fetishes

Explore common and little-known fetishes. Learn how to satisfy a fetish and how to interpret the fetishes of your partner.

The Receipt in His Pocket: Part Two
Elena sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the closed bathroom door from behind which the sounds of the unfolding Thursday ritual emerged. The water was running. David was showering. He was transforming once again into a man she hadn't known for months. A man who did not belong to her.
By Lenka Čihařová2 days ago in Filthy
He Chased Fire. She Chased Light. Neither Could Stop.
Screen 1:17 a.m. Evan’s thumb slid across the screen. Left, right, left, right. Profiles lit, went dark, lit. Match. She sent an emoji. He replied, “Hey.” They agreed on Saturday, three p.m. Hotel lobby. She wore a white sweater. He smelled her perfume. Two hours later, he put on his shoes. She said, “See you next time.” He said, “Okay.” In the elevator he looked at his phone. No new messages. He walked out to the street, bought a bottle of water. Drank two sips, threw it in the trash. The phone lit up again. He swiped. Left, right.
By Jin2 days ago in Filthy
The Receipt in His Pocket
He came home from work at almost exactly the same time. He usually looked tired, but there was always something different about him on those evenings. He seemed more careful with himself.
By Lenka Čihařová15 days ago in Filthy
My Teacher Posted an Abalone Video. I Still Have to See Him Twice a Week.
When “Don’t Play with Your Food” Is No Longer a Joke: The Taichung High School Teacher Abalone Video Controversy, and the Discomfort No One Can Say Out Loud
By Jin15 days ago in Filthy
Through the Hole — Part 2
I slept in pieces. Every time I woke up my hand was already between my legs, like my body had made a decision my mouth hadn’t signed. The shower from Wednesday night hadn’t done what I needed it to do. I could still feel the floor in my knees. I made coffee at 6:50 and drank it standing at the sink looking at his mug from Sunday, the one with the chipped handle he refuses to throw away.
By Chahatabout a month ago in Filthy
Through the Hole
Rohan left on Sunday for another one of those work trips that never end. By Tuesday night I was climbing the walls. We haven’t had sex in almost three months. Not even half-hearted stuff. He comes home, eats, scrolls, falls asleep. I lie there staring at the ceiling with my hand under the sheet like some pathetic teenager. I started watching things I never used to watch. One night I typed “anonymous sex” and then “glory hole” just to see. I told myself it was just curiosity. Then I saved the address of that place near the industrial park.
By Chahatabout a month ago in Filthy
Untitled Titillations
My body count is in the hundreds. I’m not saying that to brag. Because a huge majority of those Are pretty forgettable. But I’d like to share some of my most memorable experiences with you tonight.
By Jebus! about a month ago in Filthy
The Balcony Where I Let Him Finger Me Then Fuck Me in the Guest Room
The party was too loud. Bass thumped through the floor and walls of the small Mumbai flat. Bodies moved close. Sweat and perfume filled the air. I had one drink and my head felt light. My friend was in the middle of the crowd dancing. I needed space. I slipped out to the narrow balcony and pulled the glass door almost shut behind me.
By Chahat2 months ago in Filthy
The Art of Building Anticipation
One of the most erotic and sexy things you can do with your partner is build up the anticipation, not just before sex, but before even the foreplay begins. It can be minutes, it can be hours, or you can go for the all day anticipation. However long it last... it often enhances the entire experience for both partners from start to finish. If done right, it truly is an erotic art.
By Timothy A Rowland2 months ago in Filthy
How to Talk About Your Desires Without Shame
This post is for both the men and the women who read it. Men are afraid to talk about their desires and fantasies because they are afraid that their girlfriend or wife will judge them or freak out some how. Women are afraid to talk about their desires and fantasies because they are afraid that their boyfriend or husband will either think less of her or he will possibly take it too far. The sad result is that everybody stays silent, despite both of them often having similar wants and desires. Sad all around, really.
By Timothy A Rowland2 months ago in Filthy
Cruise Control
“You’re home later than usual,” Aaron said as Seth walked in the house. Aaron was making a sandwich in the kitchen. Seth kicked his running shoes off and pulled his tank top up to wipe sweat from his brow; his body hair stuck wetly to his belly.
By Guy Valley3 months ago in Filthy
Watch This
Finn ducked into his car and closed the door before too much rain could follow him inside. He put the key into the ignition, but before he turned it, he sat back and took a deep breath. How did he find himself in this position right now, soaking wet and aching from the thrill of the, dare he say, best sex of his life?
By Guy Valley4 months ago in Filthy