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SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
GENDER: Male
FETISH: Leg Fetish

I have written about the following experience on another page on this site, but since I believe it qualifies as a real fetish it is more appropriate here. I am interested in reading about other experiences similar to the one below. I am a 50 year old male. About 30 I was years ago I was visiting a friend on his farm. His brother, about my age at the time seemed interested in me as soon as we met. It was not necessarily a sexual attraction but I could tell he was attracted to something about me by the way he looked at me. One morning I was up early and happened to bump into Ray on his way to the barn. He asked me if I wanted to see his gun collection. I said sure and he took me to a room below the barn where there was a collection of rifles, shotguns and hand guns. As I was looking at a rack of hunting rifles, I caught a glimpse of Ray loading a hand gun with 2 bullets. He stood back and aimed the gun at my legs. I was wearing cut-off shorts. I asked him not to point the gun directly at me; I could just imagine the gun going off by accident. But he was focused. He asked me if I had ever been shot in the leg and I told him no. He asked me what I thought would happen if he pulled the trigger. I said I would be in a lot of pain and I could be crippled. He told me we would both get off by me experiencing being shot and him watching me in great pain. He then said that he wanted to fire one bullet into my thigh and one into my calf. I could choose the leg. He then would cut the bullets out of the leg. He said at that point I would be in screaming agony. I now was begging him not to go through with it. Ultimately, he did not shoot me and somehow I was embarrassed by the whole incident by being a potential victim, that I never told anyone of it. I wondered why Ray threatened me though, and what about my legs made them his target. About five nights later, I dreamt about the incident, but in the dream I was actually shot multiple times in both legs. I was screaming and watching as the bullets were cut from my legs begging for the pain to stop. I awoke suddenly and was instantly aware of my erection and that my underwear was soaking wet. I thought I had ejaculated in my sleep but I was still very aroused. I started masturbating. The pre-cum was practically flowing down my shaft making my penis very slippery. I shook the covers from my legs and looked down at them all the time fantasizing about being shot and tortured. When I climaxed, I shouted out and the semen shot in my face. It was the most erotic experience and intense orgasm I had ever had. After that, I had many more dreams about my legs being tortured in a variety of ways, from being shot full of arrows to being kneecapped. I enjoy standing in front of a full-length mirror looking at my legs while masturbating. I consider this all a full-fledged fetish. I love running and sometimes fantasize about being shot while out on a run or kidnapped and tortured, taken someplace where no one can hear my screams. A therapist suggested that this is how I have come to deal with the experience and that I probably have suffered some form of posttraumatic syndrome. In any case, it’s 30 years later and the fantasies keep coming (no pun intended!) I’ve worried that there is something wrong with me and that this is not normal. It seems that somehow Ray’s masochism translated into my sadomasochism. But I have never intentionally hurt my legs looking for a more intense orgasm and never would. It’s all fantasy. Fortunately, these fantasies happen only while masturbating. I am able to enjoy lovemaking without thinking about my legs. Running has made my legs stronger and my thighs and calves very well defined. At times it is the sole reason I get myself out the door for a run, knowing I’m making my calves bigger which somehow makes my legs seem more vulnerable which leads to frequent masturbating with intense orgasms Has anyone else experienced anything like this? Is there such a thing as a leg fetish? I’ve never asked these questions before…until now.

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
GENDER: Male
FETISH: alcohol

I don't know why this is but I have always been fascinated with the role of alcohol during a sexual adventure. It may be the affect of TV or adults in the house who drank. I'm not sure. I've always made an unusual association between alcohol and the sexual behavior it could produce. Even mildly tipsy women who are not overtly sexual can turn me on because of the knowledge that their minds are a little less restrained than when they are completely sober, which makes people more honest, open and at times much more silly. That can be fun. The first time I can think of placing an emphasis on alcohol in a sexual experience was in high school when some friends and I got together. We weren't drinking that heavily but it was the first time for me and I can remember the light-headed wonder and completely feeling of contentment. I stumbled a bit and innocently (really) landed on my girlfriend's lap, which prompted a comment from one of our friends. That night, as I snuck past my sleeping parents and locked myself in my room, I laid in bed and masturbated. The alcohol numbed me to the point that it took some time to climax and my mind raced with fantasies. Since then, I have had higher than normal arousal when girlfriends got drunk. My wife will tie one on occasionally, which leads to some explosive orgasms for both of us. On those rare occasions when I am alone, I sometimes will toss back a few. The last time found me late at night walking into the backyard pretty toasted. The property is situated in such a way that it's virtually impossible for the neighbors to see anything in the backyard. There I was, naked, intoxicated and feeling for all the world as if I were liberated from the shackles of modesty. The evening breeze tickled my penis and I jerked off shamelessly. One girlfriend didn't really seek out to get drunk often but when she did, her inhibitions left her big time. It was on one occasion at her apartment that she confessed all kinds of things to me, each one making me hornier and hornier. The one-night stands, the experimentation with other girls, the secret fetish for her brother, whom she claims to have sucked off one time when he was asleep and she was tipsy. The epiphany that once, as a baby-sitter, she encouraged the kids to take a bath with her and that she bathed them both completley to see their reactions was something she would not have told me sober. That night, she was sloppy drunk which she rarely did. She begged me to tell her secrets and I told her about times with another couple and the time I had two girls (one drunk and one sober). Her inebration liberated her mind from jealousy and all she wanted was to feel me inside her and smacking against her skinny flesh. The sex was fantastic. Alcohol makes me hotter and my _____ will burn with passion as I stroke it and will explode with abandon when I masturbate when intoxicated. I enjoy picture essays of obviously intoxicated men or women being seduced into sex and when I chill the wine on a weekend, my wife knows what's coming next.

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
GENDER: Male
FETISH: Spanking

I acquired this fetish when I was six yeas old as a result of seeing my aunt spank my cousin Helen on her bare behind. She was ten years old, headstrong and somewhat of a bully. Her mother was my mother's younger sister, and was visiting us at the time. I watched fascinated as Helen's cheeks alternately compressed and rebounded as her mother's hand flatened her cheek and it rebounded. The color of her behind went from white to pink to red as the spanking progressed. My little penis got harder and harder as I watched, and began to tingle until the sensation became unbearable. When Helen's spanking ended, she was crying, red and sore. As soon as I could, I inspected my penis to see why I had this wodnerful experience. It didn't seem any diferent, but it still tingled. I had no idea what sex was, and remained ignorant of it for another three years. But after this, every time I or another kid was to be spanked, my penis got hard. At first, this caused amusement to my mother or aunt when they saw my little penis standing up before I went over their laps for a spanking, but it never saved me from getting spanked. Even today, the mere thought of a spanking is enough to provoke an erection.

