fetishes
Explore common and little-known fetishes. Learn how to satisfy a fetish and how to interpret the fetishes of your partner.
Vixen
Sir was coming home soon. I should have been awake earlier, but almost like always, I decided to just lounge about on the furniture and basically fuck off the whole day. It was a quarter past two, meaning he would be home within the next forty minutes. I needed to clean the house quickly and not make it sloppy or else I knew I'd be punished. I slipped from Our bed, the silky blankets sliding off of me like cream. I quickly dressed into a skirt and random tank top, tying my hair up before picking up around the room.
By Paelien Aesthetic8 years ago in Filthy
It's Just Tits and Tattoos
I catch your eyes as they begin to stare, I have caught your attention. I notice it, my boyfriend does too. I watch as your eyes casually glance up and down my arms, admiring the artwork maybe? Or intrigued and turned on that a woman is heavily tattooed? I watch as your stare becomes more intense, more investigative. They dart around my skin, first the one arm, then the other, you scan my legs and watch as the naked lady on my shin works her way closer to you. As your eyes wander, I watch and wait for the inevitable to happen. My boyfriend is watching you too, watching you drink me in as your pace slows, just to take me in for a moment longer. Eventually, you will do a quick glance toward my tits. A glance that will get stuck. A glance that will never finish, because you eyes will fight with your brain. Your brain screaming, "Don't keep looking! She's going to see you!" and your eyes arguing, "But look at them!" Those huge tits that my mother blessed, or possibly cursed, me with. Are you trying to investigate the tattoo that you see poking out in between them? You can't really make it out when my tits are squished together, but you can see pieces of it, teasing you, taunting you to come take a closer look. To pull my tits apart, and take in the beautiful artwork that graces my sternum in between. Or are you attempting to picture my tits without any clothing draped on them? What the would look like just hanging there, for you to stare at, to possibly touch. My cleavage calling to you, asking you to explore further. Then without fail, without being conscious of it, you will make eye contact with me, or him, and both of us will be staring directly into your eyes. We will let you know we have noticed, that you have been caught taking me all in. You will feel embarrassed, or possibly turned on. Maybe your dick got a little hard, you may reach down to hide the fact. I'm watching you now, I see you jerk on your dick with the slightest movement, trying to control your desires. I will keep my eyes locked with yours, and I'll give you a half smile. Am I interested? Or am I just enjoying the embarrassment or possible guilt that has washed across your face? I would bet on the latter.
By Mistress Mayhem8 years ago in Filthy
The Housewarming Gift
Kim jumped up when the alarm went off. Excitement shot through her body as she silenced the alarm. "Time to go surprise Matt today!" Her friend, Matt, had moved to Cleveland recently and had called her to make good on his promise to have her out when he settled in. Kim took a shower and went to the closet. "Hmmmmm.....Guess I'll wear his favorite things when I get off the train!" She grabbed up the clothes and sat on her bed. First the black push up bra and matching garter belt and panties. Next, she slid her black thigh high stockings on her legs. Kim felt more and more sexy with every passing second. She slipped on a black skirt and low-cut leopard print top. She stepped into her black three-inch heels and walked over to her mirror. "I look hot," she said to herself as she looked into the mirror. She grabbed her keys and the handle of her suitcase, loaded up her car and was off to the station.
By Vanessa Cache8 years ago in Filthy
Out in the Parking Lot
Vanessa awoke with a sense of excitement about her. "Today is the day!" she says as she hops out of bed. Today is the day Vanessa is going to tie herself up in her car. She has been waiting for this day for the better part of a week. She gets the computer and logs into her e-mail. There is an e-mail from Kim.
By Vanessa Cache8 years ago in Filthy
Women's Darkest Fantasies Revealed
With Fifty Shades Freed hitting theaters over the weekend, I thought it would be the perfect time to delve into the dark fantasies of women everywhere. From romantic daydreams of a gorgeous man covering you in whip cream to scandalous visions of being tied up in leather, all sexual healthy beings love to imagine what they most likely aren’t getting in real life. Now not everybody is vocal about their dark desires, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t thinking about them. Trust me, behind closed doors and in the most intimate of moments, they are.
By Jus L'amore8 years ago in Filthy
CBT
CBT? Cock and bull torture... I will always remember my first CBT session, it was with a little old man on the out skirts of London. He had a wife, and a couple of children, he came across my profile on a FinDom community website and he approached me asking if I was interested in CBT. Being a fairly new Domme, I said that I have interest in it, but I have never had a session before… this made him even more interested. He wanted to be my first CBT session.
By Princess_JaeXxX8 years ago in Filthy
Intro to Findom
Firstly, let's explain what findom actually is. Findom stands for 2 words; financial domination. This is a fetish which involves the submissive to give away their money to their dominant. Findom may be accompanied by other practices such as BDSM, female/male domination, or erotic humiliation, but in some cases the relationship between the submissive and dominant may not include anything sexual. The communication between the two may be either through messages, phone calls, video calls, or meet ups.
By Mistress X8 years ago in Filthy
Call Me Daddy
I was never much into role play, but I am down for anything so when he asked me to wear white ankle socks with ruffles on it I obliged. He was tall and black and very muscular. He had a hard past and his present didn't seem too easy, but it was clear that this was the life he was comfortable living. The first time I came to his apartment, a two bedroom that at least three other men were living in, I was alarmed at the gas stove being lit, all four burners ablaze with nothing cooking on them. When I asked why the burners were on he looked at me like I was crazy and said "for heat." I knew Jamal, or "Furious" as he preferred to be called, wasn't a long time thing, I knew it would be fleeting, but I found myself caring about him, genuinely caring about his well-being. The first time he asked me about the little white socks I was taken aback. It seemed like an odd request. Slutty lingerie, crotch-less panties, even anal...but little white socks? I told him I'd see what I could do and tried not to think too much more about it. But then he asked me again, he was really wanting to see my feet in those socks, said it would turn him on.
By Meranda Watley8 years ago in Filthy
