Fetishes: Based on True Events
True and twisted stories that surpass fiction
The world is full of situations that happen every day, stories so hot they seem like fiction but are based on real events, or 100% real.
This is a compilation of stories that are partly or entirely true and that have been told to me or that I have experienced firsthand.
Stories Based on True Events: Free Sample
The Wine Gala
True Story with my friend Clo
Before dinner at that jazz bar, Cló said to me:
- I have tickets to the Wine Gala! Will you come with me?
- Didn't you find any other drunkards? Hahaha
- Come on, nerd! Come with me!
- Okay, but I’m not really a wine drinker... I prefer something stronger.
- It’s fun. I was going to go with Nelson, but…
Nelson was my friend’s ex-boyfriend—a total pain in the ass, arrogant, a social climber, clueless, frankly out of touch, a complete idiot.
- I never knew you were into Nelson Dick (that’s what I called him).
- Well, he was older and I was innocent!
- Ha! You, innocent?! Cló wrinkled her nose at me...
- Look, here’s the brochure. I’ve been before—it’s a blast!
- I can just imagine us surrounded by snobby old folks, glasses in hand, spouting nonsense like, “Oh yes... “this wine has aromas of pink unicorn, this other one is gentle on the palate, oh yes, Miss Cló, this is perfect for pairing with...” and I raised my eyebrows at her; of course, I got a slap from the beautiful Cló. “Do you think it's a good idea for people to see us together?” I asked her. “You know, you're my student, and I'm your teacher...”
- First of all, you’re three years older than me and you’re not a professor, you’re my teaching assistant. Second, it doesn’t bother me if people see us together; I’ve always liked the clandestine (that was true; Cló always enjoyed getting into mischief, whether at school or when we went out, and I… had to keep an eye on her). - Does it bother you if people see us together? she asked me, the beautiful Clo.
- Well… it’s just that I don’t want people thinking that I’m going to let you pass the course just because we’re friends.
- Haha, so you’re going to fail me in clinicals this year?
- It depends on how you behave… (that wrinkled nose again, and another jab) - Come on, girl! Stop it!!
- Poor you, making me fail, Gastón Lemark. I’m never talking to you again.
- Fine, fine, I’ll go to the wine gala with you (I said to get out of the conversation), and is it a formal event?
- More like semi-formal. Do you have a nice jacket?
- Will this apron work? It’s the most stylish thing I have.
- Hahaha, nerd, no! Okay, we’ll go shopping; it’ll do you good to refresh your look.
- What’s wrong with my look? (Now I was thinking it would have been better to keep talking about the previous topic.)
Cló took me shopping at an American secondhand clothing store. She ended up buying three whole outfits, and I still couldn’t find a jacket.
- Look at this one! It’s cute!
- Cló, it’s avocado green!
- It’s not avocado green! It’s stylish green.
- Cló…
- Fine, fine. Okay, okay.
Suddenly I spotted a dark blue jacket—almost petrol blue—made of soft fabric with a simple cut, perfect for pairing with a shirt and jeans.
“Okay, Cló, I found the jacket. Now let’s go before you buy half the store,” I said, walking over to the fitting room where she was.
- Haha, it’s just that everything is so cute!... Look, how does this look on me?
Cló stepped out of the fitting room wearing a black dress; her athletic figure made it look stunning. It was as simple as my jacket, without any frills, and that understated elegance made her look sophisticated.
- You look... pretty, I said, swallowing a little. She went back into the fitting room, and I kept repeating in my head, “We’re friends, don’t look at her like that, she’s your student, you can’t...”
We paid for the clothes and left the store; two blocks down, I’d already stopped thinking lustfully about my friend.
We finished the tour eating French fries as we walked along the waterfront. The evening breeze on the beach, the seagulls, the orange hues—she said to me:
- “Would you really leave me high and dry if I mess up the treatments?!”
- “Hahahaha, that topic again?”
- Yeah, it's just that I want to know…
- Look, you'll be fine, because I'll teach you everything. You're the best in the group (I wasn't supposed to tell her that, but it was true), you have a good touch, and you're smart. The only thing you sometimes lack is responsibility.
- Shut up!! I’m super responsible.
- Hahaha, do you think being responsible means showing up an hour late?
- Hahaha, I just overslept!
- But even Dr. Verdugo noticed! You came in singing and greeting everyone!
- Yep, if I’m going to be late, I want everyone to know I’m here, baby!!
- Hahaha, you’re hopeless!
The cold breeze made Cló feel cold, as usual. She hung onto my arm and snuggled up to me to feel my warmth. We kept walking... It was a wonderful afternoon...
How I met the Promoter
A true story with one of my muses
I met her on social media; I think it was love at first sight. I immediately found her absolutely stunning. As the owner of my clinic, I was certain I’d found the perfect flyer distributor for my business.