SEXUALITY: Bisexual
GENDER:
FETISH: Pissing

The Peewee Club Samantha hitched up her skirt, squatted down by the side of the country road and waited. She was dying for a pee, but she was determined to wait until someone passed. Ideally it should be a cyclist; a car would pass so quickly the driver would only get a glimpse of what she was doing and if a pedestrian appeared she could not justify squatting in a pissing position until he got close enough to see. If she started pissing shortly after the cyclist appeared, she would still be in full flow as he passed. Now there was something unusual about this situation, something that made it obvious that Samantha was not just some poor girl who had been taken short by the roadside, quite simply, Samantha had not dropped her knickers! This, of course was intentional. Firstly, pissing through her knickers gave her an orgasm and secondly there were few men who could politely look away when they saw a woman deliberately wetting herself and Samantha’s orgasm was at its most intense when she was being watched. Her patience was rewarded. A bicycle appeared round the corner, ridden by a respectable, balding middle-aged man with glasses. Samantha made sure her skirt was well hitched up, she opened her legs as wide as she could without falling over and, as soon as the man was close enough, started to piss. How good it felt as the dampness spread across her knickers so that some of the warm, golden pee trickled down her legs The cyclist did not fail her. He had been surprised enough to see a woman squatting by the roadside in the first place, but when he became aware that she was pissing through her knickers he could not take his eyes off her. Not only was she still pissing when he passed, she was on the verge of orgasm. The cyclist turned his head as he passed and kept his eyes on her, but when this became physically impossible, instead of simply continuing on his way, he stopped, leant his bicycle against the hedge and continued staring at Samantha. This was too much! She let out a moan, followed by something approaching a scream, and abandoned herself to orgasm, gently touching her dripping knickers as she did so. The orgasm brought her back to reality and suddenly she was aware that this man, although he looked harmless enough, could possibly be some sort of maniac. She stood up and looked at him. Suddenly she noticed a stain appearing in front of his trousers. It started spreading and she realised that he was wetting himself! Deliberately, too, that was obvious from the satisfied smile on his face. Samantha smiled back and the man, having emptied his bladder, proceeded to unzip his trousers and reveal a long, thick, still dripping prick in a state of semi-erection. He started rubbing it, slowly but firmly and within seconds it was standing upright. Samantha’s hand went down to her clitoris. She was already ripe for another orgasm. She pulled up her skirt and removed her soaking knickers. As the man’s hand moved faster up and down the shaft of his prick, Samantha’s fingers flickered over her clitoris and then one disappeared into her wet pussy. How good it felt. She kept her eyes on the man’s massive prick and thought how good it would feel inside her. Why not? She stood up and started walking towards the man, putting up her hand in front of her as if to say ‘Wait!’ But she was too late. When she was about three metres from the man, a stream of sperm shot out towards her, followed by another, smaller one. The man smiled, shook his prick, wiped it with his forefinger which he then licked, pushed it with some difficulty back into his trousers and did up his zip. Then he mounted his bicycle and set off down the road. Samantha wondered whether the man was married and what his wife would say when he arrived home with wet trousers. Always prepared herself, she took a clean pair of knickers from her handbag, slipped them on, put the wet ones in a plastic bag and set off for her car which was parked at a layby round the next corner. Samantha belonged to the Peewee Club, and regularly attended their weekly meetings with her friend Penny. The club, which was strictly for ladies only, with a monthly guest night when men friends could be invited, had been formed by a couple of lesbians who were into pissing and the original membership of five had quickly swelled to over twenty, purely by word of mouth. Clitty and Labia, as the lesbians were known, had converted a large garage into a “pissing parlour” with soft, plastic covered furniture and floor drainage, where those who attended the meetings were able to endulge their “little weakness” in any way they liked. They were encouraged to use their imagination, though, and Clitty and Labia took photographs and made videos, purely for internal use. Everyone masturbated as well of course, and although the majority of members were officially heterosexual, many of them married, mutual masturbation was very popular. As the meetings lasted ninety minutes there were other, non-sexual, activities on hand, such as table tennis, cards, dancing and watching videos, all of which were performed in various stages of undress and invariably developed into sex-play. Penny liked to dance with Samantha and stroke her breasts. At a certain stage in the dance she would pee in her knickers, revelling in the feel of the warm piss trickling down her legs. She would then masturbate, or let Samantha masturbate her through her wet knickers. Samantha was a compulsive masturbator and could enjoy at least six orgasms during the ninety minute session and, by coming with a full bladder and then drinking plenty of water while she was there, she was able to both start and finish the session with a pissing exhibition. There were climbing bars on one of the walls, and she liked to go to the top, turn round and piss as far as she could into the room. There was always someone below who enjoyed a warm shower. One or two girls like to take the piss directly in the mouth, but most liked either to stand and let it trickle over their breasts and down to their sex, or to lie down and take the piss directly onto their fannies while they masturbated. The favourite card game was “pwhist”, which was basically the conventional knockout whist, except as each person was knocked out they had to perform for the others. This meant pissing or masturbating or both and the overriding rule was that no contestant could repeat the act of the earlier performers.Thus this had one girl pissing while standing on her head, so that the piss ran down over her stomach and breasts and onto her face, another pissing into her cupped hands and then washing herself with it and a third calmly pissing into a white trouser suit while calmly reciting “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day”. A few were into filling their knickers with _____ as well as pissing. This was considered quite acceptable and most of the non-shitters were turned on by it. Some of these, Penny included, were tempted into trying it. Shitters were, naturally, expected to clean up afterwards and disinfect and deodorize themselves and any areas where the _____ may have dropped! The monthly ‘Guest Night’ doubled the number present as no girl had difficulty in finding a man who was turned on by watching women pissing and masturbating. Naturally, the men were obliged to do the same – and they never had any trouble fulfilling their obligations! Straight sex was not allowed. It had been tried at the beginning but had been found to change the whole tone of the proceedings and so penis/vagina and penis/anus contacts were out, though blow-jobs were not. Since in most cases the men were not able to have as many orgasms during the ninety minutes as the women, they were encouraged simply to watch and play with themselves for the first half hour and then join in with the girls on an equal footing. As far as pissing was concerned, the men seemed to get most pleasure from pissing over one or more girls, but there were those who pissed in their trousers while dancing or playing table tennis and some even lay down and pissed into their own mouths. The girls got most pleasure from watching the men masturbate and as many of the men were married to wives from whom they were obliged to keep their auto-erotic tendencies secret, they took extra-pleasure from masturbating to an all-too-willing audience. The men who came with Samantha and Penny were not regular boy-friends but two bi-sexuals whom Penny had once seen masturbating together, though not each other, in the park. She had followed them home, waited a short while and then rung the bell asking if she could use the toilet. As they been rather surprised and did not immediately invite her in she decided to wet her pants there and then on the doorstep. This took Ben and Roger completely by surprise and they invited her in and offered her a change of clothing. She accepted and surprised them even further not only by taking off her wet trousers and knickers in front of them but also by starting to masturbate openly. “You will excuse me, won’t you? Wetting myself always turns me on. I’ll have to bring myself off.” Of course, they did excuse her, masturbated themselves while they watched her, and thus a sexual friendship was sealed. Ben and Roger were not then into pissing but Penny and Samantha, who visited them at least once a week, soon changed that and persuaded them to join them at the Peewee Club on ‘Guest Night”. Clitty and Labia had been together since they were teenagers. Clitty had got a kick out of pissing herself for most of her life. Many attempts had been made to cure her of both bed-wetting and daytime incontinence and nobody even considered the possibility that she was doing it because she enjoyed it! She had her first, spontaneous, orgasm at the age of eleven while wetting her knickers on the swings in the recreation ground. After that she largely stopped openly wetting herself, but did it secretly, washing her wet clothes herself. Labia went to the same school as Clitty but was two years younger. She fell in love with Clitty when the older girl became captain of the hockey team and Clitty took advantage of the young hero-worshipper, initiating her into both masturbating and pissing. They would piss in the shower after sports and then see if they could masturbate unnoticed by the other girls, by washing their pussies extra-thoroughly. “Washing one’s private parts well is so important,” they would tell the others and most believed them, some of them discovering that it was quite pleasurable as well. Clitty and Labia became inseparable and “came out” with their lesbian relationship long before Labia left school. They would meet regularly and indulge in mutual masturbation and pissing and when they were both ‘of age’ they set up house together. They found many women of all sexual persuasions who enjoyed the occasional ‘fling’ with another woman and their flat became an open meeting place for regular and ‘part-time’ lesbians, few of whom were not converted to the practice of ‘pissing’. Clittie and Labia derived most pleasure from pissing in public. They made a habit of joining queues for the ladies loo and engaging the sympathy of the other impatient ‘queuers’ by failing to last out. It was not unusual for others behind them in the queue to be unwillingly forced to join them, the sight and sound of piss trickling down the legs and on to the floor being too much for them. This always brought Clittie and Labia to orgasm. Other places where they would be ‘taken short’ would be bus queues, supermarket queues and, most popular, in the street far away from any public conveniences, where they would desperately ask for directions and, on hearing that the nearest toilets were X number of streets away, would immediately let go and surprise/shock the unfortunate passer-by. There had been several attempts to close the “Peewee Club”. From some of the sounds coming from the converted garage, neighbours had assumed that Clittie and Labia were running some sort of brothel and reported them to the police. A rather attractive plain clothes WPC called Frances had been sent to investigate and not only had she been unable to discover anything that contravened the laws of the land, she had also become hooked on pissing and joined the club. She became very attracted to Wilma who like licking the nipples on her bulbous breasts while she masturbated, while Wilma herself was turned on by Frances’s almost non-existent breasts. Frances soon found that she could reach orgasm simply by pissing and started to wet her pants from time to time while on duty, wearing a nappy to soak up the pee. Eventually her colleague Patsy realised Frances was having an orgasm seemingly without any stimulus and asked for the recipe. This resulted in a much closer relationship and joint pissing and masturbating sessions both on and off duty. There were several other instances of members of the Peewee Club ‘infecting’ outsiders and spreading the joys of pissing in all directions. I was fortunate to meet and have a brief but very rewarding relationship with a girl who was a friend of a friend of a Peewee Club member. I did already pee in my pants occasionally, but only at home, in the bathroom. Thanks to Pat who introduced me to the true joys of pissing by suddenly wetting her pants while I was kissing her goodnight after a visit to a pornographic cinema showing lesbian films, where I was one of only three men present, I now piss regularly, while out jogging or walking, in the cinema and occasionally openly in the street. I can also reach orgasm after peeing without any physical contact. I live in the hope of one day meeting a member of the exclusive Peewee Club who will invite me to attend ‘guest night’. In the meantime I shall have to be satisfied with the inspiration I have received from what I have heard about the Club and continue to develop and enjoy my private pissing activities. I’m beginning to leak a bit now – I’m just going to let go and….. The End

SEXUALITY: Bisexual
GENDER: Male
FETISH: Exhibitionism

I work as an accountant in Lansbury Holdings in Euston Road, London. I’m forty-three years old, divorced and have no children. I like reading, walking and listening to classical music and can often be found on the South Bank in the Festival or Elizabeth Hall. In the evenings, that is. During my lunch hour I frequent a totally different establishment. In the Caledonian Road, not far from King’s Cross Station there is an establishment with a small sign above the door: CINE CLUB. It is indeed a cine club, but lovers of Bergman and Bunuel would be disappointed. I discovered it through an article in the Guardian about prostitution in the King’s Cross area in which a pornographic cinema was mentioned as a place where hookers plied their wares. I first went there one evening, half-hoping to be picked up – but found no one even resembling a prostitute either outside or inside the cinema. What I did find initially didn’t surprise me – after all I knew it was a pornographic cinema and I’d been to pornographic cinemas before, in the days when Soho was full of them. I’d masturbated secretly into my trousers and assumed the others around me were doing the same. Here, the films were on video and the quality left a lot to be desired, but on my first visit a lesbian masturbation scene got me aroused and I started surreptiously stroking my prick through my pocketless trousers. I had manoeuvered it upwards so that it was flat against my stomach, so that my vest would soak up the sperm when I came. Suddenly, for some reason I looked down and had the shock of my life. The man next to me had taken out his prick and was openly rubbing it. It was only half-erect, but it was oozing pre-cum, which he periodically wiped off with an increasingly damp tissue. I’d never seen a grown man masturbating in the flesh before, and I found that it excited me more than the film. It wasn’t long before I came, squirting successive streams of sperm up my stomach and into my vest. My neighbour was only too aware of what was happening – he glanced towards me smiling and waved his prick at me. I realise now that he wanted me to masturbate him, but at the time the thought didn’t cross my mind. I got up to go to the loo in order to clean myself up a bit – the sperm soaked vest was cooling down and felt a bit uncomfortable. When I came out, the wanker had moved to the front row and was masturbating vigorously, his prick now fully erect. I returned to my place and continued to watch the video. Interminable _____. OK, the black giant had a fantastic prick – and when he jerked off all over the blonde’s face I started to get excited again. Should I take my prick out? No – the man in the front row was the only one, as far as I could se. Maybe he was some sort of maniac. I mean, people just didn’t wank in public, did they? So my hand went into my pocket and I stroked my erection gently for about half-an-hour before I reached my second orgasm. After that, the film ceased to interest me and I left. I’d come half-hoping for a _____, and I left after two orgasms and with my thirty quid still safely in my pocket. I couldn’t get the sight of that erect prick being openly stroked in the front row out of my mind. It fascinated me. It aroused me. I sat in front of the mirror and pretended I was in the cinema. I rubbed my erection through my trousers and then took out my prick, watching myself in the mirror as I gently stroked it. I wiped off the precum with my handkerchief – and eventually I came – also into my handerchief. Would I ever have the courage to do the same actually in the cinema? Probably not, but I had to go to the cinema again, come what may. The sooner the better – and the next opportunity was my lunch hour the following day. It seemed I was not the only businessman with the same idea. The general profile of the audience was considerably more respectable than the previous evening. Here were men who had to go home to their family in the evening, taking advantage of their lunch hour to revel in a bit of porn. There weren’t any free seats in the front few rows, so I found myself in the third from back. To start with I got the impression that the men were just watching the film – there was no sign of any furtive masturbation – and certainly no open wanking. I didn’t even dare put my hand in my pocket, even though I had a painful hardon compressed into my Y-fronts. After a while, the pain became unbearable and, on the pretence of looking for my handkerchief, I succeeded in freeing my prick and sending it vertically towards my stomach. The man next to me was aware that something was happening in my trousers and threw me a glance. I looked down at my crutch – the erection was obvious – both to me and to my neighbour. It became impossible to totally ignore what was happening, and I placed a hand surreptitiously on my trousers. The man next to me did the same. I rubbed my hand up and down. So did he. Suddenly he transferred his hand from his own crutch to mine. I shuddered, and immediately removed it. Why? Because I was damned if I was going to stoop to being masturbated by a total stranger. Why? Because he was nothing to me. I got up and made my way to the aisle, determined to leave the cinema. But my erection refused to let me. As I reached the stairs, I realized that I had to masturbate to orgasm before I left. There was a spare seat in the middle of the back row, so I made for it. As I pushed past the three men between the aisle and the spare seat, I realized that two of them were openly masturbating. As I sat down, I saw that the two on my right were doing the same. So the back row was the place to be!. I sat and watched the film for a few minutes. A rather plump redhead was masturbating vigorously, surrounded by five equally plump men who were doing the same. I joined them. I whipped out my prick and gently carressed it. Five masturbating men on the screen, five more in the back row. Incredible. The man two seats to my right was making a meal of it. He had thrust his prick in the air and was rubbing it furiously, looking left and right as he did so. The others were more subtle. The man on my left had a well-shaped prick, about seven inches at least, and was making the most of it. He glanced down at mine – equally well-shaped but slightly smaller. I suddenly realized that I actually wanted to feel his prick. But how was I to go about it? I didn’t have to worry. After a few minutes, his left hand edged its way towards my erection and gently grasped it. Nobody except me had touched my prick since Grammar School! God, he certainly knew what a prick wanted! The problem was, I was obviously going to come immediately. I grabbed his prick and rubbed it vigorously, as if to bring him to the same stage of excitement. He obviously liked this as he began to thrust his hips up and down. Concentrating more on his prick helped to draw my attention away from my own and I found myself able to control my orgasm. I remained on the brink while wanking my neighbour like mad. Suddenly, he shuddered and I felt a stream of sperm shoot up in the air, down my hand and all over his trousers. A fraction of a second later I did the same. God, what a mess! It had a good effect on the man on my left, who ejaculated a matter of seconds after me. I’d ejaculated in front of others! Total strangers. There would be no stopping me now. I hastily shoved my prick into my trousers and dived for the loo to clean up the mess. The other two men were doing the same, but in situ. In the loo someone had hung up a condom full of sperm. Not a bad idea, coming into a condom. Less mess. I picked it up,imagining the man ejaculating into it while rubbing his prick through his trousers. Although I’d just come, I found myself getting excited again. There was still about twenty minutes of my lunch hour to go, so I decided to return to my seat. Too late - someone else had retired to the back row for a wank. The only available seat was in the middle of the fifth row. Oh, well – I would just enjoy the film and wank through my trousers. On the screen a couple of lesbians were hard at it. Wanking lesbians turned me on more than anything. I adjusted my erection and started stroking myself. The man on my right seemed a bit taken aback, but the young man on my left started openly stroking his obvious erection. I made a mental note to wear my trousers with holes in the pockets the next lunch hour I spent here. Then I could stroke my prick relatively surreptitiously. It wasn’t the same through my trousers. Oh, to hell with it! I unzipped my trousers and took hold of my prick without actually revealing it. I had underestimated the man on my right. As soon as he saw what I was doing, his left hand wandered over towards my open flies, while unzipping his own trousers with his right. I released my now full-size prick and relaxed as the man’s hand tightened gently around it. His prick was pretty flaccid, but I took hold of it just the same. He started rubbing mine harder and faster, but his own remained disappointingly limp. By this time the man on my left had taken out his prick, which was far from limp. While I was wondering whether to take it in my left hand, he started shaking, leaned forward, and ejaculated copiously all over the floor. By this time, I realised almost the whole of the row in front had turned round and were watching us. So what? Some of them were wanking openly too. My prick was a bit sore after my first orgasm and my wanker was being far too rough. I gently removed his hand and placed it on his own apology for an erection, while stroking mine gently with my left hand. My impotent neighbour seemed offended by this as he immediately tucked his prick into his trousers and zipped them up. I continued wanking and he just sat and watched the film. After a few moments, I heard what sounded like a trickle of water. It was coming from my immediate right and I looked down. My neighbour was wetting himself! Intentionally, judging from the blissful look on his face. His trousers were soaked, so was the seat, and there was an ever-widening puddle on the floor. Suddenly he unzipped his trousers and took out a gigantic erection! Wow! A pee-fetishist! I realised that his wetting himself had excited not only him, but me too, and I could feel the sperm welling up at the base of my prick. I came within seconds, and so did the pisser – with scarcely any hand-contact at all! Gosh! I must try that. Not during the lunch hour, of course. Perhaps one evening. I could even try it at home that same day. Heavens – I was going to be late – it was nearly two-fifteen! I hastily wiped my prick with my handkerchief and tucked it away. Two orgasms in less than an hour. And I’d never seen as many naked pricks in one place since my boarding-school days. Lunch hours would never be the same again…

