fetishes
Explore common and little-known fetishes. Learn how to satisfy a fetish and how to interpret the fetishes of your partner.
Massaging Mother . Content Warning.
Maya and her husband, Raj, were involved in a minor car accident. Fortunately, neither was seriously injured. Raj walked away unscathed, but Maya complained of neck and back pain. Concerned, Raj took her to their family doctor, who prescribed painkillers and recommended professional massages to ease her discomfort.
By Chahat Kaur10 months ago in Filthy
Night out at the Country Bar
Jesse felt completely out of her comfort zone as her and her cousin, Bea, walked into the Texas country bar. Jesse was visiting her family in Texas from New York and Bea had convinced her to come out with her to her favorite bar. Jesse was a little nervous as they pulled up to the building that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, but being at her cousin’s side, she felt safe and knew it would be a good time.
By Jo. Schmidt10 months ago in Filthy
Indian Wife Becomes a Mistress. Content Warning.
My name is Priya Sharma. I am a 32-year-old homemaker living in Delhi, India, with my husband, Rajesh Sharma. Rajesh and I have known each other since our school days, as we grew up in the same area. Our friendship blossomed into love during college, and we tied the knot after completing our studies. We have two children—a six-year-old son and a baby daughter, who is just four months old. Life was peaceful and fulfilling until a recent incident turned our world upside down.
By Chahat Kaur10 months ago in Filthy
When Has Sex in the Bedroom Become Boring? . Content Warning.
Sex in the bedroom has long been seen as the standard space for intimacy, but as societal attitudes evolve and sexual desires become more adventurous, the bedroom is no longer the only place for exploration. Traditional intimacy is being challenged by a wave of alternative spaces and experiences designed to push boundaries and offer new ways to connect.
By Miguel Torres11 months ago in Filthy
Submerged Desire. Content Warning.
The apartment was a testament to opulence, a place where luxury draped every corner, and the air held a subtle hint of vanilla and jasmine. Anna, was the mistress of this domain, a woman in her prime, her attire a blend of professional elegance and subtle seduction—a blouse that hinted at the curves beneath, a skirt that swayed with my every movement, and glossy brown pantyhose that sheathed her legs, culminating in heels that clicked authoritatively on the marble floor.
By Thunderball11 months ago in Filthy
Forbidden Desire
The air was thick with anticipation as Evelyn stepped into the candlelit room, the soft glow casting shadows that danced across the walls. The scent of sandalwood and jasmine filled the space, mingling with the warmth of the summer night filtering through the open balcony doors. She could hear the distant hum of the city, but in this moment, nothing existed beyond these four walls.
By A.short stories11 months ago in Filthy
Under the Moonlit Veil
The gentle wind whispered through the slightly open windows, carrying with it the fresh aroma of the night. In a dimly lit room, bathed in the soft glow of a bedside lamp, Marina sat at the edge of her bed, her eyes fixed on the trembling flame of a candle that cast a warm, golden light around her.
By A.short stories11 months ago in Filthy
Under the Enchanted Moonlight
The city slept under the pale glow of the moon, its quiet streets cloaked in a gentle darkness. In the stillness of the night, Helena crossed a weathered stone bridge that led to an old mansion on the edge of town. Her heart pounded with anticipation, and the cool whisper of the midnight air sent shivers along her skin.
By A.short stories11 months ago in Filthy
Delivery in the Shadows
The air was thick with the scent of summer rain, the distant rumble of thunder vibrating through the walls as she stepped into the dimly lit room. Candlelight flickered against the stone walls, casting elongated shadows that swayed with every movement. Her heartbeat drummed in her ears, a symphony of anticipation, desire, and something deeper—something she refused to name.
By A.short stories11 months ago in Filthy
Meet me Later. Content Warning.
I looked around confused, as I walked down the hall towards room 305. There were students on either side, watching their phones or with their nose in a book. I slid my phone out of my pocket to check the time. 2:20. I guess this is what people do while they wait for the next class to get out. Not that I would know, I've never been early to a class.
By Alex Manegarden11 months ago in Filthy
