higher power. It was too perfect to be a coincidence. If I hadn't decided to take a scenic detour through that neighborhood when I did, I never would have seen them....

Ring.
Chatter.
The bar was seemingly empty. Rather early in the day.
Some drunkard from last night was snoring in the corner while a cleaner girl yelled for him to wake up over and over again.
Wood creaked beneath Subaru's feet but he paid no attention. His eyes were dead set on the man at the counter. The redhead with a drink....

Katie locked the library door. The last hour had crawled by, knowing Abbie was sitting waiting for her. She'd passed her briefly on her final rounds. The cheerleader had seemed engrossed in her work, but underneath the table her knees had been bouncing furiously. Behind the counter again, out of sight of the windows, she slipped her hand down the front of her skirt and into her stockings. Her panties were soaking wet, and she pulled the lacy lingerie aside, sliding one finger, then another, between her lips...

Hugo slumped in his office chair, panting, eyes half closed. The muscles in his groin twitched and quivered as the last few drops of cum dribbled from his cock. The cheesy scent of Gabriela's soles still lingered on his face.
Slowly, the haze of pleasure began to fade away, and the awful clarity of what had just happened set in. Shame pitted in his stomach as he looked down at his slacks to see a ridiculous wet patch, and the cold dampness of his boxers taunted him each time he felt them on his withering...

"BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!"
She stopped doing the circles and started slowly going up the sole, Trish kept on laughing with no change. The brush went up to the balls of her foot and Liz started brushing them left and right and up and down at the same time, Trish's foot remained still, it wasn't fighting the tiny brush. Her whole body stopped moving as well, Liz smiled, "Ooooh... Looks like someone has finally started to accept her mommies tickling."...

9th Part in the Series: Making of a CuckQuean
Chapter 1: CuckQuean - The Making of a Quean
In this chapter we are introduced to Amber, Jennifer, and Mitch. All three are at a wedding, it being Mitch's brother he was a groomsman, being watched on by his wife Jennifer.
While watching intently as Mitch danced with the wedding party, Amber and Jennifer meet for the first time....

*This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction, inspired by my own fetishes & roleplay experiences with willing bondage partners*
A cool breeze blew through the underbelly of the college stadium bleachers like a wind tunnel, causing Kat to stop in her tracks with a shiver. She pulled her duffel bag from her shoulder and unzipped it open, reaching deep inside past her green & white pompoms and dark green warmup pants, finally pulling out her warmup jacket, same shade as her pants but with white stripes down th...

Dearest Constance,
You'll never guess what happened last night. Someone had an "accident" and came. I'd wondered what happened in these cases, for surely there must be slip ups since only a few of us have neural implants that can completely block orgasm. Well, I got to find out last night.
I was in the parlor chatting with Marine and waiting for customers when a soft chime sounded from above. "Attention all patrons and staff. Victor has broken the rules of our establishment, and will be punished short...

A brief foreword to avoid any unnecessary confusion. This is another story, just two weeks after the holiday, but because people's names have to be mentioned, I have changed them. I will always include a foreword like this when names or even passages have been changed. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this slightly shorter story....

(This is based on real experiences)
i was in my 20s and living and working in London. It was the early 2000s. I'd broken up with my ex some time ago and sworn off relationships for a while. (He was immature and unreliable, not what I was looking for in a LTR, although the sex was undeniably hot -- often the way.)...

******* A note from the author.********
My series The Smokers Swinger Group focuses on the tale of Jamie and Shane as they explore the smoking fetish and Jamie building a brand around it. As they meet more people and make more connections, I will begin telling some side stories based on the other couples involved and what they do in parallel to the main characters. I am a big fan of Erica's character and it only felt right for me to post hers first. I hope you enjoy and as always, comment any feedback yo...

Deep in Kansas


by capta

Part 10 - Tracing the Signal
Amanda finished setting up the directional antenna; she heard the opossum speak.
"So what are you folks do'in here precisely?"
"Stopping whatever is behind this mess." The Indagator firmly spoke.
"What'ave ya learned?" The opossum curiously asked....

A long time ago on another site, there was a story called "The Pregnancy Promoting Purple Panties" by Huntsman. This story is inspired by that story, although the plot and characters are different.
This story includes themes of consensual cuckolding, interracial sex, impregnation or breeding, cleanup, bi-oral, and a vicar. Oh, and magic. The plot relies on magic. So if any of these themes would reduce your enjoyment of the story, please click away now....

Lucy was trembling with excitement. Max drove in silence, glancing frequently at his beautiful and absolutely slutty wife.
Lucy's phone chirped, and she quickly looked at it and took a deep breath.
'We're going to Emily's! She says to come over NOW! She's getting Trent primed as we speak.' Her voice broke a little as all of the blowjobs caught up with her. She remained very still in her seat, trying to not disturb the cum from slipping away....

Adalfrida, Ada for short, is a widowed maid who has served the royal family for twenty years. The late King was a noble man who ruled peacefully. Sadly, he passed away two years ago. The Queen Isolda has maintained the kingdom suitably.
The problem is their only son. Prince Ramsay is lazy, spoiled and, most of all, promiscuous. As good rulers his parents were, they failed him as parents, or so Ada thinks....