She instinctively knew it was him. Ever since she moved in with her hubby a month back, she had noticed this youngster watching her through his binoculars from across the road and also keeping track of her movements when she went down for a walk around the complex.

She too found him quite virile and handsome and often wondered how he would be in bed. Today, she decided to tease him a bit and let him enjoy the beauty of her sensuous body. The exhibitionist streak that is inherent in most women took over and she decided to let him gawk to his heart’s content. She always knew she had a lovely body and was particularly proud of her breasts which seemed to defy gravity and stood firm and high.

Knowing that his attention was riveted on her, she stretched languorously thrusting those huge twin mounds of hot flesh forward and upward. She knew this action will have the desired effect and it did. Rahul, who watching this could not control his pent up frustration and started stroking his erect cock with his right hand while holding on to the binoculars with his left. She then made out as if she was looking for something on the floor and assumed a position on her knees such that her huge ass jutted out invitingly beneath the pant like material she was wearing. This action was so seductive that Rahul thought he might spill his load if he went on with his stroking. He desperately wanted to drill her asshole with his pecker and stopped masturbating momentarily.

He reached the college just in time for the lecture and immediately noticed that the class was full and he was one of the last to make an entry. The only seat vacant was in the back row and he gladly took it. He always preferred the last benches and preferred solitude. It was here that he could indulge in fantasising and masturbate in peace away from prying eyes and friends. He did this regularly and derived immense satisfaction from it. His testosterone level was playing havoc with his system and he needed regular release from the pent up sexual feelings.

The lecture on chemistry had just begun and his mind began to wander.

The morning bus incident had only served to fuel this further. As he recollected the soft touch of the woman’s ass cheeks against his cock, his hand automatically started rubbing his erection through the jeans and despite the thick material, he could sense waves of pleasure coursing through his body. In his mind, he was imagining rubbing his cock against the woman’s buttocks through the thin sari material that seemed to cling to her wonderful high ass. As he fantasized, his hand started moving more rapidly up and down the jeans front and he was in a realm of his own totally oblivious to what was happening out in the front till he got the release he wanted. The semen gushed forth spoiling his undergarments and he was glad that he had worn black jeans.

Everybody however seemed to be paying full attention to the lecture.

Here is a brief look at some of them:

a) Female bondage

In these sites, you will find sexy girls dressed up in every day life costumes and playing out their character with a heavy sexual undertone. They bind their victims with ropes, tapes to beds and tables and indulge in all kinds of sexual activity with the helpless victim having to bear all of it.

b) Sadomasochism

This kind of a sexual fetish relates to the concept of enjoying pain while involved in the sexual act and features a lot of spanking and other humiliating actions forced upon the victim by the dominant partner ranging from bootlicking to getting spanked on the bottom.

c) Female domination

This features the female partner playing the dominant role in making her partner – either male or female submitting to her deviant sexual desires. They include penetrations through big strap-on, spitting, pussy fisting, face sitting and the usage of needles to create pain.

d) Exhibitionism

This type of sexual fetishism refers to the character indulging in shameless exposure of her body to seduce or entice her partner. The idea is to tease the partner and ignite raw passion and lust for her while she remains out of reach. It is often combined with bondage and even rape.

e) Foot fetish

Here the fetishist is most comfortable indulging in the worship of the partner’s feet or boots and often ends up masturbating on them. The sexual arousal is achieved by the mere sight or touch of the feet or footwear.

There are other kinds of sexual fetishes as well such as craving for use of leather, silk, being blindfolded and other such variants that are indulged in for sexual gratification.

It was her again moving about the house arranging things and Rahul craned his neck for a closer look till he realised he needed his binoculars. Though it posed some inconvenience and gave him a neck ache, he was thankful he at least had this at his disposal. The luscious woman just across the road at her apartment was giving him the opportunity of a life time to gaze lustfully and indulge in some voyeurism and he did not want to lose the chance.

The curtains were not drawn and he could get a very good view of her as she went about her task. He came upon her by accident one day while he was just looking across. She seemed to have just moved in and was in her late twenties. Her husband and she were the only ones in that apartment and he would leave early every morning. After that Rahul was always on the look out for her and discovered her to be a sex goddess. With ripe full tits curving to a slender waist and fanning out to huge ass globes, she had a figure that would arouse the dead. Every time they went out as a couple or she happened to take a walk in the complex, Rahul did not miss seeing her and every time he saw her, his lust for her only increased.

He marveled at the size of her full breasts straining against the shirt like top she was wearing and looked at his palms wondering whether those lovely mounds would fit into them. It did not matter, he told himself, he would get his chance.

