Archive for the ‘Pregnancy’ Category

1- Women’s lingerie

You may be thinking, If lingerie is considered a fetish, then every man on Earth has one, but it doesn’t start and end with women’s lingerie; rather, it’s about men who love to wear women’s silky duds.I know, I know, some of you may find the mere idea of putting on your girlfriend’s thong repulsive, but there are plenty of men (some who are open and honest and others who keep it under wraps) who enjoy wearing silky lingerie that’s intended for women.

Of course, this does not bring their sexuality into question; some men simply love the feel of women’s undergarments and become quite aroused upon seeing themselves in some.

 

 

 

2- Footwear

Feet are a huge fetish, but there are those who prefer what goes on feet instead. Any and everything from sling-backs and boots to mules and high heels etc.

One wrote, "Before I make love to her, I make my woman of the evening put on a pair of brand new, over-the-knee, high heeled latex boots and I lick them up and down and suck on the heel like I'm performing fellatio." To each his own, I say.

 

3- Glasses

Come on, you've all fantasized about the school teacher wearing her hair in a bun along with horn-rimmed glasses, who suddenly turns into some kind of sex kitten.

But eyewear has become quite a huge business in the fetish industry; so much so that there are pornographic films dedicated to such things. The titles are a little too graphic for my blood, but nevertheless, there is a market for women who don glasses and enjoy sex.

And of course, there are men who would love nothing more than to see a woman wearing only a pair of spectacles.

4- Smoking

Yes, it's a terrible habit. Yes, there isn't one advantage in the world when it comes to smoking. But there are many people who get a certain something out of watching someone inhale and exhale the smoke from a cigarette and the like.

Some guys think that the sight of a woman lighting up makes their bodies go numb and their member stand at attention. And believe it or not, there are a lot more men who find it erotic than you might imagine.

 

5- Sneezing, coughing
Of course, sneezing and coughing admirers each follow one or the other; rarely does someone find both acts enthralling. The sneeze lovers say they enjoy the different sounds people make when they let one get away.

Then there are those who enjoy hearing a woman cough. One guy went so far as to reveal that he enjoys the sound of a woman with a violent cough -- hacking, actually. "I am turned on by a woman coughing, especially a barking cough. The worse it sounds, the better I like it," says Jim.

6- Armpits

An area where most of us will never end up venturing, the armpit is praised by fetishists worldwide. It might sound strange to some but one gentleman revealed that not only does he love a woman's armpits immensely, he also mentioned that he prefers it if she hasn't showered. "I enjoy nestling my face deep into her armpits and inhaling her natural odor," wrote one man.

Armpit lovers worldwide get together in chat rooms and parties in relative anonymity. Who knows? Your best friend might secretly lust after this funky body part.

7- Pregnant women

Although even I can't help but find something incredibly intriguing about a woman who's carrying a child inside her beautifully shaped belly, there are some men who use the thought or image in order to get aroused.

One gentleman even claimed that he has managed to turn his wife into a virtual "baby machine" due to his fetish. Of course, he has plenty of money and can afford such a thing, but one has to wonder: What are all the other guys doing?

 

8- All things gothic

 

A white-faced woman with heavily made-up eyes and dressed as though she just walked off the set of The Crow sounds like heaven to many men. Not to mention that many of these gentlemen prefer to hang out in environments that represent all things gothic.

When it comes to medieval times, the list goes on and on regarding objects and styles that represent the era. Some men even wrote in to inform me that their homes have been transformed into virtual "gothic lairs" to feed their need for this fetish.

 

 

 

 

9- Pantyhose, stockings

The feel, the touch, the way they look. Pantyhose and stockings rate high on the list of fetishes simply because, I assume, men are much more willing to admit to this one than the more questionable ones.

Of course, garters are big winners with just about any man who sees them, but there are those who absolutely need their women to wear garter belts and thigh-high nylons in order to get the show on the road.

And there you have it: Nine fetishes that men (as well as women) have an obsession with on a daily, if not hourly, basis. Fetishes can be wonderful, so long as they don't get out of hand, and more and more men and women are 'fessing up to their need for certain sexual stimuli... and there's nothing wrong with that.

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I have discovered the most wonderful thing. Men that actually WANT to get a woman pregnant.