[Editori's Note: Exhibitionism does have a site of its own. Please see the Exhibitionist Section]

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
GENDER: Male
FETISH: hair

When I was 14, I was dared to sneak into the girl's locker room. I hid behind a girl in a poofy dress and then dived behind one of the benches. I was able to watch from below the bench. I was looking directly up and wow! I was looking right up the girl's clits. I discovered that the unshaved sexes made me more horny than the shaved. I was afraid I was going to come right there. One very hairy girl sat on the bench while she put on her chearleader stockings. It was great. I stared at her vagina and just had to unzip my pants. I got out my penis and held it in my had. I was almost a foot long. damn. I just started masturbating right there. With all the hairy clits and petite butts, it only took two thrusts. The cum shot up the girl's back. She had a shirt on, so she didn't notice. I shot out of there before anyone noticed. The huge cum stain was noticed and tere remains a legend about the guy who masturbated in the girl's locker room. Ever since then, hair has been my favorite. I love licking the furry, moist clits of women. Sometimes, feeling any hair gives me an erection. I got into a new group of guys who liked hairy pussy. We all had girlfriends and decided to have an orgy. Our girlfriends liked the idea. There were four guys and four hairy pussies. We all went into John's house. His parents work night shifts at the hospital. We got naked immediately. The girls went slower. They took off their tops. They wore no bras. Then they slowly unzipped their jeans, revealing the fur we craved. Up they went, Our dicks were ready to go. We all got into John's parent's double bed. The girls just sat with their legs wide and waiting. We guys went from clits to clit, licking and fingering. The girls had a great time. I actually stuck my whole hand in one of them, I don't remember wich. When they were naked, we didn't care. I grabbed George's _____ and rubbed it. We all jacked each other off while we licked each other's girlfriends. We came at different times, but we kept goving the girls orgasm after orgasm.

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SEXUALITY:
GENDER:
FETISH: Anonymous

The story written by the guy (I’m assuming it’s a guy) about being shot in the legs and having the thought become erotic, really hit home for me. My college roommate was a quiet guy and we got along all right, but our relationship took a huge turn one Sunday morning. Our beds were across the room from each other. I had awakened and was just kind of vegging when I heard “Rick” start to moan. I looked over at him and saw his body squirming under the sheet. It was obvious that he was masturbating. It seemed he was still sleeping and he was moaning, “Oh God, my leg - -it’s killing me - - you’re killing me –“ He then pulled the sheet off his right leg putting his right hand over his knee. I could see his left and massaging his penis. At this point I was getting turned on myself but I couldn’t understand the whole thing about his leg. I saw him start to thrust his hips upward and I could tell he was really wet. He was making this low growling sound. I heard him say, “Stop cutting me” in this hoarse voice and then he climaxed. His body jerked and his wetfire spurted straight up. There must have been 3 long ropes of semen jettisoning up and splashing down on his chest. He as breathing heavily but started to relax. He turned his head and looked over at me and saw I was staring at him. He said, “Okay, now you know my little secret.” Days went by and we hadn’t talked about the “incident” until one evening we were studying at our desks and Rick turned to me and asked, “Aren’t you the least bit curious about what you saw the other morning?” I said that I was actually. He told me he started having dreams about his legs being hurt several months ago after watching “Platoon.” He said he had always been a “leg man.” There was scene where a soldier stepped into a booby trap and his leg was mangled. He was screaming and his squadron leader kept telling him to shut up and take the pain. Rick told me after that movie he started having dreams about his own legs that and they always turned into something erotic. The he stunned me by suggesting that we both masturbate together. I remember that I had been turned on watching him and he said that he thought I had a great pair of legs for a man. So, we both took our pants, shoes and socks off. We sat on the floor leaning against our respective beds looking at each other. Rick put his hands around his right thigh and said, “Just think about this leg being mutilated.” I put my hands around my right calf and said, “What would I look like if I had a bullet in my calf and I had to take it out myself?” It wasn’t long before I had gotten in the “spirit” of the moment and felt myself about to cum. Rick already had and I came together both yelling, “My leg, my God my leg!” We were sure people in the dorm could hear us. If anybody did they never told us. After that we got pretty good at improvising. We would spread baby oil over each other’s legs. I once acted out taking a bullet out of Rick’s thigh and he bandaged my whole leg after I had been “shot” through the calf, thigh and knee. He was right. It was damn erotic. We even masturbated each other during the fantasies. I guess one highlight was when we drove into the mountains to a shack I had seen while hiking up there. It was in the middle of no where. We took a video camera and shot each other being “tortured” in a variety of ways. It was great being able to scream as loud as I could knowing no one could hear me. When Rick screamed it sounded just like he was actually in great pain. Years later, Rick and I saw each other at a class reunion. He invited me to his hotel room where he showed the video we had made years earlier. He said he had kept it under lock and key. After two nights of “reminiscing,” we burned the tape. I haven’t seen Rick since - - only in a very erotic memory.

SEXUALITY: Straight
GENDER: Female
FETISH: Senior sex

I work in the kitchen in a nursing home. I have always been curious about old men and their sex drives. They always grab my ass or my _____. Some of them act like they're really horny. I didn't think they thought that much about sex anymore but that's not true.. Not long ago one male pattient was cought trying to mount an female patient. He's the one I picked to learn more. If he eats in his room I take hsi tray and unbutton my shirt so he can peak. I never wear a bra. I act all innocent. He's always 'accidently' exposing his dick to me and its usually hard. He's about normal sized. I was told to take him a sick tray yesterday. I knocked and went in his room he was lying in bed with no clothes on. I asked him if he wanted me to get his clothes and he said yes. I thought maybe he was confuse and didn't think much about it. When I told him to sit up and I'd help his underwear. He pulled back the covers and exposed a big boner. I got his underwear up to his knees and tole him to stand up and reached up to steady him. He pushed my hand onto his dick. I asked him if he needed help with that first and he said hell yes. I got some of his lotion off the nightstand and he sat down. I was surprised about how hard he was. He sat and I storked him. He spread his legs real far apart and closed his eyes. My hand worked him up and down and if felt so cool. I got some lotion on my other hand and started rubbing his balls, tickling them a bit. I was sorta wondering how long it would take him to get off. He looked like he was enjoying himself but I didn't think he was in a hurry to cum. I didn't want to get caught and lose my job. I decided to rub my finger on his butthole. His leg were spread wide enough I could get too it. I didn't want to poke my finger inside just tease the opening a little. When I did he started pushing done on it more. I pushed hard and started to stroke faster. His dick got harder. I could tell he was getting more excited now. I squeezed his dick and stroked it for all it was worth and a few minutes more he squirted 3 good shots of cum. He grunted and moaned. I got him cleaned up and dressed and gave him a wink. I have stroked him a few more times since then. It is a real turn on for me.

SEXUALITY: Straight
GENDER: Male
FETISH: love for my teacher

I’ am 14 years old and recently finished year 9, my fetish or love is for my ex-school teacher. She left in about September or October, 2004, earlier in the year, I found out that she was pregnant, I felt weird since that she had seemed like a friend to me. She was my teacher in 2003 as well, and ever since I was the quite kid up the back, with other teachers I would of never cared if they were killed, but with her she was also so quiet, she almost never laughed or smiled. But although I kind of had this with mostly every teacher, but with her I sensed a feeling like energy that she loved me like her own child or her lover. I never got in trouble only not going to sport and having long hair, I once in 2004 I forgot to bring something to school and I had to get my sheet singed I felt like a idiot and that I was the bad guy, I was angry. When she was pregnant in 2004 I always thought of how she got pregnant (I’m 14 I’ve known about sticking your penis into a vagina since I was 7) by her husband cuming inside of her vagina. And how she must have had his penis inside her throat, even though every day she smelt like an angel, I know whoever is reading this thinks I just had a crush on my teacher, like every other teenager. But this was different, I felt as though there was no need for speaking and words, that all we had was our love and that we just wanted to hold each other, as though we were crying, thus making a connection between our hearts. I know this also might sound “GAY” for a 14 year old, I think I know what love feels like, on the last day I remember seeing her at the school I was sitting around a group of friends and I saw she was on duty to watch the students, I was focused on her body and not exactly focused on what she was thinking, like I said before, it was so quiet between each other. As I watched her, she strolled around until she seemed to becoming closer towards me, as she did I realized she turned back, I thought of what she was thinking maybe she had the same thoughts towards me, and that she was going to say something to me like I love you or maybe we both would not say a word and just hug tightly, which is what I was thinking of, I will never know if she was connected to me, even after I saw a picture of her child on the last day of year 9. I will always remember her, and I hope she will remember me, and there is not one day I wish to hold her in my arms, and I hope she thinks the same.

