fetishes

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

The Resort
Back in the club, Chase had taken Andi’s advice and left his pants where they had been taken off. The two of them danced for a while and when they needed a break, Chase brought Andi over to a table to meet some of his friends. He was traveling with three other men and two women. Two of the men, Chris and Tony, started an internet company that Chase and the fourth man, John, were employees at. They were joined by Maggie and Kayla. Maggie was Tony’s wife and the two of them were members of the resort and had invited their friends along for this vacation.
By Jo. Schmidt6 months ago in Filthy
My Roommate's Sister
Slowly, Mason and Leni walked back to the dorms, holding hands and enjoying the cool night air. When they had been outside for about five minutes, Mason noticed Leni shivering. She was only wearing a long skirt and a button-up denim blouse that had short sleeves, so the wind must have been really cold on her arms. Unzipping the UF sweater he was wearing, Mason slipped it over and offered it to Leni.
By Jo. Schmidt6 months ago in Filthy
My Roommate's Sister
“Mason? Is that you?” It was a warm Saturday in April and Mason was walking across campus heading back to his dorm. He just finished a morning shift at the car shop he worked at when he heard his name being called. Looking towards the voice, he smiled when he saw his friend’s parents, Brian and Carrie approaching him. He smiled even bigger when he saw who was also with them.
By Jo. Schmidt6 months ago in Filthy
Finsub Explained: How to Find A Real One
In a world filled with sometimes gross inequality, the idea of having enough money to be a financial submissive (finsub) sounds like a real luxury. However, it’s a fact that many people love the idea of being a finsub. The problem for those looking for a finsub to dominate, though, is that many are either not genuine or not 100% committed. Where do you find a real finsub?
By Prinfin6 months ago in Filthy
My Roommate's Sister
Checking his pockets and belongings one more time, Mason made sure he had everything he needed before heading out. Car keys, wallet, cell phone, a full water bottle for the car ride, three condoms and an extra sweater for Leni in case she got cold.
By Jo. Schmidt6 months ago in Filthy
Bound by Sir. Content Warning.
I never thought I’d end up here, bent over Professor Kane’s antique oak desk in his private study, my wrists bound behind my back with his silk tie and my skirt hiked up around my waist. My name is Lila, and I’m a twenty-year-old English major who used to sit in the third row of his Victorian Literature seminar, taking notes like a good girl while secretly wondering what those strong, veined hands looked like wrapped around something other than a fountain pen.
By Chahat7 months ago in Filthy
Desperate Living
"It's like war! Don't tell me I don't know what Vietnam is like!" Peggy Gravel Woo-wee! A movie that looks as bad as it smell!
By Tom Baker7 months ago in Filthy
The Stranger. Content Warning.
The house was dead silent, save for the rhythmic, even breathing of my sleeping husband. I stood by the bedroom door, heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird, and carefully pulled the silk robe over my naked body. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his sleeping back, trying to convince myself I wasn't doing this. Then a text from Him flashed on the screen: Come outside. Now.
By Stephanie Wright7 months ago in Filthy
Her Friend, Our Secret. Content Warning.
This wasn’t how I imagined this playing out. I chose to confront Lexi when Jessica was at work. Knowing she would defend her childhood friend with unwavering loyalty. This had to be done; however, I wasn’t prepared for the madness that would be its aftermath.
By T.D. Chronicler7 months ago in Filthy
Stranger In The Rain. Content Warning.
I never planned for it to happen. Not like that. Not with a complete stranger whose name I still don’t know. My name is Lila. I’m twenty-three, a freelance graphic designer who works from coffee shops and the tiny studio apartment I rent in downtown Seattle. That Friday night I’d been out with friends at a rooftop bar in Capitol Hill—laughing too loud, drinking tequila sunrises that tasted like summer and bad decisions. Around eleven the rain started, the kind that comes down in sheets and turns the city into a neon blur. Everyone else called Ubers and scattered. I stayed a little longer, chasing the buzz, until the bar kicked us out at closing.
By Chahat7 months ago in Filthy
My Roommate's Sister
Mason and Josh ended up chatting the entire three hour drive back to campus so it wasn’t until they were back in their dorm that Mason texted Leni for the first time. He let her know they had made it back to school safely and that he missed her already. He couldn’t help but smile at the screen when she responded saying she missed him too.
By Jo. Schmidt7 months ago in Filthy
Homecoming
The thing about a beach house is that you can smell the ocean even if you're far from it. It's funny seeing the leaves in the trees blow in the same wind that brings the smell of salt over to me. Before smelling the salt, I could pretend I was back on the opposite coast, living with roommates, not parents.
By Magenta7 months ago in Filthy