Until I began dating my new partner in November last year, I had no idea such men existed.

I spoke to him about birth control but have always secretly loved the feeling of men cuming inside me. So primal and animalistic.

The first time we ever fucked he kept soothing me and telling me what he wanted to do which made me want it badly even though we had just met. There was somthing about a man telling me he wanted to “Spray his seed into my little tummy”. Wow..

My partner is a cuckold also. He loves knowing that I am out on the town without him, flirting openly with other men. If I come home with a pussy full of cum he goes wild with desire.

a few weekends ago I flew interstate to spend the weekend with a friend of mine. While there I decided to look up an ex boyfriend who still has a thing for me plus he’s black. He picked me up and made it very clear that he was itching to get inside of me.

My partner was at home, knowing that I was setting up the meeting with my ex boyfriend. The exciting thing for both of us was knowing that I was at my fertile time of the month.

I told my ex, right as he was abut to slide his 8 inches into me (dam, I missed that cock!) that I was on the pill and I missed the feel of him cumming in me. I felt so naughty and wicked, especially knowing that I had the permission of the man I love back home.

Since then I have been with 2 other black bulls, and let both of them pump my pussy with their black seed… then late last week we discovered that I am 6 weeks pregnant…and I dont know who’s child it is. All the more exciting for us…

I can’t keep my darling off me now.. he has begun feeding from my slightly swollen breasts and he cums harder than before now, knowing I have been bred. I feel beautiful and extremely turned on…. what has the other 8 months got in store?

You looking for a breeder??

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Here is how the story Sleeping Beauty was originally told:

A great king was forewarned by some wise (old?) men that his newborn daughter named Talia was in great danger. It seems that a poison splinter was in the palace’s flax, and it would destroy her. The king immediately ordered a ban on flax inside the palace walls.

But, as all great fairy tales go, Talia somehow encountered a flax-spinning wheel and got that nasty splinter in her finger. What happened?

Talia dropped dead.

As a result, King Dad placed his daughter’s body on a velvet cloth, locked the palace gates, and left the forest forever and ever.

Enter the great nobleman, who turned out not to be so noble. While hunting in the woods one day, he just happened to stumble on the abandoned palace and Talia’s dead body. One would think he kissed her at this point, but no such thing happened.

Instead, he raped her.

He planted the noble seed and nine months later Talia gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl. Their names were Sun and Moon (which is the boy and which is the girl?) and the fairies took care of them.

One day, the boy was sucking on mom’s finger and sucked out the poisonous flax splinter, causing Talia to awake from her death bed.

Many months go by and the horny young nobleman returns to the woods to have another encounter with the princess. To his surprise, he found her alive and well. He confesses that he is the father of her children and they enjoy a hot weekend fling in the hay (Would you have a love affair with your rapist?).

The nobleman then returns home to his wife. Somehow she learns about his illegitimate children. The wife orders the capture of the children. Her cook is then told to slash their young throats and to cook a hash with their flesh.

At dinner that night, the wife gleefully watches her husband eat his meal. When he has finished, she announces “You are eating what is your own!”.

We can be sure that the nobleman did not feel too well at that moment. But then, he did rape a dead woman, so he deserves a little suffering.

It turns out that the cook had a soft heart and never slaughtered the children. Instead, goat meat was substituted.

The enraged wife ordered the capture of Talia and that she be burned at the stake, but she was saved from death by her rapist and they lived happily ever after.

Why didn’t Walt Disney use this version of the story? It is so much more interesting than the modern version.

Call Now and Let’s play I’m Sleeping Beauty, what will you do to me??

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Eva went to all-girl catholic school, then went to

college and married the boy she met there and dated.

He is two years older, and they married after he graduated

and she continued school. She was 20 and he was 22.

They were both busy for a few years as they started

new careers. At 23, Eva had their first child.

Three years later, she had their second child.

And that is when she noticed men looking at her

bulging tummy and swollen breasts!

It turned her on and she had her first secret affair.

Her husband had never been into fucking her during any

pregnancy even though she had always been super horny.

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Eva had always been a good girl – or so everyone thought.

But in her all-girl school, Eva had been quite sexually

active with several girls in her dorm – even had some threesomes!

Husband still doesn’t know about that…. yet!