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
GENDER: Male
FETISH: Crossdressing

Whenever I can I like to dress in ladies clothing. I like wearing skirts especially. The feeling of nothing between my privates and the air except thin panty material is a big turn on for me. I can trace this back to dancing in a kilt. The liberating feeling of having nothing between my genitals and the surrounding air was addictive and also fascinating to girls who weren't shy of asking me to show them what was under my kilt. I began to wear kilts while masturbating. I liked to twirl back an forth, exposing more and more until everything was exposed. Then I began on my elder sister school uniform and underwear. There is also the thrill of transgression and the threat of being caught. Also, being brought up in a fairly matriarchal and female dominated enviroment, I guess the die was cast. I like to fantasise about a woman discovering me and taking me as far down the road to woman hood as I will go. Some times I like to pretend they are forcing me to come in my own face, and mouth. I am never happier than when I have a skirt hitched up around my hips and my own cum smudging the makeup on my face and soaking through a blouse and bra on my chest.

SEXUALITY: Bisexual
GENDER: Male
FETISH: Many

I have a bunch of these. I wear a jock strap and cup constantly. I also like chastity belts-I intend for my wife and myself to both wear one. I have always wanted to wear a diaper and have a girl change it for me, cleaning me. Whenever I am in public, I wear a face mask for privacy.

SEXUALITY:
GENDER:
FETISH: Anonymous

I am a straight 54 year old male. Since the age of about nine or ten, I have been fascinated, obsessed even, with the kilt. I am not, to my knowledge, of Scottish descent, although I do have Celtic roots via my mother, who was half Welsh. To begin at the beginning......... There was a Scots boy in my class when I was eight or nine, who wore a kilt at parties, and, for some reason, I was fascinated with the idea of a boy in a skirt. At about the same time my mother, who also seemed to have a liking for the kilt, asked me if I would like to wear one, I don't know why. I was embarrased, and said no, even though I was actually dying to see what it was like to wear a kilt. Nothing happened, and after a while the Beatles came along, and I forgot about kilts, became obsessed with pop/beat/rock music, and discovered girls! Fast forward a couple of years. I couldn't get anywhere with girls, being painfully shy, and, having parted company with an embryonic pop group in which I played drums, and suffered bullying at school from my former bandmates, I rediscovered my fascination for the kilt. I have no idea what triggered it, other than that I was consulting a huge old dictionary in the school library during a general studies period, when my eyes alighted on the word 'kilt'. There followed a description of the garment with the words, 'traditionally, no garment is worn beneath the kilt'. What?! My former classmate from several years before always wore white undies beneath his kilt, just like the girls in school. I went to a charity cricket match at the local ground one Sunday afternoon, aged about 14, and at half-time, or whatever they call it in cricket, there was a boy of about 10 in a kilt running about kicking a ball. I envied him; I wanted to be him. He tripped and fell at one point, displaying his standard issue (for the period) white briefs. I began trying on my sister's kilted skirt in secret, when I had the house to myself, both with and without underwear. Never once have I had any desire to wear women's clothing. This has always been about me, a boy/man, wearing the kilt, or male skirt. Fast forward again to 20 years or so ago. I am married, in my 30's. I'm still trying on a kilted skirt, this time my wife's, although she doesn't know it. Then, one day, bingo! We're invited to a 'do it yourself' fancy-dress New Year's Eve party, and there is absolutely no doubt in my mind what I'm going to wear! My then wife (we divorced four years ago) thought my idea was great. Come the evening, and I dressed for the party, donning her kilted skirt with a makeshift sporran. Luckily, I am slim, so it didn't look stupid on me. After some deliberation, I decided to wear nothing underneath, figuring that if anyone wanted to find out what I had on, they would be more embarrassed than I would. For the first time ever, after about 20 years, I was going out in public wearing a male skirt. I got over my nerves quickly, and felt totally relaxed. I have always felt more comfortable in a kilt than in trousers. One or two people tried to have a peek underneath - I don't know what they saw. My then wife didn't even bother to find out before, during or after the party, which perhaps explains why we're no longer married. 12 years later, and I'm out of work, having been made redundant. I decide that my kilt-fetish is not going to go away, and decide to spend some of my redundacy money on a proper kilt and accessories. I come out to my wife after she returns home unexpectedly to find me enjoying the sunshine on the patio dressed in my kilt. She gets over the shock and is understanding, although she doesn't want me going out in it: 'what'll the neighbours think?' I have a good female friend from my previous job, nothing sexual, just good friends. I come out to her, and she is fine with it, and says if I want to wear my kilt when I go to see her, not a problem. So anyway, here we are in 2005, and I still enjoy wearing a kilt. Sometimes I wear white Y-front type briefs, but most times I wear nothing underneath. Depends how I feel and what I'm going to be doing. If there's a strong possibility people will get a glimpse underneath (windy day, etc.) I'll wear nothing, but if I feel naughty I'll put my undies on, probably because that is what I would have worn underneath if I'd had the chance as a young boy, I don't know. Having visited a number of websites recently, I don't feel so lonely now.

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
GENDER: Male
FETISH: Knickers/Panties

Hi, I'm into womens underwear, I used to live with female students, i was much older than them, anyway, i always loved to hear the girls get ready to go out as they would change their clothes and leave their doors unlocked, as soon as they went off in their taxi i would go straight into their rooms one at a time, carefully remembering what way they left everything, i went into their wardrobes where on the floor of it would be where they dropped their freshly worm underwear, i would be instantly erect and would lightly press their underwear against my nose - especially the spot where their vagina would be, that smell, that sweet smell of female scent mmmmmmmmmmmm, i loved touring their rooms and exploring their used and unused underwear. I did this for years and loved to see a new girl move in to our house. God i miss smelling and licking their private things mmmmmmmmmmmmm.

SEXUALITY: Straight
GENDER: Male
FETISH: Ladies Underwear

I adore the feeling and look of sexy female underwear.I have a few outfits, but today I have on a black basque trimmed with shocking pink ribbon and lace, black sheer stockings are attached to the suspenders and I have on a matching black and pink g-string. The sensation of wearing these is amazing, and the view in the mirror exciting. My penis becomes very big, and I find that I can not leave it alone. I spread before some porn pictures, and wank like mad. I find that my orgasms are so intense when I am dressed like this, and soon I am cumming everwhere, shooting big globs of cum all over my photo's.

SEXUALITY: Straight
GENDER: Male
FETISH: nylon

I was surprised when I read the letter from the guy who likes to get off in the nylon wind pants. I do too but never thought anybody else ever would. I also like to wear the nylon or polyester boxer shorts. That is the only kind I ever buy. Either one of those or both excite me. The feel and rustling swishey sound of the stiff slick pants drives me crazy. My leather jacket also does the same thing for me. The smell, feel and sound of its creaking and crunching arouses me something fierce. I beat it off inside of my Nylon pants and love the feel of hot ejaculation in my nylon underwear. Just reading about it gets me all excited and I want to do it right now. Can anybody else relate to this?

SEXUALITY: Straight
GENDER: Male
FETISH: knife

Reading the first story about the leg fetish where the guy wanted to shoot him in the leg to make him hurt reminds me of a similar experience I had in college. It scared the life right out of me. It was in the summer and I was working with another guy on a Saturday. I didn't know that he was wierd!!! He asked me to stop by his place for a little while so I did. (mistake number one) He did not live in the dorm but lived alone in a single room he rented in a private residence. It was hot so I took off my tee shirt when we got to his room. I was wearing cut off jeans with with no belt so they hung a little low. (mistake number two) I was lying on my back across his bed (mistake number three) because there was only one chair and he was sitting on it himself. We were just talking about small stuff when he got up and said. "See what I bought yesterday" It was a long wicked looking hunting knife. He took it out of its leather sheath and handed it to me. I took it and handled it a little bit then handed it back. We talked a little more and he worked the conversation around to cannibalism, torture and seriel killing. He put the knife just above my navel and lightly touched me with it bladeside down. He smiled and said he wanted to cut me from the belly button down to my crotch and stick his hands into my hot guts and pull them out and play with them. Then he wanted to barbeque me and eat me. I could see he had a hard-on by the bulge in his pants. He had layed his left hand across my belly and began rubbing his knife across my belly hair with his other hand. He said God he would like to eat my hams and butt roast. That I made him hungary just looking at me. I took hold of his hand with the knife and pushed it away. Then he started to laugh and said he had always fantasised about doing that to somebody just to scare him. It worked because I was pleanty scared. I sort of laughed and said I had to go now and got out of there as fast as I could. (that was no mistake) That was about the time we all heard about Jeff Dommer. He never mentioned it and neither did I, nor did I ever hang out with him again. The strangest part is that now I get an erection just thinking about it and get so horney that I have to masturbate and I always shoot an enormous wad, I mean that it is a lot bigger than usual. I have never masturbated with anybody but when I remember that day I always want to.

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
GENDER: Male
FETISH: leather

Mine is defnatly a leather fetish. I don't know where it comes from but I have it. My neighbor is a 20 year old buck, stud-muffin who occasionaly does yard work for me. Some times he stops in for a visit and a soda and sometimes he stays and eats with me. He rides a Harley Davidson and just bought a whole new leather outfit. Classic black leather jacket, leather pants, engeneer boots and leather cap. He just rode over to show me his new leathers and stayed about an hour. He looked so luscious I could have eaten him alive. I wanted to squirt whipped topping on his jacket, belly and the croth of his new leather pants and then lick it off. His jacket looks like black licorice and smells like heaven. I wanted to lick and chew and ravage him competely, just devour every tender delectable morsel of him. I can never let him know what I was thinking because that would ruin it and he would never come back. I have never had erotic feelings for a man like that until now. That fetish is so strong that I know I will never get over it. I sure don't want to lose his friendship so I have to tread lightly. I did give him a hug when he left and he didn't mind but that is as far as it will ever go. I had to go and masturbate as soon as he got down the street and need to do it again now. Don't worry, I know the difference between reality and fantasy.

SEXUALITY:
GENDER:
FETISH: To watch

My fetish would be to have a stall set up that about a dozen menstruating ladies could sit on. This bench would be essentially two planks of wood, or two solid bits of plastic strong enough to support the ladies, about 4 inches apart. Behind the ladies would be a curtain that did not quite reach floor level. They would sit for their period and I would watch the drips go onto white blotting paper and just observe what happened from them and to the blotting paper. I would not touch them but they would be well looked after for this time. After wards they could ask for anything sexual they desired.

