Fetish solo stories
Read 8 free solo erotic stories on AdultRead
The wolf took a step closer, its head coming into the relative light cast by the crack of the door while the rest of its body stayed in the shadows. Jan sat back; placing her palms flat on the floor behind her while the huge animal stepped closer to her, bending its head slightly to lick her throat again, then her shoulders in long lavish passes of its hot tongue. It was an assault on her insides, her labia, her senses and desires; Jan gasped, gritted her teeth, came and pushed back on his cock, driving him deeper, filling her cunt and womb with his rock solid cock in a primal need to feel him impregnate her.
The party had a deadline, however, and Chris breathed at long last when she stepped into the cool night air, waving off Mr Harris' company with a less polite paw, professional mask slipping for the briefest of instances. Growling, Chris closed her eyes and lost herself in the arms of the lion, flipping him over on the bed with her finely muscled body to ride him, hips slamming down to meet his eager thrusts. Gasping for lost breath, the dragoness twisted, pushing her muzzle out and away from the glass as the last tremors of pleasure rocked her body, lasting far longer than usual.
Laura wondered if other women's shoes and feet smelled as good as hers and what it would be like to lick the sweat off of another woman's skin. Then she would push her face into the heap of thongs and panties – all sizes, colors, and fabrics – and intoxicate herself on the intimate smells of all of her friends and their moms and aunts...pussy smell mixed with sweat, stale urine, and an even more tangy odor from the panties with 'skid marks.' The smell of their underpants would make Laura want to push her nose into all of the women's moist cunts and sweaty assholes....
I love the musky smell of the crotch of her panties where they have been stretched tight across her sweet pussy and tight little asshole; sliding across both holes all day. I finally had to pull my cock out and imagine my wife straddling me, inserting my hardness into her hot, wet lady cave while I am wearing her panties. As her hotness engulfs me the soft material of her panties is rubbing my sack and it feels like she is somehow licking my balls at the same time. I finally have to release my hardness from her sweet panty prison and stroke freely imagining my wife unmount from my cock and engulfing me in here sexy mouth.
So I grabbed a couple of pair of Deb's black panties out of her underwear drawer to stuff the bra cups with and, after closing the toy box up and moving it back to the closet, carried the selected items along with a hand mirror from the bathroom into the great room, where I planned to start the play. I went into the bathroom and stepped into the tub, watching myself in the mirror as I deliberately sat on the cold edge of the tub and rocked against the pressure of the butt plug; my inner thighs were a still a delicate shade of pink above the lacy black tops of the hose.
Zoe nestled herself belly down on her bed and studied the text that explained how women should be able to pee over their selves. After about ten minutes, Zoe closed the book and started unfolding the towels on the bedroom floor. She opened the book one last time at page 36 and studied the illustrations showing how to position the fingers on the labia majora's. Zoe lifted up her bottom from the ground, resulting in an arc that splashed all over her black shirt. The last jet of piss was a geyser like burst that rained down on Zoe's soft and slightly bulgy belly. Zoe dismissed her wet shirt and started cleaning up the towels.
Kitten had been busy today, making sure that her beloved Mistress's home was clean, and that her duties were taken care of. As Kitten moved through the house one last time to double check her work, her dark eyes roaming the many wonderful things her Mistress owned, she thought back to how she had ended up with her beloved Mistress, seven months earlier. Kitten's hands gently worked the loofa over her breasts, taking her time with the rounded peaks, massaging them slowly. Kitten knew that Mistress Kessa loved to drink her milk, and once had asked why. While Kitten was still catching her breath, she felt the shower wand being taken from her hand and the water being turned off.
By the time Liz got to the part about the anonymous man fingering her in the hotel bathroom, Mel could feel a slight dampness between her legs. With her finger back on her clit, and with more friction, Mel furiously fucked her pussy with the vibrator. As she fucked her pussy, she thought of the anonymous man in the bathroom, fucking Liz with his huge cock. Mel thought back to her fantasy with the anonymous man, and knew Sam would like a story. He liked stories about anonymous men fucking Mel's beautiful, wet pussy. And for a moment, he wondered if her story was truly real, and as his fingers reached inside of Mel's warm slit, he wondered if it really had been filled with warm cum from another cock.