fetish stories and histories

Authors note: The story continues to evolve from my previous entries.......... and are based on a real, loving relationship, so nothing too extreme.
He woke abruptly, in pain as his cock tried futilely to get 'morning wood'.
Unable to get back to sleep, he thought back to the previous day's events, her continually edging him again and again, leaving him desperately unfulfilled. How she leant against him and brought herself to climax, re-caged him and finally slipped a pair of her panties on him. He st...

What the hell was I thinking, was the thought plaguing Tess Kohilt's mind as she sat on a locker room bench buck naked. Just a few weeks ago she had been in her usual gym doing her usual workout routine when some guy had approached her with a deal for a porn show similar to Ultimate Surrender. The biggest difference was that one could get much more physical with the opponent due to striking being allowed and that it would be exclusively futa versus futa. She had never tried to hide herself being a hermaphro...

Bachelor Night
"So, you are looking for something to make a bachelor party memorable? We might be able to help with that. How many guests are you expecting?" The speaker was Peter, sole director of "Shit Creek"
"I guess about 30," answered James "Give or take."
Peter shuffled some paperwork on his desk before leaning forward and stating very clearly;...

It is said the only constant in the world is change. In my case, there had been change on almost all fronts, personally and professionally. Shannon, Debra and Jane had all moved on from their jobs in my office. My days of being teased, taunted and in Shannon's case cucked beneath their feet were now a distant memory. Shannon had taken up with a new boyfriend and emigrated overseas. Debra took a new job elsewhere and Jane left her job and moved away to study a new degree. Meanwhile, my ex-girlfriend Jen and ...

As he moved towards the bench at the end of the room, he became more and more aware of his current situation. While he had always fantasized about this very ordeal, he now was beginning to the realize the weight of his hasty decision-making.
Bailey, Mistress Bailey that is, was practically giddy at the sight of her very own sub moving towards his ultimate fate. As she pondered her next steps, her phone rang. She turned to retrieve it and told him to, " sit and don't move!" As she answered the phone, her ...

Our Desires, Our Needs
My name is Jim, I am twenty-eight years old, and I'm married to the love of my life-- in fact, the only girl I have ever loved.
I grew up in a rural area, and when it came to girls, I was very naive and ignorant. My sex education came from the letters and forum sections, I had read in a Penthouse magazine that I had found somewhere. I did know how to jack-off, which I had done hundreds of times looking at the beautiful naked centerfold in that magazine....

Author's note. For anyone who may be interested. The Natasha Chronicles will continue in time but I wanted to write about some new characters and develop them. Some characters from the other series will eventually show up here and both series might merge in the long run, I don't know, we'll see how we go....

Please do not read this story unless you have read and liked Chapter 1.
WARNING - This story includes scenes of humiliation and degradation. Those who are less comfortable with these themes are encouraged to leave now.
To be clear, this is a fictional story, so no one is getting hurt or divorced....

The clock in the bottom right corner of my computer screen showed 4:58. Close enough! I slammed it shut and cracked open a beer. Ah, the first few minutes of the weekend. One of my favorite parts of the week.
From the other room, I heard my wife say, "Bye everyone, have a good weekend!" I grabbed a bottle of red wine from the shelf and cracked it open. When she walked into the living room, a glass of her favorite cheap cab was waiting for her....

After bringing Anna into the fold, Lori and Erica realized they really didn't know her at all. They agreed the following week that should change. They approached her after class one day at the beginning of the week, and asked quietly if she wanted to hang out with them over the weekend. Anna agreed, and Lori said just for fun, "Just make sure you really need to poop that day." Anna just grinned, acknowledging Lori's request before turning back to her work....

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially....

It had been almost a week since Ava had left to visit her family back in Chicago, Ethan thought, almost a week since the surreal events in her bedroom. He had done everything in his power to push the memories to the back of his mind. And yet, there they sat, resurfacing given the slightest opportunity....

Theo was done fucking Maybelle and was describing the effects of bull cum to his masturbating audience when he noticed Katie dragging a very naked Brielle by the wrist.
"What happened?" he asked, stepping through the ring of new hires to stop Katie from taking Brielle away.
"She may have had too much milk," Katie explained, chewing on her lip....

This is the catch up from Mrs Smith. She has had the young white boy. She is now travelling with him in a cab back to Mrs Clark mamma.
This has themes of extreme subjects Fart Smelling Shit Eating & Toilet Slavery.
Mrs Clark is a sixty four year old ebony lady. Mrs Smith is a fifty six year old ebony lady. The young boy is nineteen & white both of these women have used him for their pleasure....

(This is a continuation of my story about a fun stay at a Dungeon-for-rent in Chicago. If you haven't already done so, please read "Fun in the Dungeon Ch.1" before reading this story. Hope you enjoy the second part of our little adventure!)
After our exceptionally kinky afternoon in "the Chamber," Tommy and I enjoyed a nice dinner in downtown Chicago. Excited to continue our play, we returned to the Dungeon and freshened up in the sleeping quarters....