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
GENDER: Male
FETISH: wrestling

I had sexual fantasies for years about watching two beautiful women get into a real catfight,especially a blue eyed blonde vs. a brown eyed brunette who are both evenly matched.Nothing turned me on more.I'm a very attractive sensual looking male,late 30's,5'11" 170 lbs.with a lean but nice muscled body,brown eyes and long dark brunette hair(wavy and thick).My greatest fantasy now was to get into a nude real wrestling match (with catfight rules) with a cute long straight haired blonde guy with blue eyes and the exact same height,weight,body size,and age as me.Oh yeah,we both have to be totally shaved smooth,no body hair at all including underarms and croth area,and no facial hair.I placed ads in certain publications but it took a long while to finally find the perfect matchup.I worked at a factory with gorgeous Hispanic girls and I used to show off how strong I was and wear tank tops,flexing my tanned(in the summer) smooth hairless muscled body.The girls loved it.I got close to one girl,a gorgeous Peruvian,super sexy girl and one day after a few years of knowing her,I finally told her of a secret wrestling match that I set up with a blonde guy.I showed her a picture of my opponent,but didn't tell anyone else.My real fantasy was to bring her there and fight over her while she cheers me on,but she was married.Well our match was set in private with no audience in a N.Y. apartment he was living in.I found him in the AMFEM guide.He was really into it,into the erotic style of fighting like me,saying that he fought mostly girls and some guys.I never fought anyone but I knew I was the stronger of us two when we met.We were the same body size but my brunette muscles were a little bit thicker than his blonde muscles.He was 5'11" and 170lbs. in his lte 30's also and he was really cute with long blonde hair,straight and long,beautiful blue eyes,smooth hairless lean muscled body.I already knew what he looked like(that's why I set up this match in the first place)but I got so jealous of his cute blonde look when I saw him in person,that I knew this fight was gonna be real and nasty.I wanted to pull his long blonde hair out as soon as I saw him but I had to wait till we started.He hated my sensual,sexy dark tanned brunette look.We stared daggers at eachother hardly saying anything except how we were gonna tear eachother apart.He had matts set up,we stripped naked.Both of us were well endowed,me at 8 and1/2" and he was 9" but I was a little thicker.We were both erect before we started and we rubbed a light sheen of fragrant oil on our bodies so we could smell so sexy.We both grabbed eachother by the hair at the same time pulling hard going around in a circle.It was like a tug of war.We both didn't let go for about 15 full minutes,occationally slapping our arms and legs with one hand while still pulling hair with the other.We were both grimacing in pain,and my strong brunette arms felt dead and totally tired after 15 minutes.I worked out with weights and lifted heavy cartons at work all day,I knew I was the tougher and stronger.I never got tired before like this,but this blonde bich was tired too,my slaps were a little harder,and his light skinned blonde body was turning red,but so was mine.He knew I was the slighlty stronger so he used the hairpull tactic to wear me down and it worked.(but I do admit I wanted to pull his hair out so bad myself so I walked right into his strategy.)It was a very hot summer day(during my 2 week vacation from work),we started rolling around,grabbing our butts,legs,anything.I finally grabbed his long blonde penis and pulled,then he grabbed my long thick brunette penis(i tanned in the nude at the time)squeezing and pulling.We both let out some grunts as we shot out our load,cumming all over ourselves.We both rested on our backs for about one minute,then we ripped into eachother again.I grabbed himbetwen his legs with my hand on his blonde ass and picked him up by his blonde hair and flipped him high into the air.He came crashing down.I wanted to prove my strength to him.It got so slippery with the oil and sweat mixing together.This was about almost an hour into our match,we were almost totally spent by now.I sat on him trying to pin him as he lay facing me.He started to slap my strong muscled but tired brunette arms with weak slaps,forward and backhanded slaps that were so weak,I laughed them off but not for long.My mistake was I was pulling his hair with what little strength I had left instead of pinning his arms.Those weak slaps got to me.Over and over his blonde hands making contact with my smooth dark brunette flesh,then he started slapping my cute face.I had to let go.we were both erect again,very aroused,but still hating eachother and wanting to tear eachother apart.We rolled around slowly holding on to eachother's hair.I came again and so did he about 10 seconds after me.We kept right on,rolling around,his smooth sexy smelling blonde underarms were pressed against my face,I pressed my sexy smooth brunette underarms against his cute blonde face.He slowly got up and dragged me by my long thick brunette hair.I did not want to lose to this sissy blonde wuss,but I was finished when he was dragging me by my hair, walking backwards,until he fell,but as he fell,he ripped out two handfuls of my hair.I just stared at the ceiling,totally spent,mumbling what a blonde _____ he was.We were both a mess,red all over,hair all messy coming down onto our faces,but this blonde _____ was victorious.I just slowly got up and left without saying a word.I felt humiliated losing to a wuss of a blonde.He rubbed it in as I got dressed and left.I never told that gorgeous Peruvian girl at work about this,I didn't want her to know I lost because she always admired my strong muscles and the way I showed off to her.

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
GENDER: Male
FETISH: wrestling

This story continues where the last one left off.I'm the sexy brown eyed brunette male who battled the blue eyed blonde male in a nude wrestling match.It bothered me so much that I lost to this pussy of a blonde that I started training on weekends with a huge bodybuilder who was a wrestler.He was 6'3" 245lbs.huge muscles,short crewcut hair so it was clean wrestling moves only.I got better and stronger after a few weeks.I'm 5'11"170lbs. with a lean slim but muscled body and I was flipping him up and over effortlessly.He was amazed at how strong I was.We finally had a practice match and I out did him using holds and out manuvering this huge bodybuilder.It was a long match so I could test my endurance and I never got tired but this huge 6'3" 245lbs.guy did get tired in our match and I beat him.I trained harder with weights.I was ready for a rematch so I called my blue eyed blonde opponent to set it up and told him that I was gonna rip him to shreds this time.He just laughed and called me a wimp and a wuss saying that he was gonna beat the crap out of me again.He was a little upset cause he took a lot of punishment from me in our first match too but I just couldn't finish him and I got the worst of it.Like I said we were evenly matched,I'm 5'11"170lbs. with brown eyes and long dark brunette hair with a slim but powerful body which I shave totally smooth and I have 8 and 1/2 thick inches of love meat hanging with huge testicles hanging low.My blonde opponent is 5'11" 170lbs.very cute(but not as sensual and sexy looking as me)with blue eyes and long blonde hair and a slim powerful body(he trains with weights too) and no body hair at all,totally smooth.He's got 9" of love meat hanging and his testicles are almost as big as mine.Our private parts were definitly a target for us being that our fight was gonna get real dirty,more so than our first fight.We made sure our fingernails were cutin case we started scratching our arms and legs like two little schoolgirls in a catfight cause that's what this was gonna be, a catfight.Two gorgeous,strong muscled males reduced to fighting dirty catfight style.It's the only way we could have fought being that we were so sensual looking and cute both of us with long hair,smooth hairless bodies,same body size,evenly matched and especially blues and blonde hair vs.brown eyes and brunette hair.We were natural enemies.It was real animosity at first sight.I had to prove that brunettes were tougher and stronger than blondes.But he was out to prove the opposite.This time he suggested we wear tight tank tops and fishnet body suits which he provided so we could get into a stripoff contestjust to humiliate eachother.I agreed but it was another dumb mistake I made probably proving that it was not the blonde but the brunette who was the dumber of the two.I called him a sissy wuss blonde girlie boy.He called me a wimpy pussy slut of a brunette.We were ready for the fight of the century.We both grabbed our tops and fishnet suits and pulled and ripped it off of eachother to shreds.This blonde wuss knew I was slightly stronger and knew that this stripoff would tire me out a little more than my blonde opponent being that my arms and legs,although the same size as him, were slightly thicker muscled.We were both naked and trembling a little from over excitement with nervous tension.When you're not relaxed,you tire out faster.I was arleady breathing hard and tired as we continued,once again slapping our smooth muscular bodies and pulling eachother around by the hair.He was getting tired too but both of us would not show it yet.My hard training did not prepare me for this style of fighting.We stood,taking turns slapping eachother,I slapped his face,he slapped mine,I slapped his arms,he slapped mine,I slapped his legs and butt,he slapped mine.We traded evenly,we both did not want to lose this one.The stinging slaps hurt bad,I grimaced everytime he blonde hand struck my brunette flesh.But I slapped his blonde flesh so hard,he was more red than me(although his skin is lighter and mine is darker,his background being Irish/Nordic and mine being Italian/Argentinian)We couldn't take many more slaps so we grabbed eachother and fell to the matts rolling around,grabbing,pulling,squeezing all of our body parts,almost an hour into our fight we were both almost totally exhausted just like the last time we fought.We somehow got into a 69 position,legs wrapped around our heads, with our faces right smack against eachother's smooth hairless butts.We got stuck and couldn't get out for a couple of minutes.How humiliating this was for me,(and for him too).My lips were in the crack of his blonde butt,not wanting to,but kissing and smelling him,what a sexy smell it was.Then he grabbed my penis and pulled hard,I had to let go.I grabbed his blonde penis and I actually dragged him a few feet by his penis and testicles.We had on a sheen of oil and mixed with sweat it became slippery.We already shot a couple of loads of cum.He squeezed my penis and huge testicles,I was drained of sperm but still he managed to squeeze out tiny bits of cum.I screamed out.I got up, picked my blonde opponent by his sexy legs and twirled him around,throwing him,sending him flying across the matted area.I had to show him once more that I was the stronger of us.I slowly walked over to him,not knowing what to do to finish him off,we were so tired we could barely move,but he reached up and pulled me down by my long thick brunette hair.My sexy strong brunette arms and legs felt like dead weight,I tried to scratch him,weakly,barely making a dent in his cute blonde arms.I hated his blonde arms,so cute and smooth and blemish free and nicley muscled,but I knew he hated my sexy darker tanned brunette arms,so smooth,nicely muscled and with a few small beauty marks which looked so incredibly sexy,he scratched my arms.We pulled hair again as hard as we could.Imagine two super strong muscle guys reduced to this sexy catfight but boys will be boys.We started scratching eachother all over,our butts,legs, arms as we screamed obcenities at eachother.This time I managed to pull out a clump of his beautiful long straight blonde hair.He punched and slapped my arms to let go and I just had to.I picked this blonde by his hair and threw him across the matts.I just stood there trying to raise my arms in vicory but my sexy strong brunette arms were too tired,I couldn't move them.Then this blonde wuss slowly got up,barely able to walk toward me,so incredibly tired, but somehow reached for my hair with both of his blonde hands grabbing hold of my long beautiful thick dark brunette hair,I couldn't stop him,my arms lay at my side so muscular and strong but now useless.We stared into eachother's eyes his blue eyes and my brown eyes locked and we both knew it was over.I said in a low wisper,"blonde wuss,I'm still the stronger"... but right in the middle of what I was saying to him he pulled me into the air by my hair with his last remaining strength,what a hard pull,I never felt pain like this before,and he ripped out two clumps of my hair as I went flying down onto the mat.I was totally spent,finished,just lying there staring at the ceiling as my blonde opponent just fell to a seating position too tired to move but still victorious,clutching my brunette hair that he tore out in both of his blonde hands.This time it was a harder fight for both of us but I just can;t beat this cute evenly matched blonde when I know I can take on much bigger guys in straight wrestling.I tried to describe this match exactley how it happened.Would love to hear from any horny girls out there who want to e-mail me about my matches.leave your e-mail address with this site in the fetish section and I'll get back to you

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
GENDER: Female
FETISH: Wrsetling with men

I have always been a bodybuilder. My boyfriends have always supported me to do this and I make a great living at it. My fetish started when I was younger and began bodybuilding in HS. My boyfriend was watching me wrestle a girlfriend and I won. I pinned her and then spread my legs over her face and asked her if she liked my crotch. I was not wearing any underwear and she said yes. So I told her to lick it ns she did. The feeling of power over her overcame me and we did this many times. I would sleep over at her house and we would all wrestle and I would totally dominate all the girls. My boyfriend and I began to wrestle and I always won. I would make him ick me until he was too tired and I would then piss in his mouth until he licked me again. It felt so good to dominate him. I began wrestling all of his friends and a few times 2 at once when I knew they were weaklings. My boyfriend now does exactley as I tell him. I make him wrestle men for blowjobs. Whomever loses blows the winner and then gets to wrestle me. Sometimes I let the man win to piss off my boyfriends.

