fetishes
Explore common and little-known fetishes. Learn how to satisfy a fetish and how to interpret the fetishes of your partner.
DJ Hypno's Harem Tactic
The club was packed. Sadie couldn't remember being in a place that was so exhilarating. But wasn't that just perfect? She was 21, and having her first nightclub experience! She hoped she'd dressed right. She'd ripped her tightest T-shirt across the boobs to show off both her impressive cleavage, and her taste in music. Maybe the Daisy Dukes were a little much, but the boys didn't seem to mind. Sadie batted her eyes at one, and received her first free drink. She smiled as she lifted her margarita to him, but the sip made her grimace. She hadn't known what else to order, but anything had to taste better than this!
By Rhea Corvos5 years ago in Filthy
Puppy Mask 2: A New Acquisition
If you're new to this series, remember to start with the first installment, Puppy Mask! Something was just too, too weird about that costume contest. Dana seethed over her pumpkin spice latte, wondering what she’d done wrong. Or what she hadn’t done right. She was a model, for fuck’s sake! She knew she was the sexiest woman in the square, and before that goth chick and her so-called puppy had come on the scene, she was sure she’d win. Her and her little angel getup had one councilman actually salivating. Dana had even shaken her little tush, hamming it up with a wink as she stepped off the stage in a flurry of feathers from her enormous wings. And then that vamp had come on with her friend. Or whatever. And Dana had gotten second place.
By Rhea Corvos5 years ago in Filthy
Size Matters—Think Long and Hard
After 25 years of marriage, at the age of 56, my wife, a keen reader with a new Kindle, discovered Paranormal Romance, a genre of adult fiction focusing on the sexual Dominance of the vampire and the submission of his victim. Think Twilight with an added layer of kinky sex.
By Johnny Seven5 years ago in Filthy
Vampire Mistress
Delia was never one to miss Halloween, but this year was going to be extra special. DJ Marqd, a.k.a., her old classmate Mark Witman, was spinning at the hottest club in town for the annual Vampire Night. She was going to be his VIP—and maybe more. Standing in line, she twirled in her black tutu, admiring how her fishnets hugged her cute runner's legs. The fake fangs felt weird in her mouth, and she had to work hard not to drool. The guy who'd made them for her said she'd get used to them, a few minutes after putting them in. Delia certainly hoped so! There weren't many things in life less sexy than a drooling vampire.
By Rhea Corvos5 years ago in Filthy
Sisterhood: Felony
Felony avoids my eyes. We look at each other through our reflections in the mirror lining the long width of the make-up room. Through the buzzing of the makeup artists painting our faces with cream and glitter, their wrists flickering and magicking with a flourish and a brush, I see her brown pupils. Wild. Like mine.
By Milcah Halili5 years ago in Filthy
Domestic Discipline
I glanced at the clock—5:25. Shit, the house isn’t ready, it’s actually a really big mess and he’s going to be home in like five minutes!!! Guess it’s going to be a punishment kind of night; there’s no way I can make this place look clean in five minutes.
By JLM fantasies5 years ago in Filthy
Brainwashed by Day
You have a routine. Every morning, your eyes blink open and you stare at the ceiling for a minute, letting your mind rise out of the depths of your unconscious. Your dreams evaporate like early fog, leaving you with the sense that you've forgotten something important. Soon, even that disappears in the light of the new day. It's time to rise.
By Rhea Corvos5 years ago in Filthy
Puppy Mask
This was the best time of the year, Callie thought dizzily. The leaves. The sweaters. The costumes! She loved October so much. Today was the best part of a great month: the annual kickoff to the Halloween Fair. The winner of the costume contest would get to eat for free at any restaurant in town all month long, as long as they were wearing their costume—which Callie would do, obvs. She fingered the gossamer wings that had cost her more than a month’s rent. Worth it! A little glittery makeup here, glittery hairspray there, and she was a stunning fairy. Callie admired herself in the mirror, striking a pose and pouting. Her low-cut mini dress barely covered her ass and tits, both of which were sparkly with more spray-on glitter. The wings were gorgeous, of course, but Callie knew what really swayed the judges. Year after year, they picked the sexist costume on the sexiest woman. This year, that would be her.
By Rhea Corvos5 years ago in Filthy