Chapter 2 : Her Joy
Author's Note: I just wanted to say thank you to all the readers who gave my first erotic story a chance. For new readers: this story is the second part of a multi-chapter story. Please read the earlier chapter to get the full context of Bella's mindset. In short, Bella has met a college 'friend' of her son, and this chapter is the immediate aftermath. The first chapter is Bella's Love....

Cole looked around at the mall, feeling distinctly out of place among the high-end storefronts and well-dressed customers who flittered between them like butterflies wielding credit cards. A domed glass ceiling, three stories above, let in sunlight and no less than three water fountains filled the space with merry tinkling....

Awaking. this morning, in a spooning position. Penis embraced by the ass-cheeks of his lover, it took some remarkably high level of dedication to leave bed for other forms of exercise. Moondancer was cross-training most days as if competing in athletics. Sports? Sure. Dancing? Absolutely, yes. Running through the trails of the park, he crossed one of the transit stations where among those waiting on an arrival or departure, two petite sweet young women were arm-in-arm almost conspiratorially viewing their s...

This is the continuation of 'Quaffing Christine: The Wish', wherein a mischievous Christine develops a penchant for peeing into her semi-willing partner Justin and coerces his agreement to a full 'Princess Day' of pampering and servitude. We pick up where we left off, on the evening of 'Princess Day', with Christine intentionally filling up on asparagus then requesting oral sex with a full bladder....

Klaus found himself in his favourite dirty deed at the pubs. Although through bystanders' eyes he was watching the life go by around him, his attention was actually drawn to the barmaids' and servers' ankles. Not their bottoms, not their legs, but ankles.
Those had always caught his attention. Bare skin showing between trousers and shoe. Yet in essence they were sort of consolation prize as normally Klaus was interested in feet instead....

Last night was a banner night for me. I saw Brent for the first time in almost six months. We stopped hooking up because he just had some things to figure out for himself but we hadn't talked since then. A few days ago I was reading stories about a guy with hyperspermia and I just got so damn horny and needy for a gigantic hot load of cum that I texted Brent the next day and things took off between us just like that they had been before. I told him that I had never stopped thinking about his giant loads, wh...

Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 3 Chapter 96/28: Diabolical Punishment
I finished eating and sat back in my chair, watching Sarah's rising slowly. "Breakfast is delicious," She said halfway through her food, and I smiled.
"Thank you, How are you feeling?" I asked her as I laid back, and Sarah blushed....

I couldn't believe my eyes. I stood at the table as Kelsey, my blonde, sweetheart of a girlfriend at the time, lined up a crucial pong shot, shooting for redemption after her opponents sank the winning cup. No one cared that her elbows were over the table (she's a hot girl). No one cared about the game itself. Everyone was looking at her the same way I was. With utter disbelief on their faces. We should have seen it coming, but who would ever imagine Kelsey fucking Collins looking like this, acting like thi...

Friday morning
Sophie loved to be in control. And this weekend, Tom was all hers. She had told him the night before that it would be a challenge for him - and he knew exactly what that meant: boundless pleasure, but no release until she allowed it.
Friday morning began leisurely. Sophie was lying naked in bed, still half wrapped in the sheets, when she felt his bulging excitement warm against her thigh and woke up. She stretched appreciatively and slid her hand slowly down his chest and over his stoma...

As you know I have spent most of my life working in a whore house. But you also likely know, my sister, Julie, and I are actually third generation prostitutes. My grandmother Jane and her sister Patricia were whores. My Mom, Linda, and her sister Patricia (Patti was named in honor of her) were prossies, and now my sister and I are prostitutes as well. Julie is a beautiful sissy that was raised as a girl and woman....

Authors note: The story follows on from my previous submissions exploring femdom from within a loving relationship, it can be read independently but would likely make more sense if read as a follow on from those stories.
She sat there on the sofa, her feet up, flicking through a magazine whilst simultaneously watching a cookery show on the tv....

Disclaimer:
This is smut, so I don't have to tell you that some of the behavior here is problematic when imitated in real life, but I will anyways coz some of y'all stupid. All characters are above the age of 18 and if you have a problem with some of the fetishes in the categories, please avoid reading this. Thank you....

Wayne again.
Put simply, the rest of Thursday, all of Friday and Saturday morning was hell.
I'm sure I wasn't any different than any other eighteen year old guy, but my masturbation frequency from the time I discovered it was at the very least two times a day so by the time I set out to walk to Francine's house early Saturday afternoon, I was quite behind and more than a little pent up....

Chapter 8
When Svenja opened the door to Leon's small chamber the next morning, he immediately began kissing her feet with great submissiveness and fervor. Although his face still ached, and he had barely slept a wink because of it, he had come to the conclusion that he would do anything to avoid provoking Svenja again. For the moment, this seemed to be the only option left to him. He had to try to improve Svenja's mood through impeccable behavior if he didn't want to suffer lasting harm here....

My name is Robin. I am twenty-one years old, and I live in Glasgow.
Actually, my name is not Robin, but my native name is not easy to pronounce for English speakers, and thus I go by Robin. That is when I am a human. When I am dog, I am called Cassie.
Once a week, I travel to Milngavie, just north of Glasgow, to meet with my part-time owner, trainer, and unlikely friend, Frank, and become a dog for a few hours....