Fetish Porn Stories Page 343
Stacey said that she had to pee when she got here, but I wasn't about to let her go. Partly because I wanted to see how badly she wanted me - if it was half as much as I wanted her. Partly because I wanted her hot piss.
When she walks in the door I'm struck by her radiance - I always was, each time I see her it's as if I'm seeing her for the first time. She greets me with a warm smile but lurking behind her hazel eyes I can see that same sex-starved demoness I'd hoped to see. I don't wast time.
She came in for a welcoming kiss but I grab her firmly around each arm and pull her in tig... Continue»
To do this story and the author justice,
please read part 1, “SSBBW Encounter” first.
She sipped her wine, still breathing hard, a grin on her face stretching from ear to ear. She gave a heavy sigh, placed the wine glass down and threw herself back on the bed, exclaiming, Oh my God! I need a breather!” I smiled and curled my arm around her soft chest and patiently waited for her. As she continued to chatter about how good she felt, I casually let my hand rest on one breast, gently tugging at the protruding nipple. Her breathing became normal as I continued the soft caress of... Continue»
Please, please, PLEASE leave me a message / comment if you enjoy this story. It is a complete work of fantasy....But what a fantasy it is!!!
Okay, I admit it. I had d***k WAY too much at the Christmas party and did some stupid things, but I never dreamed in my wildest dreams things would go to where they did!! I mean, I am glad I did not do anything really stupid in public and I am thankful that Jim and his wife drove me home, but what happened after the door closed and they drove off, just defies any rational explanation this morning.
My husband Bill, has been overseas working for ... Continue»
I’m not sure if it was the booze, or us talking during dinner about how things had got maybe a little “routine”, but after my wife and I got back from our anniversary dinner and drinks, we ended up having some of the hottest sex we had had in a long time. She even broke new ground and we did something neither of us had before.
I walk in to the bathroom wearing my robe to brush my teeth and maybe jump in for a quick shower before bed, and I notice my wife’s already in there, sitting on the toilet. “Oh, sorry, didn’t see you go in..” I say and start to turn around to give her privacy.
You know when a relationship is over when you take pleasure in the small cruelties. Not necessarily in being mean or hurtful or involving pain. But when you know you’ve won. When you know you’ve defeated your opponent.
We can go through the motions well enough and still retain that kernel of knowledge that while the other person gets what they want on one level, but they don’t get the satisfaction of “winning.” Such had become the relationship with my exwife. While compliant on some things, she was defiant about giving me the satisfaction of winning. At anything. She had to go one... Continue»
Damn baby...haven't been to your site in a while..soooo, after I got happy twice this morning I was about to get cleaned up and head off to a meeting when I got a call telling me it had been cancelled...so even though I had cum twice already and my dick was sore--I had been jackin' like a madman, I thought what the hell..sat back down and found your titties...well, I watched them swing and sway, edging over and oover, getting right to the point of cuming and then letting go of my dick, amazed at how your big beauties got me going....well, honehy when I popped my load I nearly ruined my fucking... Continue»
The initial weeks after marriage are the best of times in ones life.Its some thing like being a new recruit,a freshman,things are all rosy,minimal responsibility,mistakes are overlooked and people are ready to help.But then marriage is entirely a different ball game unlike a job or college days.
It changes everything ,the feelings are different.For me too these were the normal course,I was exploring my sexuality.Me and my husband were having a nice time trying to understand each other,making love etc.
I had mentioned how I had been a naughty girl prior to my marriage,but still had restrain... Continue»
How I like you to fuck me. You lick a line clean from my soft inner thigh. Tongue tracing my hundreds of pale scars. They turn you on. It’s almost like I’m dangerous, like I could defend myself. You’ve reached that curve under my tits, you stop and admire. Big, you say. Like something from porn you watched last week. I sigh and giggle, as your mouth moves north. Pink nipples teased to full attention. Your hands work their way over my hips, gripping the extra bits that you love, that I loathe. Tracing more scars with your fingertips. You want to know my story. Hooked, that’s what you might be. ... Continue»
This story is not so much about kinky fantasies as it is about rekindling the passion and desire between long-time sexual partners.
You see, when you've been in a relationship with a person for years, it becomes easy to fall out of desire for one another and into complacency. The raw passion is lost. Upon first meeting and falling for a person, there is a connection, a magnetism that pulls you together. A brief moment of eye contact will send shivers down your spine, and an accidental bump or brush of the arm throws your desires into a frenzy. The faintest whiff of the other person's scent ... Continue»
I pulled up in front of her house. It was older, nothing fancy, but well maintained. I sat in the car for a few minutes studying the situation. Her personal ad, email and pic seemed to be fairly straight forward. An SSBBW looking for a NSA encounter. I grabbed the bottle of wine that I had brought, got out of the car and headed up her walkway. As I approached the door, I heard someone at the latch and the door opened. She was dressed in loose drawstring pants and a camisole with no apparent bra. Her shoulder length hair was wet and there was a towel around her neck.