This city was getting on his nerves. There was just no privacy and everybody seemed to want to know as to what the other guy is up to especially if he happened to be with his girl friend. Their homes were equally bad with hardly any time to even steal a kiss. Every time he looked at her, he wished he could just take those succulent lips into his mouth and lavish his lustful attention on them. His fiancé was equally desperate and did not seem to be prudish like other Indian girls. She wanted to experience sexual freedom and looked up to him to provide it for her.

She had a figure to die for. Tall with a slender neck, it was her magnificent inviting breasts that always seemed to get his pecker up just looking at them. Today, she was wearing a t shirt and he just could not help brushing the back of his hand each time against those high mounds of delight. She seemed to revel in his touch and her nipples responded to each touch by stiffening immediately. They were now standing at a railway station waiting for the train and had given the miss to two of the trains already thanks to the crowd. He folded his hands such that his right hand was in close proximity with her left breast and even while the people around them were looking at them, his forefinger and thumb made light contact with the breast tip. She gasped and looked at him reproachfully, but was enjoying this covert foreplay to the maximum. Her panties had become wet and she desperately wanted him to lick her nipples.

It was obvious he could not do that, but he continued stroking the hardened breast tip occasionally releasing soft moans from her. They were enjoying this moment of lustful behavior in public and did not care a damn about the consequences.

Indian Bus Adventure

It was the same old story. The bus was crowded and he was already late for the college. There was no way he could afford to miss this one. As it almost pulled away from the stop, he managed to get into it and started making his way forward. Then he saw her and it led to an immediate stirring in his jeans. His cock had sprung to attention from the mere look and he immediately decided he wanted to indulge in his favorite bus pastime of feeling a lush woman’s body using the jerky movements of the bus as an excuse. Many a time he had experienced the full satisfaction of feeling a woman’s buttocks with his cock and had got away without getting lynched by the woman or by the other passengers and it was these moment that gave him the motivation for a bus journey. She was just a couple of passengers away and he immediately positioned himself behind her strategically, his eyes undressing her hungrily.

This woman had worn a traditional sari that clung to her body and revealed its glory to everybody in the bus. He was sure all the males including the older ones would have raped her given the opportunity; such was the sexiness she exuded. He was still wondering what gave her the guts to wear the sari in the manner she had when fate played its hand and the bus screeched to a sudden halt propelling him forward and on to the woman’s body. His hard cock which fortunately was not very prominently visible beneath the thick jeans material made its contact with the soft and cushiony ass cheeks while one of his hands made full contact with her waist as if to support her.

The woman herself had lurched ahead and it was only due to his inadvertent support that she did not bang herself against the girl just in front of her. She thanked him and the look on her face said it all. She had felt his cock against her ass and seemed to have liked it.

Fetish

To get a full picture of the fetish article, you need to start from the fetish dating page on the main website.

Sexual fetish can be classified as under:

a) Those with a desire for a partner with big body parts or sexual stimuli like oral sex or undergarments.
b) Those with a stronger craving for specific kinds of sex partners or stimuli, but are able to accomplish the sex act even in their absence.
c) Persons in this category cannot enjoy the sex act without the presence of specific stimuli and it is only due to their presence that they experience sexual arousal. They may not even hesitate to commit burglary to achieve their objective and stand the risk of getting convicted in the pursuit of such sexual pleasure.
d) These belong to an advanced level of sexual fetishism where the object or body part is considered more important than the partner and they can get sexually aroused by just looking and touching that object.
e) This is another deviant form of sexual fetishism wherein the person derives sexual gratification through acquiring a particular body part of his partner and may even go to the extent of killing people to mutilate the body and take the organ of choice.
Though sexual fetishism is not considered as objectionable as long as it is within the comfort levels of the people concerned, treatment to get out of it is recommended if the condition begins to threaten the social life or job. The treatment is in the form of cognitive therapy and psychoanalysis and they can be complemented through other types of traditional treatments as well.
The cognitive therapy seeks to change the mental make up of the person without trying to do too much analysis of the condition. A popular method is to create aversion for the object of fetish in the individual so that he begins to outlive his craze for that particular object and does not require it as a stimulus for sexual arousal.
Psychoanalysis delves into the subconscious of the individual to ascertain the trigger that has caused this condition and is practiced by lulling the patient into an unconscious state and permitting him to rationally identify the problem.
Medication in the form of production or restriction of certain hormones is another manner in which the person is cured of this disorder. Some psychiatric drugs are also used to create a difference in the way the person responds to sexual stimulation.
The internet is abounding with various kinds of sexual fetishes such as female bondage, sadomasochism, female domination, exhibitionism, foot fetish and many more.

