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Fetishes: Family & Incest

Incest is one of the most uncomfortable and forbidden fantasies within the erotic imagination. Stories where familial closeness, secrets, and glances that linger longer than they should begin to cross a line that was always said to be off-limits.

But in these stories we cross them, we enjoy them, and we make you question all your moral paradigms. This page is not for everyone, only for the brave and curious who are willing to imagine without filters, without anyone telling you what is good or bad.

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When desire arises where it shouldn't.

Incest is one of the most uncomfortable and forbidden fantasies within the erotic imagination. Stories where familial closeness, secrets, and glances that linger longer than they should begin to cross a line that was always said to be off-limits.

But in these stories we cross them, we enjoy them, and we make you question all your moral paradigms. This page is not for everyone, only for the brave and curious who are willing to imagine without filters, without anyone telling you what is good or bad.

When desire arises where it shouldn't.

Incest is one of the most uncomfortable and forbidden fantasies within the erotic imagination. Stories where familial closeness, secrets, and glances that linger longer than they should begin to cross a line that was always said to be off-limits.

But in these stories we cross them, we enjoy them, and we make you question all your moral paradigms. This page is not for everyone, only for the brave and curious who are willing to imagine without filters, without anyone telling you what is good or bad.

When desire arises where it shouldn't.

Incest is one of the most uncomfortable and forbidden fantasies within the erotic imagination. Stories where familial closeness, secrets, and glances that linger longer than they should begin to cross a line that was always said to be off-limits.

But in these stories we cross them, we enjoy them, and we make you question all your moral paradigms. This page is not for everyone, only for the brave and curious who are willing to imagine without filters, without anyone telling you what is good or bad.

When desire arises where it shouldn't.

Incest is one of the most uncomfortable and forbidden fantasies within the erotic imagination. Stories where familial closeness, secrets, and glances that linger longer than they should begin to cross a line that was always said to be off-limits.

But in these stories we cross them, we enjoy them, and we make you question all your moral paradigms. This page is not for everyone, only for the brave and curious who are willing to imagine without filters, without anyone telling you what is good or bad.

When desire arises where it shouldn't.

Incest is one of the most uncomfortable and forbidden fantasies within the erotic imagination. Stories where familial closeness, secrets, and glances that linger longer than they should begin to cross a line that was always said to be off-limits.

But in these stories we cross them, we enjoy them, and we make you question all your moral paradigms. This page is not for everyone, only for the brave and curious who are willing to imagine without filters, without anyone telling you what is good or bad.

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Tie me up

A nerdy girl's story of submission

And who would have thought that behind that sweet gaze, that slightly innocent demeanor, and those glasses that made her look so adorably nerdy, deep down Lisa was a potential killer...

 

I met her several years ago; she was the daughter of the owners of the corner store. She was always quiet, always helpful, and suddenly I found myself going to shop there more often than necessary, or forgetting one thing or another just to see if she was there...

Over time, Lisa became more and more present in her parents’ business... It was strange because sometimes she’d address me informally and be happy to see me, and other times she’d treat me like some old man she’d just met, and I hated those contradictions, but there I was, always coming back, buying again and again, hoping to find the sweeter Lisa with the better memory...

One day I ran into her on the street waiting for some kind of transportation

- Hi! How are you?

- Hi...

- Are you going to your store?

- Yes! Hi! I didn’t recognize you! Haha, sorry, I’m a little blind...

- Haha, don’t worry, I’ll give you a ride if you want...

- Thank you so much! She said, getting into the car...

- And you’re walking?

- Yes! I had to take the car to the shop...

- Oh, I see... How’s business?

- Everything’s fine. How about yours?

- Well, everything’s fine...

- Ahh...

Fifteen seconds of silence passed. She and I, both nervous, were looking out the window when suddenly we both spoke at the same time.

- Did you know that... - And how is...

- Haha - Hahaha

“Sorry, tell me…” I said.

“No, no, you tell me.”

“I was going to ask if you knew I’m hosting a Pink Floyd tribute… It’s at my bar…” I said. I knew she had a tattoo of one of the band’s album covers on her right shoulder…

“Seriously?!”

“Yeah!”

- And when?!

- The day after tomorrow...

Lisa and her parents had been to my bar more than once; there weren’t many in the city...

- Great, I’ll see if I can make it.

- It’d be nice to see you there... So what were you going to ask me?

- Haha, how things were going with the bar...

- Well, like every day—some good days and some not-so-good days...

 

After a while, we were already chatting about life

- And besides the store, do you have any hobbies?

- Hmm, I don’t have much free time, but I like to write....

- Really?

- Yeah!

- And what do you like to write about?

- Hmm, things that have happened to me or things I think about...

- Well, writing is good therapy for getting things off your chest...

- That’s true...

- Well... See you the day after tomorrow, then?

- I’ll see if I can make it...

And even though I didn’t have much hope, that day she went to the bar alone; I spotted her at the entrance and went to get her...

“What about your parents?”

“They don’t really like this kind of music...”

“I have a table reserved for you,” I said, taking her hand.

The fragile-looking girl followed me without putting up a fight. We sat down at a table, and I watched her cheering on the rock band. She looked beautiful—a butterfly in boots, fragile yet tough, girlish yet with great musical taste. That drove me wild... By the time the show ended and our tequila shot challenge was over, we were already kissing, and my hands were slipping under her skirt beneath the table.