“Hi ! I’m runni... Continue»
This is my first attempt at writing one of these, so e beingI do hope you enjoy it. It is entirely a work of fiction.
I was 175when I first went into the locker room at my high school. It was my first day there, and I was looking forward to my first period class, Gym. I was pretty scrawny at the time, and only about 4'6" tall. As soon as I walked into the locker room, I realized that I was the smallest one in the room, everyone else was around 5'10" and big enough to bench press me.
After I went in and found a locker, the guy with the locker next to mine greeted me with a "hello," and we... Continue»
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"You're holding back from me. There's something you're not telling me," she had said. That's how it started. The whole long strange trip to where I sit now. Or should I say kneel now? Dressed in a black lace teddy, black thigh highs, heels, pigtails and a strangers cock fucking my mouth.
I feel her nudge me with her heel. Her heel that is stuck in my asshole. I'm thankful for the blunt steel tip. It must be inside me a good 3 inches. I lean forward on my knees and suck faster, arching my back even more to make sure she has access to my sissy hole.
We had been seeing each other for severa... Continue»
Pleasure In Plastic Panties Ch. 01 bytranslucen©
The following started as a PLImail to RubberPanties with the writing of which I became so engrossed that it became a story and in the end I never actually sent it, (so sorry RubberPanties, I hope you enjoy it now). I've tried to describe the pleasure I get from masturbating in feminine lingerie and plastic panties, so if plastic panties don't appeal to you, you may not want to read on. I think though that the enjoyment of sissy girly garments which is an integral part of the tale, means that it may have something all us panties wearing guys c... Continue»
(Parts 1 to 4 are available for viewing, too!)
I paid the pizza delivery guy, closed the door and locked it. There's a man waiting for me in the living room. Peter, my colleague-turned-friend, the guy I had just started kissing a few minutes ago before the pizza arrived. I had just moved into my new apartment and he volunteered to help me get settled.
I placed the box on the coffee table and turned to him. He was seated on the sofa, gazing at me. I was standing in front of him, smiling and teasing him.
"Now where were we?" He asked shyly as he motioned for me to sit on his lap. I smi... Continue»
“……And get onto the suppliers and ask them what the fuck they’re doing.” Anita was saying as she stepped into the lift.
“Will do first thing tomorrow.”
“What’s wrong with doing it now?”
“It’s ten twenty seven at night and there’s no-one there,” John said patiently as he pressed the button to take them to the tenth floor of the office building.
Anita looked at her watch and let out a loud sigh.
“Oh Shit, is it?” she said. “Amy will go fucking mad at me!”
“Surely she’s used to it by now,” John said absent mindedly as he made notes on the sheaf of papers he was carrying.
A day of punishments
As the day when i am to see You again draws closer i feel more and more excited but also slightly worried about what You have planned for this submissive. i know i am being punished for upsetting You by being banished and this has become harder and harder to bear - it is the worst punishment and worse than i could have imagined it being.
The days go by, it has now been 19 days and my anticipation increases until the time finally arrives and i am able to see You again. As i am travelling to You, You text to say that i will find the key in the normal place. When i arri... Continue»
(To find out more about how this story came about, be sure to check out parts 1 to 3.)
Saturday. It's moving out day. Woke up pretty early to do some last-minute checking, a good run and a healthy breakfast. Jumped into the shower after my one-hour run. I was so excited because I'm moving into a new place.
And Peter, my colleague-turned-friend, is helping me. He's meeting me at my new place and helping with the organising. I imagined having a long day with him at my new apartment, ordering in and sharing a few laughs as we organise my stuff. I was thinking about him in the shower and was... Continue»
(Check out parts 1 and 2 for the first two installments of this story.)
That day, we had a good lunch. We spent our lunch hour smiling at each other, spiced up with some "innocent" flirting. I would touch his shoulder or his hand whenever the story would get so hilarious. We were actually having a great time. I almost forgot that Peter's married. He's an amazingly funny guy. *sigh*
That day, he would pop by workstation to coyly ask about some "work stuff". I just had a feeling he couldn't stop not talking to me. I could see it in his eyes. On his "third" trip to my workstation, he asked ... Continue»
(Do check out the first part for a backgrounder on this story. Enjoy!)
I went to the ladies room to check if I looked good. "Adjusted" the blouse and made sure that the cleavage is still there. And by "adjusted" I meant I pulled my blouse down so that some "cheeks" are showing.
I made my way into the conference room and I could feel my chest pounding. I was excited and, at the same time, nervous. This colleague of mine is making me feel this way.
"He's married," a voice inside me reminded me of this harsh reality.
"So what? It's just a brainstorming session," the other voice repl... Continue»