fetish stories and histories

A Threesome with Eric and Emi
"So I was wondering something about your... fetish," Eric began, hesitantly.
Paige was used to his shyness; she usually found it cute. She was always submissive with Bill, but Eric brought out her domme inclinations.
"Oh?" she asked. She wanted him to express his thoughts, but didn't want to scare him by showing too much interest. It was a fine line, she had found....

Part 2 of 2. Please see the first part for content summary and warnings.
Anissa's body was on fire.
It had not taken long for the terror of being carried by the dragon to fade. The first sensation that had risen over the fear was discomfort: cold air rushing past and chilling her naked body, sticky fluids drying on her thighs, the straps of the harness digging into her skin....

Sherry Crane fidgeted in her pamp as she watched her husband of thirty years pack the diaper bag for their trip.   "I don't need that many pamps!" she pouted.
Ananda glanced up at her over his glasses. "I'd rather have them than not. Drink your bottle."
"Humpf."
Sucking on the nipple of her bottle, she bit and pulled on the nipple, giving soft growls of frustration. Ananda looked up again. "Hey! Hey,   be nice to the bottle. If you've got an angry impulse with me, then you take it up with me, not t...

The Adventures of Claudia
Author's note: This follows on from the other two parts. It's not strictly necessary to read the other two parts to enjoy this though it would help with context.
3. Zara and Laurent
Laurent had been greatly troubled by Zara's text. She wasn't happy and he wasn't in the least surprised, he wasn't happy either. They were in a rut, it was the same old, same old and neither of them were satisfied by the usual foreplay or sex. They were bored. Laurent thought they needed therap...

Copyright © May 2025 by CiaoSteve
CiaoSteve reserves the right to be identified as the author of this work. This story cannot be published, as a whole or in part, without the express agreement of the author other than the use of brief extracts as part of a story review.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons....

The tingling and thrill that Vicky and his cock had created in my body, remained with me throughout the long night, I was satisfied like never before but regretting the stupid instructions that I had given to Vicky. I needed Vicky again, both my body and soul were demanding him again and again. I kept on tossing and turning in my bed, hoping that Vicky would come to me by himself, just as I had already done twice, that night....

Back in college, my wife, Lily, dreamed of becoming a librarian.
I'm not kidding.
As a high school senior, she researched and applied to the best librarian schools in the US. She polished her resume by volunteering in the local library, working diligently to earn recommendation letters from the kind of cranky old people who work at libraries and registries of motor vehicles....

Disclaimer:
This story is purely fictitious and not suitable for anyone that is below the legal age in their country to view pornographic material. All characters involved in the story are either the age of eighteen or older, and belong to myself. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Reader discretion is advised....

51
The rest of the afternoon seemed to last forever. My aching was both mental and physical. It seemed I was throbbing inside and out. At least it was Friday. I was no longer in a position to ever really know what was going to be next for me, be it the next day or sometimes the next hour, but at least I felt sure I wouldn't be in office for a couple days....

Disclaimers:
This content is pure fantasy and contains explicit descriptions of sexual situations, as well as potentially offensive and crude language. It is not intended for children. Any and all characters involved are either or above the age of eighteen. Situations described here are at best impossible or at worst highly immoral in real life. Anyone wishing to try this stuff for real should seek psychological help and/or get a life....

I'm Kelsey 29 female, I have dirty blonde hair which is practically brown at this point, grey-ish blue eyes, I'm 5'4 and a B cup. Neither my tits or ass are anything to brag about, but I love my slim build. I'm married to Ben 30 male, he's 5'10 with brown hair and eyes and a 5.5 inch dick. We've been married for 4 years and our sex life is very active. He knows my kinks and let's me indulge in them. I've never been with a girl and this story details my first true lesbian/Bi experience....

Twizzlar demanded a rematch. I accepted the challenge. My brother and I wrestled each other all week to get ready for our next matches. We pushed ourselves to the limits and worked out hard.
I had heard through the grapevine that Twizzlar became a dominant with her ex-husband. She had her slave/husband work her in strength and endurance. I was in for a much tougher match....

There are women who age gracefully and then there's my lovely wife Carol. At 55, she defies time with a body that would put women half her age to shame.
Years of ballet carved her into something that defies description. I'd say it's poised and perfectly balanced between strength and seduction.
Her ass is a masterpiece, tight, high, and round from endless hours of Pilates and yoga, moving with fluid grace that demands attention....

The music boomed around me as I threw back the last drops of my cocktail. I had been to this rooftop bar a few times before it was renovated and thought I would try it again since re-opening. It turned out to be one of my better decisions. The place was packed but I managed to slip into a seat at the bar. It seemed the renovations and rebrand had brought a younger generation into the place. No more middle-aged office parties. The bar was now packed with people in their late teens and early twenties. A caval...

"Did you just...."
"I-I... I'm sorry."
"Did I say you could talk?"
She shook her head as a no.
"You talked to my male friends. Then you rolled your eyes at me. And now you talked back at me. You need to be punished. And you know what, I have just the punishment thought out for you. All planned and prepped."...

Alice would not tell me anymore about her new lover. She said she would when the time was right. We continued to date and really were becoming a settled couple. We had hot oral sex every time we could and we both loved it when she had the opportunity to bring me a cream pie. It wasn't enough for either of us and I was getting frustrated. I loved being her caged cum slut, but if we weren't having enough sex I got antsy about wearing the cage. I either needed to get my own rocks off, or get more creampies....