In college, while she had just the one boyfriend, she

secretly had a long affair with a professor who introduced

Eva to some kinky and erotic fun, not to mention he had

a huge big black dick Eva couldn’t resist!

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Two years ago, while out at dinner, Eva intentionally

dressed very seductively and flirted openly in front of

husband, Todd. He blushed and seemed embarrassed

which turned Eva on and really got her going. She invited a sexy,

younger man to their table as they ate dessert.

Finally, she was able to be fully open with her sexual needs

and desires and experiences with her husband.

So now when Eva goes out at night, he knows just what he’s missing!

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I enrolled at a community college and took some general courses. Being a fairly pretty girl, I met a boy, and the obvious happened.

He was my first. We had sex pretty often, always with protection, but I always craved more.

I was almost resentful. He was perfectly contented to have that piece of rubber between us as we made love.

That’s when I began venturing away from my boyfriend. I felt confident that I was a good love maker, and I wanted the same. I dressed sexier, and batted my eyelashes as I pleased.

Ashley was nineteen, a beautiful, tall, lean young man with blonde hair and heavenly blue eyes. He was a happy-go-lucky boy who carried a sweet smile and a blush in his cheeks with him wherever he went.

Though he was only two years younger than me, the thought of a slightly younger man excited me. He also didn’t know much about sex at all, so I was free to tell him what I wanted.

When we had sex for the first time I told him I was having my period in a couple days, so the chances of getting pregnant were almost nonexistent.

He was trusting. He mounted me as I put my backside in the air.

I loved the feel of a hard man entering me, filling me, without anything between us. Ashley was so warm.

He managed to reach depths that Ryan never could. His long-fingered left hand was on my left hip, controlling my movement and helping him thrust.

I heard myself muttering feelings I didn’t know were inside me. I fell in love with him as he put both his hands over mine, to be sure I wouldn’t move, and came with a powerful grunt.

I came reasonably hard myself, but I felt instantly let down. I had had what I wanted: a beautiful young man cumming in me without protection, and yet I was unsatisfied.

I watched Ashley as he drifted into a light sleep mere inches from my body. He looked at me with love, and his delicate eyelashes closed as he exhaled, letting out some sleepy noises.

He was an angel. I put my hand on his bare abs, feeling his breath.

I didn’t want to go out and find someone else. I just wanted Ashley to be all I needed.

In my own dream I saw impossible visions. I saw tiny organisms flooding in through the door and into the room, cornering me on my bed. Then, they fought each other to crawl inside of me. As terrified as I was, I felt myself being rocked and shaken to sexual bliss. I orgasmed violently as they attacked my womb, impregnating me. I could still hear Ashley sleeping in a distant part of my mind.

I woke up then, putting my hand on my lonely belly, wishing for things that were just wrong. I didn’t really want to raise anyone or have a kid, I just wanted that connection with Ashley, and to have someone growing inside me.

I was half-weary as I mounted the young blonde man. He had that same sweet smile etched on his face. My hands slid up his torso as I pressed my sex against his groin.

His sky blue eyes opened as he became hard. I put my hands on his hard shoulders, determined in my pursuit.

“I love you,” he told me.

“I love you, too.”

I then proceeded to slide down on his cock, coating him with my slippery slickness. I wanted my fluids to rain down his thighs and puddle on the mattress, as far off as that seems.

His hands were relaxed as they gripped my lower back, trying to keep me in place, to keep a nice slow fuck, but I had other ideas. I pushed down hard, wiping the smile off his angelic face and replacing it with a strained expression. I started riding his cock up and down, making the best of his eight inches.

He came then, not as hard as before, but I felt it very nicely. I didn’t cum but I knew I’d have my chance.

Ashley didn’t look quite satisfied either. I got down and put my lips on his sensitive manhood, stirring up new ideas in his innocent mind. I then took him in my mouth, feeling a slight twitching on his part.

He knew he was at my mercy. He whimpered a little as my tongue moved up and down his shaft, urging him to become fully hard.

When he was back to his complete size and hardness, I gave his rod one last passionate french kiss and then took my head off of him.

Ashley said, “No, let me make love to your mouth.”

“No,” I replied, without a hint of flirtation in my voice.

I then laid on my back, with shaky Ashley nervously rubbing his cock.

