Category Archives: Fetishes

The Pussyholic Part One — Julius

Pussyholic, that would describe him quite well he thought. His meeting with Suzanne was therefore fortuitous for both of them. She had a pussy that craved attention. A neglected pussy, neglected for twenty-eight years and several months or at least lacking the attention it deserved. That was the way she saw it. Simon’s love and [...]
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Naughty Nurse Audrey — Giselle Renarde

“Will you promise me something?” Lawrence asked. “Maybe.” “If you catch what I have, will you let me pay for the medication?” “I’m not going to catch it,” I laughed. “But if you do…” “I’m sure my medical plan will cover the pills.” “But if it doesn’t…” The look of concern on Lawrence’s face tugged [...]
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Knife Play — Angela Sargenti

An old abandoned house. Cut away clothes. Scratch the skin. Lovely blushes and moans from my blindfolded bottom as I trade sharp for blunt. Nothing hurts. Everything haunts. I turn the serrated one broadside and scrape it along a naked thigh, the inside of an arm. Shivers. Goosebumps. An uttered moan and a guttering candle. [...]
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The Lunch — P.J.Rosier

She felt her face flush and her palms become damp as the movie screen in her mind uncontrollably replayed the most embarrassing moment of her life. It had started out so well.    One day at work some weeks before she had, quite literally, bumped into this tall, tan-skinned good-looking man in the corridor.   Trying  to [...]
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The Mask — Roger Tedman

I’d been planning this for some time, but only now had I got up the courage to come.  The instructions were explicit, go to the cubicle, undress, put on the blindfold, and then push the bell-push to let them know I was ready. There was to be no talking, no noise of any sort, or [...]
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A-way Down There — Ivanna Camelot

He was licking my pussy like he hadn’t seen me since Christmas. It was hot, even hotter than it was outside and we’d been hitting some record temps this summer. We were on the floor in front of the air-conditioner, my nipples were so hard they ached, I pinched them anyhow. What I really enjoyed [...]
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Sex-Type Thing — Rusty Cuffs

I’d been planning a sex-type thing for a while, going over it in my head when I should have been thinking of more practical things, like procuring food or working for pay. I wanted to set up a predicament, a sort of stress test, that would send the juice to my willie. I could have [...]
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