SEXUALITY: Straight
GENDER: Male
FETISH: clothes

My computer crashed and burned a while back and I just bought a new one. This new machine is a little different and I had a hard time finding this site again. I look up this site when I get home from work so I was glad when I found it again. I love these stories. I have learned a lot and can relate to a lot of them. The fetish stories are my favorites. They really turn me on. Clothes are my passion. I like to buy new suits and dress up when I take a lady out to dinner. I have several leather jackets, several coats, three overcoats and a trenchcoat. I read about the guy with his puffy down vest and now I want a puffy down jacket. I just saw one in a sporting goods catalog. I have loads of hats and caps and boots and shoes. I just bought a new suit, shirt and tie, a pair of camoflage cargo shorts and a pair of sandals. I have about a hundred shirts of every possible description and gobs of silk and nylon underwear and teeshirts. I have jeans and shorts and slacks, kakies and denims. My buddy says I should start an outlet store. I spend all my money in the men's clothing stores. My closit is bulging. I'm sure this is a fetish. I live alone in my apartment and have lots of privacy. Sometimes my buddy comes over and I dress him up in some of my clothes. He likes sexy clothes too but doesn't have much money to spend on himself. He is good looking and pretty well built with short spiked hair and easy smile. He is an asset to me because the girls like him and that helps me attract them. I have the car and the clothes and he has the looks. (I use him for girl baite) (good thinking huh?) Recently we took a couple girls out for dinner and a movie. After we had taken the girls home we went out by ourselves and by the time we came back here we were both horny. He was wearing my leather blazer and cowboy hat and boots and looked better in them than I do. We started talking about masturbation and things that turn us on. The longer we talked the hornier we got. It ended up that we went into the bathroom and compared our peters and played with them in front of the full length mirror until we shot our thick rich cream all over the place. We had never done that before and we probably would not have done it then except that we had both had a few drinks. Sometimes I dress up and pleaure myself in front of that same mirror and remember that night. He still comes over but we haven't done it again. Oh yes, he still wears my clothes and the girls like him better than me. (Some friend huh?) Oh well I still love him anyway. He's my best buddy.

SEXUALITY: Straight
GENDER: Male
FETISH: Forced feminization, crossdressing

A few days ago I went into the bathroom, I had a friend over and reached for a towel. To my discovery I found a small laved object that was rolled up so I took it and unrolled it, trying to figure out what on earth it was. It looked almost like a bra but without a clip or anything, and since I have always been into dressing like a woman, especially the panties I discovered that it was a pair of crotchless panties my mom had worn. When my friend left I put them on immagining that I was a trans sexual having sex with a man, though I don't care for men. I can go on, since sometimes I will wear panties and go into trans sexual chat rooms and cyber with people. Not to mention I will some times anal stimulate myself and I have cummed in my face and mouth once though I didn't much like the taste. Though I do love women sometimes I immagine that a woman is forcing me to do things with a male against my will, because I know that I would never do anything like that for real unless I was forced and I am not attracted to men, mostly because of facial features and other features above the waiste. Along with this I often times would like to masterbate with makeup, as one guy said and pretend a woman was making me cum on my face or another guy was, or a trans sexual but there is always someone here so I cant. But the one thing I have to say is this does not make anyone gay, or bi or so I have heard since you can only find that out for real, this is for the most part fantasy and even trying it for real doesnt make you bi or gay just curious. But other than that the one thing I would most like even for real I think is a trans sexual or a female with a strap on to have sex with me, and force me to have sex with them. Thanks for listening and unfortunatly I cant post anything more than what I have to contact anyone or I would.

SEXUALITY: Bisexual
GENDER: Male
FETISH: feminized by girlfriend

When I was a very young pre-teen my sisters would dress me up like a little girl for holloween and take me out. After 3 years 3 of my sisters moved out and went to college. One was left and she would dress me up all the time and insisted I wear girl clothes to be in her bedroom with her. I must admit I did like it. She dressed me up to go see 2 of my sisters in college and they loved it seeing me dressed like that. I always had a feminine body and cute little breasts. My breasts stayed with me and got bigger as I grew. I was a very hairless teenager and did not have pubic hair until I was in my 20's. Even then it was a very tiny patch with very thin hair. My legs and my ass looked very girl like and everyone always commented what a cute girl I was and would laugh. My sister would dress me up in her room and we would play and even kiss and things got even more daring as time went by. My sister and I had like a lesbian affair. If I was dressed like a girl she would really desire me. However I was always to do what she told me to do. I became her servant. Her boyfriend really liked to see me dressed up and he would always fell my legs in my stockings and my ass. He always wanted to see under my skirt and I would show him my ass in my little bikini pantys. I still liked girls and had many girlfriends but I never told anyone my secret. My sisters boyfriend one day at the movies took out his dick and put my hand on it while he felt me under my dress. He started kissing me and it really felt weird but I kept doing it. He was so strong and he kissed me and licked my neck and breasts and I got so hard. I couldnt believe how good it felt and I kissed him back and played with his dick and then went down on him. I sucked and he came in my mouth and it tasted so good. I often tatsed my own. He kissed me some more and later my sister came back. Several days later he stopped by and asked me to dress up and I did and I blew him and his friends and then he fingered me while he blew me. We did this for months and then he finally bent me over one day and put his dick in me and I loved it. Eventually we all went our separate ways and 10 years later I meet this wonderful woman I want to go out with. She is so hot and everything I ever wanted. She often teased me at work. We are the same heigth and she never wears pantys and always shows off to me. We started dating and we kissed allot and she would give me handjobs through my pants etc.... One night after a dinner before we were going to a movie we had time to kill and she was talking to her mother and I heard her say how much she loves me and wants to marry me. She kept going on how we get along so well. I do not think she knew I could hear her. Anyways when we got back into the car we kissed very passionatley and I had my hand up her miniskirt and she was so wet. I went down on her for a while and she then started kissing me and went down on me for the first time. Finally. She only did alittle when she said she has a surprise for me. She took off my pants and underwear and pulled out pair of pantys out of her purse and put them on me. As she did I got so hard. She told me iyt is the only way she can give me oral sex is to see me in pantys and stockings and garters etc... I laughed and she got mad. So I put the stockings and garter on and she gave me 5 bjs that night. She couldnt stop. The following week was the same way. We moved in together two weeks later and she insited I wear pantys and stockings, garters all the time. She bought me really short shorts to wear to the gym and we would wrestle and play and she was very strong. Stronger than me and she would pin me and call me a sissy and a cocksucker. Eventually she introduced a strapon to out love making and then we began to swing with other couples. I eventually told her how my sisters dressed me up when I was younger and she began dressing me up to go out more and more. She really liked seeing me eith other guys, expecially with me on my knees blowing several guys at once. She began coming home with a soaked crotch more and more and would tell me to eat her out and I could taste other mens cum in her. I began to like it and she did this more and more. Sometime during the year we got married she brought home a few of her old college friends and she wrestled me and and the other guys and they would beat her and she would blow them right in front of me and then break out with the strapon and I would have to take it while blowing all the guys. This has been going on for several years now and we have constatnt sex with each other and the guys and girls she brings home and we meet out. She takes me to swingers clubs and she will have all the guys cover her with cum and makes me lick it ll off and then clean her out. I do the same with several of her girlfriends. I am addicted to wearing womans clothes and having men cum in my mouth and do my ass. My wife likes to watch me and I watch her with several guys and girls. I will sometimes now go to adult theathres and clubs as a woman and suck of all the guys. I look just like a woman and the guys get really hard when they see my nice legs and ass. I have allot of cleevage too and it is hard to hide it in the gym locker room. I will put on a small see through tshirt and g string and go into the sauna and a unch of guys always follow me in there. I take off my t shirt and they start at my _____ and ask me if they can feel them. I show off my ass and someone always feels up my legs and push my head down on to their dicks. I love it and tell my wife and she tells me her stories and we have wild sex. I wear pantys under all my clothes now.

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
GENDER:
FETISH: Nude Wrestling