Part 1 - Unintended Introductions
Alone inside their newly purchased villa, Adam sat propped up on the sofa in the airy living room. He stared ahead with foggy eyes, mouth slightly ajar, and softly grunting, his right hand bouncing rhythmically over his lap.
Having taken delicate care to draw all blinds and curtains in preparation, denying the August evening light entrance, Adam had little concern with the explicit content streaming on the TV, nor with sitting around with his pants bundled up around h...

His hands were always something I would look forward to. The slow caress which caused ripples through my spine and spread warmth down to my thighs. I would finally relax as he took my worries away with his articulate hands. He'd hear me moan and whimper into the massage table, and his low gurgle would let me know that I was behaving for him. His good little client. We had played this little cat and mouse game for 6 months. He would rub me deeper and I would spread myself wider, but he'd never take the bait....

It was long and restless night for Whit. He tossed and turned as Sarah was getting the life fucked out of her by Marc. Whit lay there in his new chastity cage smelling Sarah's old smelly work shoe. How? That was the only question he kept asking himself. Finally, at 4 in the morning he was able to drift off to sleep....

The days leading up to the Halloween party were... intense. It was like a demon of gluttony and lust had possessed mom. During the two days leading up to Halloween, mom pretty much stuffed herself every day, and craved sex. In the span of the days leading to the party, I think we maybe had sex five times? Honestly I couldn't keep count, but one thing that I could say for certain is that her belly was practically never empty, or even half full....

Emma had never before experienced the sensation of lightness, almost weightlessness, that was encompassing her body now. The closest thing it felt like was one of those tall roller coasters, just as she was beginning to go down over the edge of the highest hump. But her stomach never dropped, and the descent never came. It was an odd and paradoxical sensation to feel so airy when her huge body was hanging down low in the nets that were all around her. She could feel her immense weight straining the confines...

Lucas felt frazzled as he walked down the hall towards the meeting room. He could feel Brooke bounding along behind him. He even imagined her almost skipping, like she was an excited student on the way to school; he wanted to turn around and look at her, just to gauge her mood and reaction, but he already knew that such a gesture would already be giving her too much. He needed to maintain his authority over her, and he could NOT let her realize how much she had already gotten into his head....

Ever since last weekend, Bill was a changed man -- if he could even call himself that any more. Bill was no longer the short, quirky, nerdy guy. He wasn't even the short, quirky, nerdy guy who had given a handjob. He was now the short, quirky, nerdy guy who gave his tall, strong, chick-with-a-dick roommate a blowjob....

The studio hummed with pre-broadcast energy. Cameras were rolling into position, lights flickering to life, crew members shouting over one another. Laura stood poised near the anchor desk, her black dress hugging her curves, her expression a mix of nerves and determination. It was her first day as my network's star presenter, and I'd been watching her every move from the control room, my headset buzzing with updates. She was flawless on paper, sharp, charismatic, and a ratings magnet. But something was off....

I opened the passenger door and got into my mother's car. She was smiling expectantly but seemed nervous and didn't immediately say anything save for a short greeting. I was trying to keep it together, but my subdued demeanour seemed to give the game away quickly that things hadn't gone very well. I'd just been to see the doctor, apparently to assuage my worries about the glaringly infantile size of my private parts. In reality I'd suffered an unfortunate realisation in the hands of the gorgeous Dr Cassidy,...

How I Lost a Leg


and


Gained a Husband

My name is Chelsey. I'm twenty-five years old. Four years ago, I had a series of blood clots which cut off circulation to my left foot. I spent two months in the hospital which finally resulted in the amputation of my foot, just above the ankle. But the infection persisted, the stump wouldn't heal, and they did a series of revisions, the last of which was through my leg about mid-calf. Instead of a foot and lower leg, I now had a stump that ...

This is a prequel to "Grunting His Birthday Wish". Thank you all for your kind comments on the first two chapters, and I apologize for the delay in writing this again. I have drafts for a few new, longer chapters lined up: "Emma's Birthday".
After the intense toilet ordeal, Emma finds herself unable to bring herself to kiss her boyfriend again. Though she still loves him deeply, she desperately craves sexual release. Her birthday wish is to be single for her entire birthday week. In return, she promises ...

My name's Brian. Hitting the not so magic 40th birthday, I began thinking about all the things I'd done, which didn't even begin to approach the kinds of things I wanted to do. I guess you could call it restlessness and maybe a little fear about aging. Granted that being forty isn't exactly equivalent to being a senior citizen, but I was considering that my life could be more sexually fulfilling....

Tags: bisexual male, mmf, spit play, piss play, anal, rough sex, squirting
Author's Note:
All characters in this story are 18 or older. A Happy Bunch is an explicit, emotionally intense tale featuring adult themes including bisexual male-male sex, group sex (MMF), piss play, spit play, power dynamics, and raw, uninhibited eroticism....

We had just finished our gig in Marathon Key. I was the drummer in the band, and I had been eying this gorgeous woman all night from the back of the room. And in truth, she had been eyeing me too, much to the dismay of her boyfriend. She was about 5'6" with straight, jet-black hair and the kind of body that made her jeans proud. Her tits were perfect. Not too big, not too small, but just right. And the absence of a bra made it clear they could hold their own. She had porcelain skin, deep red lips, and ice b...