He moved between my legs, kissing my mouth, tasting his own cock in it. I felt his soft hair and skin, so grateful that things might go my way.

I raked my nails down his back, feeling a tear stroll down my cheek. I wondered if it was love or just too much sex.

He slid in easily since I was so wet from before. He made semi-long thrusts, not wanting to get too far away from me. I wanted to kiss him deeply through ever moment of it.

His body was art. Each lean limb on his frame propelled him forward, not affecting his youthful energy at all. I wrapped my arms around him, slowly becoming lost in the emotions I fight so deep inside of me.

I knew he would impregnate me from this. As all the pain and happiness from my life flashed before my eyes and I held the man I loved, I told him, “Yes, give me your seed. Cum so deep inside of me, Ashley. Hold me, just please, hold me.”

And so he rested on top of me, burying his thick cock in as deep as it would go, nesting it. His chest came down, crushing my breasts to accommodate him. He gasped “I love you” about a hundred times as he prepared for his most powerful and loving cum inside a woman.

We both cried a little, neither of us sure of why. I felt his cock erupt hot sperm and it flooded inside me. I leaned my head back, feeling my innermost muscles spasming, overwhelming Ashley a little.

We held each other as he grew soft and slid out of me. We woke up many hours later, with his soft cock resting on my thigh.

This dreamboat of a boy, who carried the joy of the universe in his eyes, had just impregnated me. He didn’t know what he was getting into, and neither did I.

I only became hornier as the months passed. My large belly, weakened thighs, and swollen breasts hadn’t really slowed me down.

Sex had actually become easier. I would just lay down and relax while Ashley performed beautifully.

But something changed at around six and a half months. My pussy had grown very demanding, to the point where that was all I could think about.

Ashley would exhaust himself trying to please me, and I really didn’t want him to think I was a slut, but I had no choice.

He was a little worried about the baby, but I knew it’d be okay. I just had to get more cum in me somehow.

As Ashley drained himself to go to school, work, and fuck me, I quit school.

I had instead decided I needed to worry about priority number one: getting male cum inside me.

A man I had met at a bar, a drunk named Phil, had assured me all the cum I could handle.

Twice a day he’d come over to fill me up good and eat.

He was kinky too. He liked to smack my pregnant ass while he brutally took me from behind. It was hot. I didn’t feel love for him the way I did for Ashley, but it was sex.

Another thing he liked to do was molest my now lactating breasts and drink from me. I loved it.

Slowly, he’d put his lips on my nipple, urging the milk to come out. He’d gently rub his hand on my pussy, making a velvety lather appear on his hand.

As I relaxed, he’d attempt to shove his big fist inside of me, and chew and suck hard on my breasts, letting my pregnant tits nourish his body.

As much as I loved the rough sex, I was beginning to feel a tidbit abused. I longed to have Ashley whenever I wanted, to feel his loving, long strokes penetrate me.

I felt immense guilt whenever I saw him. He was faithful, gorgeous, and hard-working. He had sacrificed his adolescence and easy life for the family I demanded we create.

His fit body would fall into a deep state of unconsciousness whenever his head hit the pillow.

And through it all, he remained madly in love with me, buying me little presents, taking me to the doctor, and giving me foot massages.

We had decided to have sex that night. He eased my clothes off my large body, being as gentle as possible.

As we slowly and easily made love, I noticed an odd difference in Ashley. As sweet and loving as he was being, I didn’t see Heaven in his eyes. In fact, as impossible as it seemed, he was actually intimidating me.

I tried to relax and enjoy myself but it just wasn’t happening.

Ashley leaned in and kissed my ear and then said, “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing.” I gave him a weak smile.

“No, something is wrong,” he licked my ear passionately.

“No, no,” I reassured him.

“Maybe a little guilt?”

I swallowed hard, “I’m suddenly not feeling so good-”

“Too worn out from your other boyfriend?” He bit my earlobe and I screamed. “It’s okay honey, I’ll make you all better.”

I tried to get him off of me in vain. I was caught like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. Shit, I thought. What was he going to do now? I just couldn’t lose the man I love.

“If I were you, I would be a very good girl now.”

“Please, please Ashley I will be, just get off of me now?”

