fetish stories and histories

I rushed through the streets and dodged traffic as I made my way from the bus to my work. I was running late because my Prius was out of gas and has been for a few days now. I'll get paid soon, but it's the bus for me until that happens. With my credit cards maxed out, I have to sneak onto the bus and pretend to tap my Ventra card....

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It had been years since I'd ridden public transit and if anything the experience had gotten worse. The buses were new enough and relatively clean, but they were slow and the seats were uncomfortable -- especially since I was riding with my ass plugged and my cock caged and my balls feeling full and achy. Having been fucked to orgasm had relieved some pressure, but being teased and feeling so slutty and owned brought that sensation back so quickly. Ironically, being fucked like I had been made my balls...

Anna and I made it to the elevator and started making out as soon as the doors closed. The smell of her perfume, the taste of her lipstick driving me wild. My room was on the top floor, so we had 12 floors to make out on the elevator.
When the doors opened on the 12th floor, I told Anna to stay put. I looked out in the hall and saw no one was there. I went back in the elevator, unzipped and slipped my hard cock out of my pants. I picked Anna up and slid her down on my cock. Her pussy swallowed my cock co...

This is a story from my freshman year of college, everyone is 18. This is Part 1 in a series.
I woke up to sunlight spilling through the open window, warming my face. Birds are chirping their Saturday morning song as Nikki sleeps soundly on my chest. We're in her bottom bunk, and the air still kinda smells like last night -- you know, movie night that turned into a whole other thing while Lisa, her roommate, was out partying late....

The continued story of our sexual journey together as a happily married couple, leading to us sharing a male lover. Our journey includes wife sharing, light domination, pegging, cross dressing and lots of cum eating.
We arranged for Mark and Toby to come over the following Saturday, early evening. They both seemed very keen, as indeed were both Sally and me. We enjoyed ourselves re-connecting fully, in the early parts of the week whilst not really discussing anything too much in regard to where things ma...

"Don't overwork yourself!"
Claire heard those words again, for her fifth and final 'break-time'.
The short girl had spoken was poised on her knees, plopped in front of the heavy recliner Claire dutifully sat in. Settling in, the dainty figure began gently stroking Claire's large, semi-flaccid cock, glanced up briefly, her heavy tits swinging side to side....

The Secretary Part 04
Mary woke up the next morning sore. She had taken Bill's pounding and was now paying the price. It was one of the most pleasurable evenings she had had in a long time. She soaked in a warm bath trying to help with the soreness; she realized that her belly was still swollen with his cum....

Aiko sat cross-legged on her dorm bed, her tiny frame almost swallowed by the oversized hoodie she wore. At 24, she was petite--barely five foot--with a delicate, slim build and modest A-cup breasts. Pretty by any standard, but she didn't see it. Years of fading into the background, unnoticed and untouched, had ground her confidence into dust....

I met Saurabh after a span of ten years. It was a coincidence that I met him at the airport while I was on my way to attend a seminar being held at Kochi. My flight was delayed, and I had been waiting in the lounge, killing time. He stood in front of me, looking surprised, "Mayur! What are you doing here?"...

Somewhere in all of that we fell asleep. I woke up with Ash cradled under my arm and nursing a pretty banging hangover. I looked over and saw the bottle of wine almost completely empty and I felt nasty. I rolled out of bed and got into our walk-in shower.
It wasn't long until I heard the shower door and was joined by Ashley. She came up behind me and hugged me and we just stood in the water for a minute. I then turned around and she was looking up at me. She smiled and bashfully put her head into my ches...

[Author's note - this is a direct follow-up to 'The Greaser Challenge' and contains big spoilers for the original story. Both stories primarily revolve around male haircutting kink so don't say you haven't been warned if it's not your thing! - HF]
First Broadcast from the GoldenState TV studios, Friday 10 October 1958...

Encouraging Eric
For weeks, Paige and Eric had done nothing more than blowjobs and simple golden showers. It was almost always the same: she would blow him, and then he would pee on her breasts. She enjoyed it certainly, his warm pee spraying on her nipples still made her cum within seconds.
Paige didn't want to push him into anything he might find offensive, but her experiences with Bill left her wanting more with Eric. She had thought he might try other things, but he was shy and inexperienced, and ...

His eyes nearly burst free from his skull when she stepped through the silken curtain and down the catwalk.
Shawn was in love.
Not really of course- he wasn't one of those sorts who actually thought the stripper dancing on the stage was in love with him, but he'd be lying if he said the sight of this one in particular wasn't getting his motor running....

All persons are above the age of 18. This story is complete fiction and and similarities to real life are coincidence.
Part 1: My Sweet Little Pet
The Texas heat was heavy enough to taste. Thick, sweet, and almost cruel, baking every inch of Bellfield under a relentless sun.
I sat on the back porch of Mike's parents' house, an old bottle of beer sweating in my hand, watching the party stretch lazily across the yard. It was the same old scene I'd known my whole life -- neighbors laughing, kids darti...