Here is a brief look at some of them:

a) Female bondage

Erotic Stories – I will be wearing a white hat part 3

Once there she gave the wide eyed Phil a treat. She stripped off her loose dress, allowing it to fall to the floor. There she stood in nothing but a pair of high waisted white panties. Jackie had never felt so self confident. She approached Phil again and whispered in his ear as he grabbed her. “Have you got any cream for me milkman? I’d like full cream.” She could hardly believe the words coming out of her mouth, she sounded like a bad porno script.
Phil said nothing, he just stood up masterfully, towering above her and started to take off his clothes. Jackie watched with wonder as he exposed his broad, hairy chest and slightly paunchy stomach. Jackie hated the stomach muscles that looked like a washboard; she couldn’t stand anyone taking longer in front of the mirror than she did in the morning. Phil was just right, nicely spread out and strong the way she liked her men.
He took down his trousers and revealed that he had nothing on underneath. His cock stood out proudly like a flagpole, defiant against the breeze. Jackie grabbed it instantly and squeezed its thickness. She wanked it slowly back and forth until Phil picked her up in his strong arms, and with one hand wrenched her panties over her ass and slammed her against the cubicle wall. She squealed as he pushed his hard cock into her. He didn’t have much trouble because she was so wet. Phil pumped her pussy slowly at first and then quickened his pace. She closed her eyes and let him take control of the entire situation; she didn’t move a muscle.
She was beginning to think that Phil would soon tire but she was wrong. The more she thought about him putting her down, the stronger he held her and faster he fucked her. She completely lost control and dug her shoes into his tight muscular backside. Phil was spurred on by this and drove his cock even deeper inside her. They both shouted out loud and then stopped, suddenly aware of their volume.
Jackie’s clit was massive and hard and it pressed beautifully against the very bottom of Phil’s hard shaft. After they’d stopped, she started the action again by grinding herself against it like she had a bad itch. She came like this in a collapse of limbs. Phil caught her and supported her entire wait as she twitched her pussy, wringing out the last of her procreative juice.
Phil allowed her a little time to recover before bending her over the toilet quite roughly. He grabbed her hips and pulled her towards his twitching cock. He buried his tool into her pussy again. Jackie felt so completely out of control and she absolutely loved it. She felt like a doll being fucked in all her holes, in every sexual position possible. She reached around, underneath herself and between Phil’s legs. She cradled his balls and stroked at them. She felt his cock twitch inside her when she did this. It felt as though for a brief moment she was taking some kind of control over the situation, although she knew full well that Phil the milkman was certainly the powerful one; and by the feel of his twitching cock he was about to deliver his fresh cream.
Her intuition was correct and very soon Phil was groaning and holding himself back. “Let it go all over my back milkman,” said Jackie as she looked around to watch Phil dump his creamy load all over her. She felt his cock come sliding out and heard it pop and slap against her thighs. She saw the surprise in his eyes as he heard her say those words and before she knew it he clenched his cock and groaned as it tried to pump out. When he released it a huge blob of cum flew out the end, over Jackie’s shoulder and onto her face. She rubbed it off her cheek and watched the rest spill out into the small of her back. She felt the warm cum run down her backside and drip onto her thighs.
They dressed in relative quiet, suddenly aware of their nakedness, and all Jackie could think about was the next time they could meet up and go out. She contemplated inviting Phil around to her place that evening for a repeat performance as they walked out of the toilet together, looking rather flushed, back into the coffee shop. When they walked past the bar Phil stopped to order some coffee and turned to ask Jackie if she wanted some. When she met his gaze, out of the corner of her eye she saw a man of about fifty sitting alone at the back of the shop wearing a white Fedora hat with a black band. Her heart nearly stopped.
“Are you alright love?” Asked Phil, reaching out his hand, putting his milkman’s hat on the table nearby.
“Yes, I think so,” replied Jackie, nervously eyeing his hat. “So Phil, have you enjoyed your blind date?”
“My what?” he replied incredulously.

