fetishes
Explore common and little-known fetishes. Learn how to satisfy a fetish and how to interpret the fetishes of your partner.
Cheating Fiance Hypnotizes Partner's Friends!
Anyone who browses the internet long enough is going to look at porn; especially if that person is male. Even just out of curiousity we often venture on the subject of the sexual and the internet very rarely disappoints. Yet the longer we look we can often delve into the taboo and more unusual fetishes. The internet defines a fetish as a form of 'sexual desire in which gratification is linked to an abnormal degree to a particular object, item of clothing, part of the body etc.
A dominatrix explains to you what BDSM really is
What do you actually like in bed? Do you like “normal” things? Or do you belong to the extravagant variety? Can it also be a little more violent? Do you like to be “dominated” and live out your submissive side? Or do you find this completely exaggerated and unnecessary? Do you perhaps already feel these questions as an imposition? In the latter case, you should probably not read any further.
My Foot Fetish… Is It Real?
This article was brought about by one of the responses to a post that I wrote last month, elsewhere. In this post, a lady wrote about a guy that accosted her at the supermarket, while out shopping with her daughter, complimenting her toes which was painted red. She wrote the following:
Adebayo AdeniranPublished 3 years ago in Filthy“Swingers Club Near Me” – Ways to Find Other People with Swing Lifestyle to Party
How to find swingers club nearby in your local area might be a question that the beginners care about the most. To get this question solved, let’s begin with another question what is a swingers club. In recent years, the swinging lifestyle is getting more and more popular among open-minded people around the world. To cater for the social and sexual needs of such people with swing lifestyle, there are some certain clubs where you and your partner can go to meet other swingers for fun. These clubs are usually called swingers club.
The Quarry... (Part One)
Quietly I sit perched high above the ground watching, waiting, patient. Knowing if I wait long enough you’ll come to me. I know I’ve left a trail, albeit a false one, but still close enough that my quarry will pass by my location unaware that I’m above watching, biding my time... waiting for the moment when you are most vulnerable. When you feel you guaranteed a successful capture. However, as usual you’ve underestimated me and you are going to pay dearly for that mistake.
Karen SheltonPublished 3 years ago in FilthyThe Birthday Gift
“Happy birthday,” he said, opening his bathrobe. “Here’s your first present.” From his groin emerged an erection, a shiny ribbon wound around it like bandages on an Egyptian mummy. Against his pubic hair nestled an elaborate bow, which glinted in the light as he stepped towards the bed, wiggling his hips.
Jupiter GrantPublished 3 years ago in FilthyDistractions
I let myself in after work. I call out to you in the back of the house and hear a mumbled reply. I know you’ve been working all day and you’re absorbed in your task. I bet you haven’t eaten or drank anything in a while either. I put the kettle on, it feels delightful to step out of my heels. I sigh in relief as my sore feet ease against the cool ceramic tile. I begin to relax as I pull the pins out of my hair, allowing it to fall down my back. Once the kettle whistles, I pour the hot water into a teapot. I look in the fridge and see that there is chocolate cake leftover from the birthday party we hosted the day before. Serving up two slices I put them with the teapot on a tray and carry them, barefoot, down the hall.
The Play Party At The Old Barn
I was nervous and excited. I bounced on the side of the bed as my best friend, Blair, did her best to tame my unruly hair into twin braids. “What do you think it will be like? Do you like my outfit? I had the worst time trying to figure out what to wear! I can’t believe you’re not coming to this with me!” I was babbling, but I couldn’t stop it. Patiently, she looked at me. “You look amazing, you’re going to have such a great time! I can’t come this time, but next time you can be my escort. I am so jealous that you’re going to this without me!” She laughed; she hadn’t been able to get the weekend off work because we’d only received the invitation a couple of days ago. After months of being vetted and going to networking events, it was finally happening. We had received an invitation to an end-of-summer bash out at the Old Foote Family Farm. It was going to be my very first play party and I had to go alone! I took a deep breath and gave her a quick squeeze. “Alright let’s get this show on the road!”
Daddy Is Fed Up
I had done it that time! Daddy was fed up with my brattiness, and he wasn't going to take anymore. It's not that I went out for a girl's night out, you see. Daddy knows all of my friends, and he approves, as they are all Baby Girls to his fellow Daddies. It was that I called him to get me out of jail.
Phoenixx Fyre DeanPublished 3 years ago in FilthySecret Life of a Domestic Housewife
I wasn't initially interested in Puppy Play until I met "Sadie" and their personality that drew me into it. They were always so playful and I had some previous experience with predatory/play dynamics so when they came to me asking if I would try it, it seemed like a fun and logical connection.
Julia MaupinPublished 3 years ago in FilthyThings I Asked For
What I Asked For What I Didn't “Have you "any silks?” “To tie you up with,” he laughs, all too quick to grasp and over express the punchline.
cora lynnishPublished 3 years ago in FilthyA Dream of Him
A rush of breath slid past her. Once again, the urgency to awake and search for him had brought her from the sweet clutches of slumber, and she…desirous from the memories of the illustrious scenes that had occurred there were enough to make her heart flutter wildly against her chest. She never could seem to shake him. It was as if something had been evoked within her so long ago that his imprinting had been deep; to the core of her soul. She could never forget him. No matter how many others might have held either of them. No matter how many past wounds that the two had both endured in their very separate, yet somehow always interwoven paths.
Sai Marie JohnsonPublished 3 years ago in Filthy