Fetishes
A fetish is a word that covers much more than it seems at first glance. For some, it is a foot or a heel, for others, the smell of skin and latex, for a third, the feeling of complete surrender or control. They all have one thing in common: what means nothing to others ignites everything for them.
In this category, we have gathered stories that go beyond the ordinary. Some are gentle and curious, others go all the way. You will find power games, unusual preferences, little things that become obsessions, and fantasies that you may not yet know attract you until you read them.
If you are curious about what lies behind doors that rarely anyone opens, you are in the right place.
Inspired by real encounters between our members.
The Thai with the Deadly Spear
I replied that I wanted cunnilingus, that is, to lick her kitty that I was burning with desire for, but... In an instant, I sobered up and almost exclaimed, 'but you don't have...'. I was momentarily confused and surprised, and she or he, and this creature was both, continued to perform fellatio on my device, to which this unexpected discovery did not bother at all. Suddenly, I found myself holding a genuine, impressive-sized cock, and the momentary confusion was replaced by even greater excitement, because I had both a woman and a man beside me, in one person.
Dripping Passion
He pulled his phallus out of her warm vagina and replaced it with his cold, yet burning tongue. She spread her legs and rubbed against the icy stone slabs like a cat rubbing against her owner's hand.
The Fat Nympho
- What’s wrong, you fucker? Just lying there? No way. Lick my pussy - she ordered. I slipped between her legs and felt the heavy stench, a mixture of sweat and the vaginal juices of an old nympho. I plunged my tongue into her sticky, wrinkled pussy and licked it. - Mmmm, that’s good! - she moaned, writhing like a pig in the mud. Damn whore, what does she think she is, I wondered. If I’m going to fuck her, I’ll fuck her the way I like.
Carnival of Redemption
He didn't let me be barefoot, in patent leather shoes I had to squeeze him while kissing my aroused lips as he slowly and rigidly penetrated my warm vagina with his phallus.
Labyrinth for Love and Eros
I felt the tingles of life as I squeezed you and slowly lifted my legs all the way to your neck so that you felt a gentle captivity by my strength and ability. Your rigid phallus crawled like a lamb to my vagina and quietly began to speak with the otherworldly that resided within me. I became a cult of worship, a saint and a whore in your hairy groin, for I managed to touch your testicles while you slowly and powerfully entered me. This excited you to the point of illness and instead of groaning, you whined with a voice that pierced my consciousness, and I began to rub against you with my sounds that suddenly burst forth from my warm, soft throat.
The Cult of My Personal Phallus
I received him with my lips, noticing how my dress changes shape, how the man twists with his head and entire body and begins to kiss me. My swollen flower releases juice, tightens and relaxes, the clitoris becomes the center of our touch and the center of my world. I cannot make a sound, yet I want to release a squeal and a growl into the air like an animal that has mounted another, but I cannot because He is in my mouth. The cult of the phallus has become my possession.
No hair bothers a good cock
With my last strength, he lifted my buttocks, and the cock that had slipped from my exhausted ass found itself in my mouth in an instant. It was the first time I took a cock in my mouth right after it had been in my ass, but I didn't smell or taste anything, as my whole body was overwhelmed by sheer madness of passion. I knelt on the floor, between his spread legs, and swallowed his cock without the help of my hands. With one hand, I pulled the hair on his chest, and with the other, I choked his balls. He stiffened so that he was as hard as a rock. I grabbed his penis with my right hand, stroked it at the base, and out of the corner of my eye, I watched his crazed face.
Silk Binding on the Eyes of Desire
I gave you my genitals for you to squeeze and adore with your mouth. How you caressed it and sipped from it all the beautiful wealth that flowed from our sensual and passionate game
The Slave of My Passion
-So what the hell are you waiting for! - I yelled at him. - Kneel and lick it, obedient dog! He struggled hard as he bent down that big and positioned himself so he could lick me freely and with pleasure. - My lustful puppy! - I screamed when I felt his tongue on my swollen lips. He immediately began to work me wildly. He sucked my clit, nibbled on my shaved lips, and pushed his tongue into the hot opening...
The Perverse Nymphomaniac
The scattered drops fell onto her breasts, and she, as if her life depended on it, brought her mouth closer to me, catching the urine with her tongue. Still in disbelief, I watched her beautiful, gentle face, bathed in a golden stream… Drops slid down her cheeks, like tears, and she swallowed with an expression of extraordinary lust… When I finished urinating, she smiled contentedly, licking her lips.
House of Debauchery
The lightly wrinkled skin around the hole between her firm buttocks hypnotized me. I stared at her ass, then pulled my member and pressed in. She was incredible. She swallowed my glans in one gulp with her anus, then let out a lustful growl, which was a sign for me to continue; like a conqueror in a narrow gorge - I pushed smoothly into her, and she strained, her muscles quivering, as my cock delved deeper, resembling a subterranean river, directed into a narrow crevice.
Doll for Frantic Pleasure
Just the other day while I was sitting on the city bus, and with an empty head watching people through the dirty glass of the window, a young mother entered the bus – a beautiful black woman with a perfect body, so I wondered if it was possible that the little girl who was tightly holding onto her shirt was her daughter. Hm!? I would also like to hold onto her shirt tightly. That would brighten my day; maybe even my life...
Sunset
When I think of you, I think in a completely special way. A man burns within me then, and I believe that only then and only with you did I feel the greatest passion I could ever feel. Otherwise, when I remember that, my groin hurts and everything becomes twilight, a blindfold, juices.
One Night in Ljubljana
I breathed deeply. I caressed her, on her belly and buttocks, on her thighs and pelvis. We were almost naked, in the dark, alone, under the Ljubljana moon, immersed in the warm night air of the departing spring. Polona and I, two bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace. She turned around. She stuck out her sweet ass. I entered her from behind, keeping the tightest opening for another opportunity, an opportunity that would never come again. And I didn't want to ruin this one. I was thrusting into her harmoniously, fluidly, I was thrusting into her bitterly, regretting that I would never see her again.
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