I messaged her from my personal account, and we agreed to meet at the clinic. She was even more charming and sexy in person. She’s the kind of woman who radiates sensuality—her gaze, her breath, and her laugh captivate you from the very first moment... She just knew how to show the world her best attributes. On the first day, she was wearing tight jeans, and after explaining to her that she had to hand out flyers outside my clinic while being very friendly with the public, she seemed to understand me perfectly regarding the friendliness I was referring to. After our brief introductory chat, she turned around with the flyers she was supposed to hand out, and I saw her perfect ass. My heart and mind stopped; that image was seared into my memory. Now I knew I had to somehow taste that perfect ass and that very special girl.
Days went by and I became obsessed with her. I had a very good reputation as a decent, upstanding guy, and I wasn’t sure how to even hint to her that I wanted to try out that perfect ass I’d been dreaming about so much.
What I did know was her ambition and that she loved money. I had to pretend to be someone else to find out if she’d be willing to have sex for a sum of money.
- Hi, I’m looking for the girl in these photos… Is that you?
-Hi, yes… Tell me.
-I’m Iván (my first alias). I work at a staffing agency, and we’re looking for models and girls who can work as promoters or hostesses. I really love your profile.
-Thank you so much! I’d love to work—I’ve already been a hostess at a few nightclubs.
-Perfect. I’ll add your profile and take some photos. If one of our clients wants to hire you, I’ll write to you again. We work on a commission basis that the clients pay us directly, so the amount I offer you will be entirely yours.
- Awesome! I hope something comes of it—that would be great!
I waited a week and then wrote to the girl again...
-Hi! Good morning, this is Iván. I have a client for you—it’s for a photo shoot... Would you be okay with doing artistic photos?
-Hi! Artistic?
-Yeah, you know, nudes, body painting... I’d pay you 100,000 for an hour...
-Haha, I’ve never done it before, but sure... For that amount, it’s fine...
-Perfect! I’ll handle everything...
I let a few more days go by... in the end, it was the promoter herself who wrote to me.
-Hi! How are you?
-Hi! Great, and you?
-Great too. Have you heard anything from your client?
-Oh yeah, I told him to go to hell...
-Seriously?! Why?! Damn, I just bought some stuff thinking I was going to get that money...
- I'm really sorry, I forgot to let you know, but the guy got a little forward—after you said yes, he wanted more...
-Ahhh
-Yeah, he wanted to pay me double if he could get an hour of sex with you... And I told him to fuck off—we’re not an escort agency... That’s why I turned him down, but I forgot to let you know... A thousand apologies, but I can get you a morning shift for 10,000—it’s better than nothing...
-Hmm, and the guy was willing to pay 200,000 for an hour?
-Yeah... Why?
- Well, it might be nice to have that 200,000
- But it’s in exchange for sex...
- It’s just a lot of money... And it’s for an hour...
I stopped typing for a few minutes...
-If I’d known, I wouldn’t have told him to fuck off... Do you want me to try to track him down?
-Hmm, can you?
-I’ll try... But are you really willing to do it with a stranger for 200,000? Because if so, I’m in...
-Hahahahaha, well in that case you won’t have to apologize to the client...
We kept chatting in an increasingly flirty way; we’d set the date and the place... The place was right below my building, where I’d seen her handing out flyers... And flirting with the men who approached her...
When the time came, I looked out the window—she was on her way—and I called her, pretending to be Iván from the employment agency.
“Where are you?” she asked me.
“I’m on my way, I’m running a little late! But wait for me!!” I replied as I went down the stairs. I went out in my scrubs, supposedly to the ATM that was about 20 meters from where she was.
"I know you!” I said, approaching the promoter...
She looked around everywhere; my greeting was undoubtedly the most inconvenient one of all at that very moment...
-Hi, doc! How are you? It’s been a while!
-Great! I’ll say hi and head to the ATM—you look good!! I said, waving and acting like I had nothing to do with the supposed employment agent. The beautiful promoter’s face relaxed, and she waved goodbye to me
At the ATM, I withdrew the 200,000 I was going to pay her if she agreed to come into my booth, after finding out the whole truth... I took a deep breath and left the ATM, walking toward her...
-Still here?
-I’m waiting for someone.
-Oh, really? Do you have a date?
-Haha, that’s not something you tell!
-But it looks like Iván is going to be late... He told you he’d be late, didn’t he?
The promoter’s face went from “WTF!?” to blank. She blinked several times...
-You’re Iván?!
- haha, bingo!!
-Haha, why didn't you tell me sooner?! The promoter's face was red...
-I didn't know if you'd accept... And I still don't know if you will... What do you say? Here's your 200,000...
-I say yes... She told me with a smile and a flirty look
She accompanied me to the clinic, and still a bit confused, she left her things on my physical therapist’s desk...
Amid laughter, I received the promoter’s first kiss; her full, sensual lips felt like the lips I wanted to kiss for the rest of my life... Soon our tongues were playing inside each other’s mouths...
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