I will be wearing a white hat part 2

When the day finally arrived Jackie decided to check out the place a little earlier than the allotted time. She figured that it was safe to check out all the entrances and exits; although when she stopped to think about it a little further she soon realised the ridiculousness of it all. The coffee shop was small and very crowded, and a person would struggle to pass wind in there without someone else noticing.
She’d dressed to impress and put on her very best summer outfit. It was a dress, shoes and bag she’d bought from the department store in the precinct the day before. Jackie was determined to get laid, whether the guy she was meeting was appropriate or not. She was busting for a fuck. It had been around six months since the last time, and the last time was so terrible it was difficult to forget how long ago it actually was. She needed to purge herself.
After looking around a little she decided to go in early and get a coffee. The way she saw it was that she could find a seat and get herself into a nice flirtatious position ready for her white hatted blind date; perhaps flash some leg and plunge her cleavage a little. When she walked into the place she got one hell of a shock.
He was already there. Must have thought the same, she reasoned. Although his position wasn’t exactly provocative. He was a milkman. And there he was leaning over the table with his white milkman’s hat on filling out a sheet of paper; no doubt his deliveries or something. He could have made an effort, she thought. Fancy just timing your date after you finish work for the morning? She approached him and took a seat without him hardly noticing her. “Hello,” she said in a bright voice, “I’m Jackie.”
“Morning!” Said the milkman in a bright cheery voice, “and how are you today?” He asked. Jackie thought he must have been in work mode still because of the way he asked this question.
“Erm…,” she stuttered, “I’m fine thanks, and you?”
“Very well indeed. What did you say your name was, Jackie? I’m Phil.”
Jackie looked him up and down and imagined his physique under that white jacket and shirt. She could barely control her urges. This milkman was really fit looking for an old guy, she thought. She was only twenty seven, and this fella must have been at least fifty judging by his weathered face, laugh lines and the distinguished grey wings down the side of his head that his hat failed to conceal.
“I must say that when you said you’d be wearing a white hat, I didn’t expect this,” laughed Jackie, feeling wet in the knickers. The air was close and she was picking up some kind of scent from this man; a scent that was driving her wild.
“Pardon?” Asked Phil, leaning in towards her.
In her lightened head Jackie took this body movement as a signal and leaned in too. She puckered up her lips and kissed Phil straight on the mouth. He did not pull away.
“Let’s go to the lavatory,” she suggested out of the blue. Jackie was feeling really horny. All she could think about was getting this milkman’s cock out and inside her as quickly as possible; she didn’t even want to wait to find out if he was a nice guy or not. She stood and took Phil’s hand. She turned to watch his bewildered face follow her towards the back of the coffee shop.
“But what about my stuff?” He said rather pathetically. Jackie ignored him and continued to pull him along.
When they got into the toilet Jackie pushed him into a cubicle and forced herself in behind him. To begin with Phil started to push his way out and then he just gave way, sighed and sat down on the toilet. She looked at him hungrily. She pushed herself against his face and rubbed her half naked tits around his mouth. Within seconds his huge, strong hands were all over them. The only sounds were clothes rubbing and heavy breathing. His hands felt amazing on her boobs. She almost swooned to his touch. “Get them out!” She commanded.
He reached inside her dress and pulled out her tits. He was an expert. He squeezed her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and fed them into his mouth delicately. His other arm hoisted her onto his lap, and then he grabbed hold of her pert little ass with his hand. He felt so good; Jackie’s pussy was dripping wet. She wobbled her tits in Phil’s face and then stepped off him and back against the door.

I’ll be wearing a white hat.

Jackie was at her wits end with dating. She was a great girl she thought, and she wasn’t bad looking, she had a fit body, nice tits and ass, but every bloke she managed to hook up with turned out to be a complete wanker. She just couldn’t get it right, it was as though she had a sign on her head saying ‘walkover’.
Eventually she decided to go on a few dating websites and reply to adverts in the paper. She reasoned to herself that it couldn’t be such a bad thing to do, since she was considering it herself; that must mean that others similar to her were doing the same. She had no luck with the newspapers, and the men were often a little too local; she even knew one of them.
What Jackie wanted was a man; a real man. Trouble was that when she said ‘real’ man, too many men thought it meant having big muscles, a small penis, and a very bad attitude towards women. She was tired of this. What she really meant was an older, more experienced man who could look after her properly. To be pampered by a strong older man was an incredible turn on for her. To be fucked by him would be even better. She often fantasised about it.
So eventually she decided to advertise for the ‘older’ man, rather than the ‘real’ man, and in about three days she had a reply. There was no picture or anything with the reply, simply a meeting place and a message that said her date would be wearing a white hat. She figured it was not that common to wear a white hat; particularly in a coffee shop. It was really quite exciting. She imagined her blind date to be a little like Sean Connery. She’d always wanted to fuck Sean Connery and suck his cock; Jackie had very vivid fantasies.

When the day finally arrived Jackie decided to check out the place a little earlier than the allotted time. She figured that it was safe to check out all the entrances and exits; although when she stopped to think about it a little further she soon realised the ridiculousness of it all. The coffee shop was small and very crowded, and a person would struggle to pass wind in there without someone else noticing.
She’d dressed to impress and put on her very best summer outfit. It was a dress, shoes and bag she’d bought from the department store in the precinct the day before. Jackie was determined to get laid, whether the guy she was meeting was appropriate or not. She was busting for a fuck. It had been around six months since the last time, and the last time was so terrible it was difficult to forget how long ago it actually was. She needed to purge herself.