This takes place a couple of years after our last wrestling encounter.I'm the sexy brown eyed brunette who keeps losing to this cute blue eyed blonde,even though I'm the slightly tougher and stronger of us.For two long years I wanted to get even with this blonde slut.I called him about six times and we trash talked eachother each time.I told him this time I'm gonna kick his butt for sure.I went on a heavy weight lifting program and gained about 30 lbs. of muscle.All naturally,eating heavy and lifting super heavy weights.I'm 40 and he's 41 now,we're both 5'11" but now I weigh 200 lbs,no fat.But I didn't want this to be a mismatch so my blonde opponent agreed to gain the same muscle weight that I did.He was now 200 lbs himself,no bodyfat.We both agreed to no cuts,just full voluptuous male muscle.My dark brunette hair grew longer and thick and curly black down to the middle of my back.He grew his hair longer too,striaght and blonde to the middle of his back.Our faces got cuter too,more full and sexy looking.We were both totally smooth and we shaved our underarms and crotch area.I had a super dark tan all over,no tan lines at all and he had a light golden blonde tan. This was gonna be the fight to end all fights.We were prepared to go all out,a fight to the finish.I had to prove once and for all that brunettes are tougher,stronger and sexier than blondes,as long as we're evenly matched. This time we rented a private club that had a large oil wrestling pit.Just us two,no outside interference.I brought a sexy nude photo of Drew Barrymoore who I think is the sexiest,most gorgeous girl and my blonde opponent agrees.We start to argue over her about who she would choose between us.We both gave eachother the finger,called eachother "slut" and "whore" while we were dripping in oil.We both couldn't believe how huge and big muscled we got in every body part.My chest got so big and thick,my arms were huge and muscled and my legs were incredibly big and voluptuous and by butt got bigger and thicker muscled.But he matched me body part for body part.Our thick dicks and huge balls just hung there.We looked like those pro bodybuilders, but not in contest ripped shape, but in the best shape of our lives. We were both nervous and trembling a bit just knowing what we were about to go through.We looked like two muscled strippers,so sexy and snooth skinned with super long hair.His blue eyes and my brown eyes staring eachother down with real hate,real animosity.Both of us playing sexily with our hair,our sexy strong arms dripping oil,heavily oiled bodies dripping oil from our legs and butts and dicks. I couldn't take anymore of this waiting so I lunged at my opponent,pulling his long blonde hair as hard as I could.He grabbed my long brunette hair and pulled viciously.We grunted and moaned,the pain was tremendous.We both had already ripped out a couple of handfuls of hair.We punched and slapped our thick heavily muscled bodies like never before.Our dicks were totally erect and we felt so incredibly horny but stll wanting to beat the crap out of eachother.I was getting the best of my blonde opponent using my slightly superior strength as we rolled around in the slippery oil pit.I punched his gorgeous blonde legs over and over.he slapped and punched my sexy thick brunette legs and arms.We both had to make sure that we tired ourselves out the quickest way by slapping and pummeling our bodies.He grabbed two meaty handfuls of my thick volputuous chest and squeezed.I pulled his blonde hair some more.We both rubbed our smooth muscled bodies against eachother,my big and slightly thicker 8&1/2" dick and his big 9" dick slapped against our flesh,we both shot out huge loads of cum.That's when we decided to pull and squeeze the crap out of our dicks and huge balls now that they were limp.We stretched eachother's dicks as far as we could.We both let out wild screams as we pulled and twisted and squeezed our balls.This blue eyed blonde punk then pulled at my hair dragging me around the oil pit.We traded back and forth,slaps,hairpulls body punches butt punching,butt grabbing and squeezing and the wildest hairpulling you'll ever see.We both pulled out more hair.I could hear mine ripping out in the silence of the private club.But I was ripping his blonde hair out too.This was a marathon length fight.We both did not want to give in,especially me who lost twice to this cute blonde slut. We could barely move by now at about 3 hours into our fight.I pulled on his long blonde dick,my brunette hands so tired,slipping off but still forced him to cum heavily again.He screamed and picked me up by my hair and threw me,ripping out another handful of my dark hair as I went flying,splattering oil all over the pit.After all the heavy lifting and training I did and being in the strongest and best shape of my life,I still could not take this evenly matched cute blue eyed blonde.This is what I was thinking as I lay there,arms outstretched staring up at the ceiling.My blonde opponent slowly walked over to me,picked me up by my thick brunette dick off the mats.I screamed and grabbed his beautiful blonde legs but he threw me across the pit by my dick.I let out a huge huge amount of white hot cum.I stood up,we approached eachother, and started slapping our cute faces and arms,shoulders,chest,legs,butt,dicks,every body part.Our slaps were so weak like little schoolgirl slaps by now but they still stung and hurt so bad.We then got into a hairpull tug of war like you would not beleive.My thick curly black hair being ripped and pulled out,his gorgeous long straight blonde hair was being pulled and ripped out until we both just collapsed in eachother's arms and just lay there totally exhausted.We slowly got into a 69 position.I grabbed his blonde dick and squeezed for all I was worth.He shot out another huge load of white hot cum right in my sexy brunette face.He pulled my brunette dick so hard I thought he was gonna rip it off.I still had more cum to shoot out and right in his cute blonde face.We were both dripping in cum and sweat and oil.We got out of that position and started rubbing our smooth skinned bodies,pressed tight against eachother.His gorgeous smooth blonde underarms was pressed against my sexy brunette face.I was forced to kiss them, and his sexy blonde arms and chest and shoulders rubbed against my lips.I was forced to kiss his gorgeous blonde body but it felt so incredibly sexy.I rubbed my sexy smooth brunette underarms and my chest and arms and shoulders against his blonde face as I felt him kissing my sexy smooth body.He didn't want to but he had to being too tired and forced into it, and he was starting to moan in sexual excitement just like me.We were both so straight and into girls only so at this point we really hated eachother even more for getting so turned on by our gorgeous sexy looks and close body contact.We both smelled so incredibly good,our showered bodies with fragrant oils.We slowly rolled apart. I lay there on my stomach,arms out,and my blonde opponent slowly got to his knees and he rained blow after blow on my butt and my arms and legs.I let out a sexy moan with each punch or slap but I couldn't do anything to stop him.He finished me off again. I think I psyche myself out and defeat myself only when I'm up against this super cute evenly matched blue eyed blonde.I just can't beat him in a sensual wrestling war.I now know that this blonde slut rules over me.

SEXUALITY: Straight
GENDER: Male
FETISH: Furniture

As a 50 year old male, I have been masturbating for over 40 years. I don't remember when I started, but I remember it was before I could ejaculate. One of my earliest memories was demonstrating how I masturbated when I was at summer camp. I told some of the guys in the cabin I could show them how to make their prick "feel funny" and started to masturbate. They ran away but I remember finishing up and really enjoying the experience. I have always enjoyed putting my dick some place new just for a novel sensation. I remember when I was pretty young that I touched my dick to a lit christmas tree light to see what it would feel like! Sex with a tight pussy is still the best but I have found that masturbation can still be as much fun. Over the years, I have masturbated mostly using my hands and some sort of lubrication but I have also used several artificial vaginas. They have some use and I have enjoyed them, but I find that I really get off when using furniture to reach orgasm. ----- My first experience doing this was when I was a teenager. I was masturbating as much as I could and was wondering how it would feel to have pussy wrapped around my hard-on. My parents had just purchased a patio table that had a hole for an umbrella in the top. That hole looked big enough to fit my dick and I started to wonder. It was several months before I tried to see if my erection would fit through that hole. One night while in the throws of a good wank session, I finally decided to act on my curiosity. Our house was in a typical residential area of our town, so there were houses to both sides and behind us across the alley. To make matters worse, there was a street light just down the alley from the house. This didn't shed a lot of light into the back yard, but if anyone looked back there, they would have no trouble figuring out what was going on. ----- My hard-on was thinking for me and it was after midnight, so I decided to try it out anyway. I went outside and tried to figure out how do do this. It wouldn't make much sense to move the table because any other place in the yard would be just as visible. The next question was how to get my prick into the hole. I finally decided that I would need to lay flat on the table with my groin over the hole and insert my hard-on into the hole. This would leave me in a position that would be pretty obvious to anyone who caught me. Well there was nothing else for it, so I dropped my pajama bottoms and climbed up on the table. The damn thing creaked as I moved! I got down and looked around to see if anyone had been distrubed by the noise. Apparently it was not as loud as I had feared since I didn't see any of the neighbors' lights or doors respond. ----- I thought "OK, let's try again" and once more mounted the table - this time more carefully and with much less creaking. I laid on my stomach and slid over the table, dragging my dick across the smooth, cool table top. My dick was under me and pointed back at my feet. As I moved forward, the sensitive portion just behind the head dragged across the table top. It was just slick enough not to catch, but there was enough friction to really stimulate my dick. Wow, what a sensation. I laid there for a bit savoring the feel of the table against my prick, feeling really glad I had decided to do this. After that I wasn't going back into the house until I had screwed that table. I continued to slide across the table until I could feel the hole with my dick. I lifted my hips and grabbed my dick and guided it to the hole. I let my hips down and discovered that my dick was just a bit too big to go into the hole. I laid my dick flat, let down my hips and started a process I had learned to allow my penis to become partially flacid. When I thought it was small enough to fit into the hole, I lifed my hips again and guided my dick into the hole. I was rewareded when my dick gently squeezed through the hole. That first penetration was what I had imagined entering a pussy would be like. I was still hard enough to sink all the way to the root of my penis so that my whole dick was through the hole. I spread my legs and adjusted my balls so that they were comfortable and then allowed my prick to become hard. ----- The feeling was incredible. My erect dick was just large enough that it was a tight fit in the hole, but not too tight. There was just a slight ache at the constriction that really heightened the sensation. About that time a gentle summer breeze started blowing across my ass and balls. My dick got bigger and the table felt tighter and the ache became erotic to a degree I couldn't beleive. While I was laying there, I let my head hang off the edge of the table and discovered I could just make out my dick in the gloom under the table. This was a real bonus because I could now see as well as feel screwing this table. ----- I started to pump my hips - slowly and carefully to keep the table from creaking too much. The senstion I got was unlike anything I had felt in any of my previous wanking sessions. The hole gripped the outer skin of my dick tightly enough that when I pumped the inside portion of my dick slid beneath the skin. I was used to this because when I masturbated without lubrication, this is how I pumped my prick. The difference was that the whole of my dick was feeling the sensation instead of just the area where my fingers were. Also, because the full circumference of my dick was held by the hole, all of the skin on my dick as being streached as I pumped it through the hole. As I pulled my dick up, I could feel the skin bunch up near the head and stimulate the glans. I found that if I pushed just a little bit harder when I pushed my dick back down through the hole, I could streach the skin on the shaft and get a nice, tight, slightly painful feeling. ----- I experimented for a few minutes and determined the best rate and distance to thrust. I got into a rhythm that felt wonderful. I watched my dick as it bounced up and down under the table and really enjoyed the show. Every now and again the breeze would cause my dick to get just a little harder and add just a tinge of pain that make the experience better and better. After about ten minutes of this, I felt the beginnings of an orgasm. We all know that feeling don't we? I involuntarily started pumping my hips faster and harder. The table was creaking more but I didn't care - I only wanted that orgasm. Suddenly I felt my dick get harder than it had ever been before. This only intensified the tightness and pain and I had been experiencing and the sensation in my dick became overwhelming. I had the best orgasm that I ever had up to that time. My dick jerked and throbbed in that hole like it was trying to leave my body. I could feel my semen moving from the root of my dick to the tip and spurting with a new force. I thought I could see some of my come hanging on part of the table below the hole. ----- After I was spent, I just laid on the table and let the summer breeze play on my ass and balls for several minutes and reveled in the new sensation I just had. I decided right then that I would keep looking for new ways and new places for my dick to play and take me to ecstacy. Eventually my prick was small enough to slip out of the hole and I lifted my hips and slid off of the table. I grabbed my pajama bottoms and went back into the house and into the bathroom. I noticed my new love toy had left a red, slightly sore ring around the base of my dick. Over the next couple of days as I masturbated, I would feel the slight soreness and remember that night. I used that table a few more times that summer and found it to always be a fine experience, but it didn't match that first time. ----- I still try to find new ways and places around the house to masturbate and lately I have found the couch to have a very nice place between the cushions. But that is a story for another time.

SEXUALITY: Undecided
GENDER: Male
FETISH: leathrt

I get a hardon when I see a good looking young stud in a leather jacket. I like to look up leather sites and see the male models. When I see one on the street I come home and think about him. I sit down and reach for my crotch and squeeze and pinch my whanger head with my thumb and three fingers. When I explode inside my pants it feels wonderful. I have never had a jackoff buddy but I think how great it would be to have one.

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
GENDER: Male
FETISH: Puffy Vests

It is all about puffy vests. When I really want to get off I take one puffy vest and put my legs through the arm hole and pull it all the way up. I will put all the snaps together and then pull my dick through the open collar so that it is sticking out. Feeling the puffy nylon all over me is a total turn on. Then I put another puffy vest on backwards with my arms through the whole... snapped up... so that I can feel the puffy nylon on my chest. Once like this, I will just lay around the house feeling the puffy nylon with one hand and stroking my dick with the other. It is a total turn on when I wrap the collar of the bottom puffy vest around my dick and begin to stroke that way. Feeling the smooth puffy nylon around my body and feeling it around my dick is too much. I end up shooting my cum pretty far. Then I just lay there... The puffier the vest, the better. I have two Northface vests that are my favorites... I use these all the time for my best sessions. Wearing two puffy vests like that and feeling the puffy nylon around me is awsome. I read the story about the guy and the nylon wind pants earlier. I tried that and it was totally cool. If you are into the nylon pants, then you have to try puffy vests. I have ten puffy vests and have used them all for great jackoff sessions. Often I will do this while watching myself in the mirror which is cool. And, like every other guy, I too eat my cum now and then.

SEXUALITY: Gay
GENDER:
FETISH: puffy jackets and nylon shorts + sportswear ...