- Want to go somewhere more comfortable?

- I thought you’d never say it!

Kissing, we went down the hallway leading to the bathrooms; kissing, we kept walking through a door to which only I had a key; kissing and without breaking apart, we reached my secret room in the bar.

When I turned on the light, Lisa—whose glasses were perched more on her forehead than over her eyes—couldn’t see what I kept in that room...

But when she adjusted her glasses, she saw the room, the chains, the handcuffs, the ropes, the torture table and chair... The mattress. I wanted to see her reaction... She didn’t say anything, she just looked at the things, stood in front of the set of perfectly polished metal anal dilators... She picked one up...

- This one fits me... But there’s a problem...

- What?

She leaned close to my ear and said in her innocent voice...

- I already have one in...

Then she turned around and lifted her skirt; she was wearing only a garter belt, no panties, and when I saw her beautiful ass, illuminated by the red light in the room, I noticed the glint of an anal dilator tucked into her “innocent” ass—which wasn’t so innocent anymore...

Viva

A girl's story of submission to her ex

My phone vibrated; it was a message from Alex

- You looked beautiful yesterday...

 

Suddenly, all the images started flooding back into my mind—the kisses, the caresses, the red light in that room... All the times I asked him if he was cheating on me and he looked me in the eyes and swore he wasn’t... All the times I caught him with messages from other girls, just as stupidly in love as I was... The time I finally found the strength to say “no more” and watched him walk away, without looking back... The tears, the hours I missed him and wished he were by my side, even though I knew it was a huge mistake...

And now, out of the blue, he was writing to me again, without guilt, without beating around the bush, without any need...

- Hi... Thanks...

 

That was the only thing I could manage to write; I would have preferred to tell him to go to hell... But part of me still wanted to feel his skin, his kisses, the way he did everything to me, and how it made me feel so dirty and so special...

 

I had to get him out of my mind. I turned on the TV, without really watching it, then looked for a book, and found Lemark... I looked at the book, feeling a little embarrassed. When I started reading it, I always imagined it was Alex...

I poured myself a glass of wine, picked up the book, and lay down on the couch... Merlina was with me; she climbed onto my lap and fell asleep, purring...

My phone vibrated again...

- Would you like to reminisce about the old days?

Alex was definitely an idiot... But somehow his stupid question turned me on... “You shouldn't do this” were the words in my head, but the images were of Alex looking me in the eyes, while his tongue worked wonders between my legs...

 

I looked at the photo of Marcos and me... “You shouldn't do it,” my last shred of sanity kept repeating to me... If Marcos weren't away on a trip, I would have wanted to jump on him and make love to him the way I used to with that idiot Alex...

- I can't stop thinking about you... Alex texted me...

I knew it was a cliché, but my desire clung to it, and I replied...

- A lot has happened...

- Do you remember how much fun we had?

Of course I remembered—never before or since had I felt so alive...

- Yeah... A little... Sort of...

- I don’t believe you...

- That I remember you?

- That it’s just something... Unimportant... What you and I had was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced...

It’s a lie! You mustn’t do this! My rational mind begged me to put down the damn phone...

- You know, Alex, I’m doing fine now, with a nice guy...

- I don’t believe you either...

- He’s better than you, at least...

- If he were better than me, we wouldn’t be talking...

- I’m just trying to be polite

- I suggest we meet up in two hours. Get yourself ready, and we’ll go out to dinner. You can tell me later if you want dessert—I won’t force you into anything. Do you still love pasta that much?

- Haha, yeah...

- Then I’ll wait for you in two hours at D’Alfredo’s, the place we used to go to. They say it’s better than ever... Don’t be late!

That confidence annoyed me so much, but it was what I liked most about Alex...

 

I put down my phone and looked at Merlina... What the hell am I thinking?

I got up and went to take a shower... Two hours later, I was getting out of the Uber... Alex was already there, with that bad-boy style I’d fallen in love with—a leather jacket, a slightly rumpled T-shirt, that stubble, and his charming smile paired with his green eyes...

“You look gorgeous,” Alex said, pulling out a chair for me to sit down. When he hugged me, he gave me a very quick kiss on the lips. It didn’t feel strange; it was as if everything I’d experienced before he left had just been a dream… And I’d finally woken up

To be honest, we talked during dinner, but I didn’t know exactly what about; I just watched Alex’s lips move and wished those lips were on my vagina. His sparkling green eyes captivated me; his tattooed arms, full of visible veins, were my downfall, and the scent… It was killing me…

Suddenly, I stood up as if possessed, walked over to him, and whispered in his ear... “I'll wait for you in the bathroom.”

I left, and two minutes later Alex walked in. I pounced on him like a cat in heat, biting those beautiful lips of his. He bit my neck hard. I wrapped my arms and legs around his body as he closed the bathroom door. He pushed me against the wall while we kissed desperately. Then he picked me up and set me on the sink, I was still hugging him with my legs spread. He stopped to look at me...

 

“You’re beautiful,” he said, and sank his teeth into my neck again. My fingers slipped inside his shirt and jacket, and I caressed his hard back; I could feel his tense muscles...

After a while, he took off his clothes, and I did my best to lift my skirt and take off my blouse. He looked at me sweetly, then immediately grabbed my neck tightly and began to choke me. His penis then began to rub against my vulva; it was an exquisite sensation. I was now scratching his chest, covered in tattoos... Hoping he would take pity on me...

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