Tom sits across from Roberta Mckee--Dr. Bobbie to her patients--in exam room 12. Despite his nerves, he's ready to be forthright. The best way to be with a doctor. Though he's not here for medical treatment per say. He's here out of guilt and revenge.
"What brings you in today, Tom? Becky said you were evasive on the phone," asks Dr. Bobbie. She is a plain woman. Mid-30s with dirty blonde hair pulled tightly back into a bun. She wears a formless white lab coat over blue scrubs....

There I was, having just put on my favourite Blue and Skin tone Corset and G-String set, with the matching blue stockings. Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt so sexy. This was heightened by the XL Ergo Butt Plug that was stimulating my Prostate. Losing myself in the moment for a second, I was brought back to reality by my wife Nikki's voice. "Darling, you look very sexy, but I thought you were going to Yin Yoga?"...

It was Saturday night and once again Cora had the apartment to herself, so she had invited her main 'pet' Steven over to torment. Steven had arrived promptly at 9pm, bringing her a dozen blood-red roses (her favourites) and thanking her profusely for allowing him to visit her.
Cora took the flowers graciously and left them in the kitchen sink, she had better things to do right now than mess about getting those into a vase, but she appreciated the gesture... not that it changed her mind about anything she...

You waited too long.
That's what you'll tell yourself--like it was just bad timing. Like you missed some magical window where I might've said yes, if only you'd had the balls to ask.
But that window never existed.
There was never a version of reality where I let you touch me.
Not when you sat in that pathetic little office across the lot, staring through your tinted window while I walked to my car in tight skirts and heels....

A few days later I received a text message from the clinic asking if I could do a test at 5pm. All the message said was that a tester was available at 5pm, nothing more. I replied that was available and then left for class. Economics was boring, though my friend April seemed a bit preoccupied. She kept checking her text messages, which was very unlike her. I thought I saw her blush at one point....

This one starts quite drily but, if you stick with it, it gets considerably less dry. Quite wet actually. Messy even.
It's written in the style of an 'A Life in the Day' article: it's about a man with a very unique job. And I wrote it to be part of the OnTheJob contest.
There's a very mild element of reluctance at one moment, so fair warning about that....

Queen always manages to astound me like this. Her confidence to march into the office of a stranger, with so much at stake, and not just tell the truth but to persuade her that it is everyone's interests to come to a mutually satisfactory arrangement. Queen really should be the head of United Nations. She would have those world leaders sorted out in no time at all!...

"Tighter."
"Milady--"
"I said, 'tighter.'"
"Regrettably, I can't do that."
With a huff and a sigh, she whipped around to face her courtier, auburn curls swishing. "And pray tell, why not?"
"I... would cut off your circulation, milady."
She blinked, pink tinging her cheeks. "Oh... yes, I... imagine that would be bad."...

I left work early. It was 4:30 pm. The plan was to surprise her with a visit to her favorite restaurant. I had made the reservation, it was all set. The drive home was unremarkable, with my excitement growing stronger as my home drew closer. I forgot to even play music, I could hear my own heartbeat. This was my moment. This was the time to win her back!...

His cum dripped out of me, making my thighs sticky, he was supposed to be my mentor, yet he fucked me wildly with reckless abandon. I walked back to my dorm room, my short skirt barely covering anything and heels in hand. The cold air felt good against my skin. Was supposed to feel bad that we were having an affair? That I was the other woman?...

Death, divorce, moving. These are three things described as the most stressful events for a person. Grief over loss of a loved one could make you unable to do anything, struggling with sorting out finances and possessions could be infuriating, and dealing with uprooting your life and planting it somewhere else could be stressful beyond measure....

We were at a cocktail party together, my wife Tara and I. She hung onto my arm, the warmth of her delicate hands seeping through my shirt sleeves. I was already a little hot; the room was large and the evening chill, but nonetheless the sheer mass of people created something of a stifling humid atmosphere, and Tara's warm grip wasn't doing much to cool me down. I didn't mind, though. I felt I was her protector here; though it was an event for her line of work, the afterparty of an academic conference where ...

Chapter 11 - final chapter
Two weeks later, Leon woke up dazed very early in the morning. Huddled, he was still in the small cage where he had to spend the nights since arriving at Rebekka's. It could hardly be called sleep, as he woke every few hours from the monotonous position, with either an arm or a leg numb. Additionally, she fixed one of her frequently worn shoes over his mouth and nose every night, forcing him to inhale the intense scent of the shoe continuously. This not only amused Rebekka but ...

The beginning.
I called Ty to give him her decision. He wanted me to come to see him. When I arrived, he took me into his office. "Is she really going to do this?"
"Yes and no. She wants to do it like Mary, except at home. I will need whatever equipment and supplies to turn her into a hucow."
"Does she know what she's doing?"...

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. All characters are over the age of 18. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental....

He thought I booked the hotel to spoil him.
Soft sheets, champagne on ice, silk robe wrapped around my waist like a secret waiting to be untied. I let him think it was all for our anniversary. That maybe--just maybe--I was finally going to let him out of that little cage tonight.
Poor thing.
He stood behind me, shifting uncomfortably, already hard and helpless inside his lock. I caught his reflection in the mirror. That look--hopeful. Hungry....