I love masturbating while wearing a puffy jacket , I've got two Nort Face , a black one and a blue . I love wearing nylon shorts too , Adidas , Nike ... . I get turned on with white briefs Calvin , Hugo ... . Having sex with a guy in those conditions is a plus .I would like to find some men , straigh or gay , who would love to have a steamy hot session of jerking off together . Is there some clubs Or sites that I could join . Enjoy

SEXUALITY: Straight
GENDER: Male
FETISH: nylon

I'm the guy who wrote about the nylon wind pants. It was awsome to read the puffy vest story because I wondered if anybody would ever read what I wrote. I'm going to get a puffy vest. I've always wanted one anyway. The feel of stiff slick nylon gets me off. I would love to feel another hot male body through stiff nylon. Leather would be exciting too. Oh Oh,now I'm horney as the devil.

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
GENDER: Male
FETISH: Ladies Lingerie

I wear polyester ladies french knickers all the time, stockings and suspenders. I must have about 30 different styles of french knickers, four bras, loads of stockings and two corsets.During the week i wear size 14 french knickers and at the weekends i treat myself and put on a corset, stockings and a matching pair of french knickers.I get so excited when i put on my french knickers that i get an immediate hard-on. I just adore the feel of the silky fabric rubbing off my body, i wear my corset tight and i can feel it restricting the air i breathe when its on. Next the stockings, which i pull up my legs and clip on to my corset suspenders. My hard-on is throbbing now and i can see my lad bulging behind my knickers. The sensation is really amazing, especially when you walk and feel the tight stretch of the corset squeezing the life out of your lungs and the silky soft feel of the stockings hiked up by suspenders, not to mention the exciting sensation of my french knickers constantly massaging my errection. I feel like a ladyboy dressed like this and my boner lasts for hours on end. Sometimes i dont want to masturbate at all, just prance around like a real nancy boy, with my shorts making that swish - swish sound. When i look in the mirror and see myself, i think this is part of who you really are.How weird is that? and yet i feel so normal when i've feminized myself, it's an exhilerating lingerie fun experience and when shared its trully liberating. I did that once, put on all my knicker gear, god it was great dressing up behind the scenes, with the audience only meters away, finally i stepped out on to the stage in my frilly little royal blue satin dress,customized with shiney sequins, all ladyboyd up underneath and sang my song in what was called the unprofessional drag contest. I loved it! and so did the audience. I sang "i believe in music, i believe in love! The audience really enjoyed my song and i came third place. " Later with the help of one of the other drag queens, i blew my load.I had a boner all the time throughout the performance and no-one could tell, thanks to my tailor made stylish dress.We were both still in our corsets and my french knickers slid down my legs easily. My lovers knickers were a rich ruby red with black lacing at the sides. So elegant and with a matching corset that was trully beautiful. Dressing up in womens lingerie is an experience all guys should try out, after all it is a trully fun experience, girlfriends don't mind joining in either, i can recommend it highly.

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FETISH: nylon windjackets

I HAVE OWNED MANY NYLON JACKETS, PANTS AND SHORTS. EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE I GET SO HORNEY WEARING THEM THAT I TEND TO RIP THEM TO SHREDDS AND I CUM LIKE HELL. I HAVE RIPPED A TOTAL OF 200 NYLON JACKETS. IM CURRENTLY WEARING A NYLON ADDIDAS SWEATSUIT!

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GENDER: Male
FETISH: NYLON JACKETS

I AM WEARING A RED AND NAVY BLUE ADDIDAS NYLON JACKET AND NAVY BLUE NYLON PANTS-WITH NOTHING UNDERNEITH-I LOVE TO LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND JACK OFF WHILE IM WEARING THEM. I THOUGHT ABOUT DOING IT AND RIP THEM OFF IN THE MIRROR BECAUSE I LOVE THE HIGH PITCH SOUND OF THE NYLON CLOTH RIPPING SO EFFORTLESSLY. PLEASE RESPOND AND GIVE ME YOUR INPUT.----KEEP THOSE NYLON JACKETS SATURATED!

SEXUALITY: Straight
GENDER: Male
FETISH: NYLON JACKETS, PANTS AND SHORTS

I RECENTLY WROTE AN ARTICLE ABOUT MY FETISH WITH NYLON CLOTHING. I, SINCE THEN, WENT TO THE EXTREMES WITH MY FETISH. I HAVE A NYLON INSULATED GREY JACKET WHICH I USED FOR TISSUE PAPER. I WAS FEELING SO HORNEY WEARING MY NYLON ADDIDAS SWEATSUIT THAT INSTEAD OF RIPPING IT, OR DOING SOMETHING MORE EXOTIC TO IT, I DID IT TO THE INSULATED JACKET. THE OTHER DAY I HAD THE URGE TO USE THE RESTROOM WHILE MASTURBATING ON THE BACK OF MY NYLON ADDIDAS JACKET(WITH NO LINING) SO I GO TO THE RESTROOM AND AFTER DEFICATING, I USED THAT GREY NYLON JACKET FOR TISSUE PAPER. I STILL HAVE THE JACKET AFTER IT BEING RIPPED AND STAINED. ON THE OTHER HAND, MY NYLON ADDIDAS JACKET WHICH IM WEARING RIGHT NOW, ALONG WITH THE MATCHING NYLON PANTS, WAS HEAVILY SOAKED SOON AFTER MY RESTROOM VISIT WITH CUM. THE JACKET, WHICH I AM CURRENTLY WEARING STILL TO THIS DAY CARRIES A QUITE OF BIT OF CUM STAINS ON IT. WHEN I WEAR IT IN THE MIRROR EXPOSING THOSE CUM STAINS AND PISS STAINS, IT GETS ME HARDER THAN EVER. I DO NOT EVER WEAR ANYTHING UNDER MY JACKET OR PANTS BECAUSE NOTHING FEELS LIKE IT NEXT TO THE SKIN. KEEP THOSE NYLON JACKETS SATURATED!!!!

SEXUALITY: Straight
GENDER: Male
FETISH: PISS ON MY NYLON SWEATSUIT

I FEEL THE URGE TO GO INTO MY BATHROOM AND PISS ON MY NYLON SWEATSUIT IM CURRENTLY WEARING. THE JACKET IS RED, NAVY BLUE AND MY PANTS ARE SOLID NAVY BLUE. I FEEL A WETNESS COMING THROUGH THESE NYLON PANTS! THE JACKET HAS A FEW CUM STAINS ON IT AND A SMALL PISS STAIN FROM THE PAST.I WANT TO SATURATE THIS SILKY _____!

SEXUALITY: Straight
GENDER: Male
FETISH: PUFFY VEST EXPERIENCE

I WOULD LIKE TO RESPOND TO THE SEXY GUY WHO JACKS OFF IN PUFFY NYLON VESTS. WHEN I WAS 12 YEARS OLD A FRIEND OF MINE HAD A GREEN PUFFY NYLON VEST AND I FELL INFACTUATED WITH IT. WE USED TO WRESTLE IN HIS BACK YARD AND I WOULD ASK HIM TO WEAR IT (WITHOUT A SHIRT, OF COURSE) WHILE WE WRESTLED. BY THE WAY, IM THE GUY WITH THE ADDIDAS TRACKSUIT. ANYWAY, I WOULD WEAR A PAIR OF SHORTS(NYLON OFCOURSE) I WOULD GET HIM ON THE GROUND AND DRY _____ THE BACK OF THAT VEST. ONE DAY, I ASKED HIM IF I COULD BORROW IT AND HE LET ME. THAT NIGHT, WHEN I WENT TO BED, I WAS UNDER THE SHEETS AND I PULLED MY PAJAMA BOOTOMS DOWN AND PLACED THAT COOL NYLON PUFFY VEST OVER MY LITTLE HARD COCK AND BEGAN MASTURBATING ON THE BACK OF THAT SEXY LITTLE VEST! I CUM ALLOVER THE BACK OF THAT PUFFY NYLON VEST SO HARD THAT IT SATURATED THROUGH THE OUTER NYLON SHELL, THROUGH THE INSULATION, AND THROUGH THE THIN NYLON LINER. THE NEXT DAY, HIS MOTHER CAME TO MY HOUSE FURIOS AND MAD AS HELL, BECAUSE HE HAD LOANED ME THAT VEST WITHOUT HER KNOWLEDGE. SHE STATED.., "DO YOU HAVE MARK'S JACKET" AND I GAVE IT TO HER. SHE YANKED THE VEST FROM MY HAND AND STORMED OFF TO HER HOUSE. NEEDLESS TO SAY, MY FRIEND MARK GOT IN TROUBLE AND WE HAD MOVED FOR OTHER REASONS NOT LONG AFTER. SO KEEP THIS IN MIND BABY,.... KEEP THOSE PUFFY NYLON VESTS SATURATED!!!!WRITE ME BACK.

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FETISH: THE FATE OF THE GREY PUFFY JACKET

WELL IT HAPPENED ABOUT THREE MINUTES AGO! THE GREY PUFFY JACKET I SPOKE ABOUT A COUPLE ARCTICLES AGO IS NO MORE! I WAS FEELING HORNEY IN MY NYLON ADDIDAS TRACKSUIT EARLIER AFTER SURFING A COUPLE NYLON JACKET FETISH SITES AND I CAME ACROSS A GUY ON A SITE RIPPING A JACKET LIKE THE GREY ONE. SO I PUT THE GREY JACKET ON OVER MY ADDIDAS JACKET AND RIPPED THAT THING TO SHREDDS! THE ONLY THING OF THAT GREY PUFFY NYLON JACKET LEFT IS THE LINING, WHICH IS STILL ON ME! FYI...(THE LINING IS NYLON TO) WELL, IM GONNA FINISH MASTURBATING AND TRY TO STAIN SOMETHING.......KEEP THAT NYLON JACKET SATURATED!!!!!!!!!!!

SEXUALITY: Straight
GENDER: Male
FETISH: tape and cup

I dont know when it started probaly when I was young and played hockey. I like the feeling of wearing a cup for extended periods of time. I use electrical tape to make a underware with the cup directly on my body. The tape is directly on my skin and completly covers my butt, grion and partly my legs. It is all done very carefully for comfort so it can be woren in public under my cloths. I have verious differnt cups that I like to use, all differnt shapes and sizes. I like it to be very tight some times I will use 6 plus rolls of tape at a time the more the better. Its the pressure and confinement that make it pleasurable and not feeling my balls or dick. It combines so much pleasure in one place. And the only way to get off is to hump something hard untill finaly you go. The worst part is taking it off wishing you didnt use so much tape. I have never heard or seen anything like this before and wonder if any one has tried or practices it.

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
GENDER: Male
FETISH: CUM LOVING

My fetish about cum started when I was a young boy. after I discovered jacking off, I was facinated by the cum that spurted from my dick. I started playing with it,rubbing it on things.Then a boy that was two years older then me, talked me into jacking off with him. He tried to screw me in the ass, but his dick was too big and it hurt so he had me screw him in the ass while he jacked off. I noticed him tasting his own cum, and became curious. when I was alone, I jacked off and tasted my cum but I didn't get any satisfaction from it so I forgot about it.----- I became sexually active at about twelve. one of the older guys would go get this girl for a gang bang. I was always one of the later guys to bang her and as such would usually find the others had pulled out and shot their loads on her pussy or legs. I usually found it to be rather slippery when I tried to enter her vagina. Then we got another girl with red hair that would let us gang bang her too and it was always a real turn on to see her red pubic hair with cum on it. ----- When I got married I became involved with all kinds of sexual things. I was screwing around on my wife and so was she. We got divorced and both of us were screwing a lot of others as well as each ot