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A Kinky Datenight

by Philmorris181 on Jul 6, 2020
Fetish

Mike and Sally have been married 10 years. Their marriage was a strong one but routine eventually set in. At some point, Sally started organizing date nights once a month and Mike was always looking forward to those... They usually involved some kind of kinks and playfulness that he loved... However, more recently Sally seemed to have forgotten the date ni...

Santa's New Job

by Andre_Sillitoe on Aug 31, 2017
Fetish

I woke up with a pounding headache and my head felt heavy as if it had grown to twice its size. I looked at my alarm clock and realized it was 5:54 p.m. "Son of a bitch," I said out loud. I had to be at the mall by 6 p.m. for my evening shift at the Christmas display. I didn't have time to shave or shower. I got dressed in the same clothes I'd warn the night...

Divine Office Soles

by thedeathecchi on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

Divya Prasad was a feared woman in the office. Strict, dominant, and not at all afraid to call you out if you screwed up. Her harsh nature was matched only by her beauty. Jet black hair with a light streak or two of gray, dark brown eyes, and a tall, womanly figure that she would often use for intimidation. Firm B-cup breasts, and a surprisingly ample butt f...

Got Milk? - Delilah & Mac Ch. 08

by Little_Mac on Feb 6, 2018
Fetish

"Um... could you repeat that, Delilah?" Mac says as he make his way to Delilah's black love seat, the back of it settled comfortably against the foot of her bed. As he sits down on its left side, the cushion absorbs and adapts to him with ease, providing extreme comfort. Delilah smiles as she makes her way past Mac, taking the right side of the couch. "I wa...

Pantyhose Lover gets His Fantasy

by LuvHose on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

The wife knows of my obsession of pantyhose-clad women. She also knows of my longing to see, feel, hear, smell and even taste the hose she is wearing, especially for longer periods. The longer the period, the more obsessed I become. It was Friday at noon when she came home for lunch from the office. Since I work midnight shift, I was sleeping on my side, fa...

Just a Sniff

by milfleglover on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

Hunter was a cute young man, 19, short haircut, athletic young body, big green eyes and eager to please. He'd come to audition for me; my name is Donna Culkins, and I'm a theater director at the small community playhouse in my little town, a lifelong amateur actor and in my older years, a director. He seemed smitten with me, but that's not totally surprisi...

Office Foot Bitch

by malefeetdesires on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

One day as I was sitting at my cubicle when my boss came around to speak to me. I was twenty-seven at the time and working in the accounting department at an insurance agency. My boss' name was David H. Baldwin, but he preferred to be addressed as Mr. Baldwin. He was in his early fifties. He was tall and handsome with dark brown hair and gray sideburns. "I...

Foot Fetish Fridays Ch. 02

by Brittni4u on Dec 16, 2017
Fetish

On Monday morning, as I went to work, I was curious as to how AJ would react. We had a great date, I had indulged his strong foot fetish, but after I had taken his virginity, I was worried he might expect too much. Even though he was at least ten years older than my 22 years, I didn't want him to be clingy. I knew that I still loved having him at my feet and...

Take Back the Night

by byronbgeo on Aug 30, 2017
Fetish

PART I With Beth's thick-soled, fishnet-covered foot just inches from his face, her heel on his bare chest and her toes wiggling, the musty stench was overpowering. It was still had to believe this was really happening to him, although, he realized, it had been weeks in the making. "Ready to smell 'em up close?" asked the woman who'd first showed him his...

Professor Morrissey's Feet

by malefeetdesires on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

As I sat inside my morning Creative Writing class with Professor Morrissey, I started to feel nervous because it was approaching the time when we'd have to share some of our poetry with the class. "Who wants to start?" Professor Morrissey said standing at the front of the class in a gray suit. He was in his late fifties with well-trimmed gray hair, but he...