Fetish

Maybe it began when I was much younger, and easily influenced by adults. Perhaps it began at 18 after watching Sharon Stone during the film Basic Instinct, admiring the way she seductively smoked in the police interview room. But I guess it doesn’t matter how or when it started, the fact was I had the smoking fetish.

Of course I didn’t know what a smoking fetish was at the time, or what my feelings meant. But I did know that the thought of smoking a cigarette had me reaching deep

I stood behind her in line at Wegman’s. She was fat, really fat. She probably weighed 250lbs but… there was

Steamy bath water robbed their bodies of all urgencies. Paz Duarte nestled against Ian Abercrombie. He formed a bulky cushion between her and the tub. His lap the plinth which erased their height disparity. When she didn’t slump Paz could turn and level her hazel eyes with his.

When she straightened up, Paz’ ass pushed his waist, allowing her to play with his dick much as if that flesh were her own appendage. In Paz’ curious hands she made it a quite responsive toy.

Paz had

She stood in the kitchen, looking at the aftermath of the “cookout”. Most of the mess was disposable and she disposed of it. But all that cut-up fruit needed to be put away, so she resigned herself to the task and started placing it back in containers to be put in the refrigerator. She had spent a couple of hours cutting up peaches, bananas, grapes, plums, and strawberries, so her guests could have daiquiris or sangria, or whatever they wanted to make the party more festive.

There

Wear trousers, get fucked. A simple equation, but it worked for Emily.

Jeans were a possible, as long as they were tight-fitting. Her baggy cords were a probably not, unless he hadn’t seen her for a while. But the black trousers were a near-certainty.

There was nothing amazingly ‘fuck me’ about them, they were just plain black, close-fitting polyester trousers, but Emily knew how much they turned Jamie on. If she wore them, and he saw her wearing them, he simply couldn’t

The Schoolhouse was Rob and Penny’s first home together and it was perfect. The grey stone building had lots of character and was set in a very private garden just outside the village which was only an hour’s commute to Rob’s office.

Rob’s recent promotion meant that Penny had been able to give up her IT job with a major corporation and the aim was for her to work from home setting up the software business which she had always wanted to run.

But before that she would

I was nineteen (about three years ago) when I had my first real life experience testing my foot fetish. I had been aware of my fetish since I was in middle school, always looking under the table at girl’s feet. The older I got the stronger the fetish became. I had a couple girlfriends in high school but had never had the courage to tell them about my fetish.

At the point of this story I was a sophomore in college, about halfway through the year and you could say I was completely obsessed

He glanced up from his computer when he heard the commotion just outside his open door; his eyes shifted to the clock and noted the time. “Fifteen minutes late,” he mumbled to himself.

He watched her sauntering in, reciting good morning greetings to her fellow coworkers, their faux smiles and un-cordial greetings in return, falling on deaf ears and blind eyes.

She poked her head into his office, a warm smile plastered on her face. “Good morning Mr. Barns,” her voice a

Before I continue with my story I will introduce you to myself. My name is Alan and I am forty three years old. I have been married to Pam for twenty years now and we are both happy with each other. We have never had any children. This year Pam turned forty and still looks great. She has dark brown

Kaden walked in the door without a smile on his face.

“Take that off,” He ordered, pointing to my towel. I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard a knock at the door. He pulled the smaller towel from my hair and dropped it to the floor. The cool beads hit my warm back with the