“Baby, baby, baby girl,” he began nuzzling my neck as I lied frozen stiff, “I just want you to know that I love you, and I won’t accept that. Now I hear your boyfriend likes to spank your pregnant ass?”

“No honey, please no.”

He pulled my weighted body down and bent me over the bed.

I couldn’t help but cry. He had degraded me somehow. I was humiliated. “No please, I’ll never do it again.”

When he was finished, I sprawled out on the floor and sobbed at his feet. How could I have been such a fool? Only a good for nothing slutty bitch would do the type of things I’d done.

“Please hold me Ashley, I’m sorry.”

“You know I want to Love, but I can’t let you do that to us again.” He then helped me onto the bed and put me face down.

I felt his long fingers trailing along my asshole, making me beyond nervous.

I had no warning as his cock filled my tight virgin ass, already sore from the punishment. “Ashley! Oh god no,” I pouted.

How could my loving, sweet, innocent little Ashley be doing this to me? It was too much for me to take; the emotional pain along with the physical brutality, I’d struggle if only I wasn’t so turned on.

“Take it all you damn cunt!” His hands pulled at my hair, scaring me slightly more.

My fingers squeezed restlessly at the mattress. I was so angry at myself. At least I wouldn’t have to face him with such guilt anymore.

Now Ashley did have a good sized cock, but I can’t begin to tell you how huge it felt in my ass, all that with my weight on my pregnant belly.

When the anal beating was over, he turned me over and started kissing my tears away. “Don’t ever make me do that to you again.”

“I promise. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He then put my nipple in his mouth and forced me to nurse him. My exhausted body fed him and loved him just like he did for me.

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The sensuality of a fertile woman is a natural animal instinct that attracts men. Maiesiophiliacs are pregnancy fetishists; they find different aspects of pregnancy highly erotic and seek out women who are carrying or in some cases appear to be with child. There are many facets to maiesiophilia; some prefer the entire pregnant package, and others are more attracted to emotional changes, while others find that the physical changes lure them.

Alana Love is a pregnant sex worker at the Bunny Ranch, a legal brothel in Reno Nevada. She decided to become an employee at the ranch after she became pregnant and is a popular pick amongst its customers. On an episode on The Tyra Banks Show, a clip from Bunny Ranch line-up shows a patron who flew to Nevada in the hopes of spending some time with Love before she goes on maternity leave. Love is such a popular pick at the Bunny Ranch that Hustler asked her to grace their pages to be a pregnant pin-up.

We live in a society that treasures breasts not for their intended purposes but for their sex appeal. Plump large breasts are an obsession for many and a seemingly positive aspect of changes that occur during pregnancy; however, it may only be something positive for breast obsessed. Often, breasts are tender and swollen to the touch during this time as the ducts are beginning to fill with milk. While a pair of lactating breasts is not what many yearn for, others find a lactating breast a succulent feast. Lactophilia is a type of maiesiophilia that occurs after a woman gives birth and begins an adult nursing relationship (ANR) with her partner. A woman does not have to give birth to breastfeed; there are medications and methods to induce and continue lactating and fulfilling the fetish. Couples involved in adult breastfeeding typically have to commit to a feeding schedule, as would a mother feeding an infant and a missed feeding usually requires the breasts to be pumped. For some, ANR is similar to a dominant/slave relationship where the bond that develops is the most exciting and comforting part of the fetish. They develop a mutual dependency and need one another for fulfillment. The feeder may enjoy that she provides satisfaction for someone’s need for nurturing and controls the breast.
The positive attention one gets while being pregnant can also help in making it enjoyable and make a woman more likely to do it again without the stipulation of having to raise a child. However, surrogates are not the only ones who are serial birth givers. Women like Nadya Suleman, the Octomom, had six children before giving birth to her octuplets. On an episode of Dr. Phil, when asked if she enjoyed pregnancy, she claimed to hate it though she felt having six children were not enough. Despite Suleman’s claims, the attention the pregnancy and birth of her octuplets has brought her is probably more than she can ever imagine and if a fetish for being pregnant and giving birth is not what she realizes she has, this serial mom just has the common fetish in the world— attention seeking.

Appreciation and arousal for the pregnant body is not only left to fetishists. It is no longer taboo in Hollywood to hide your baby bump. Now, celebrities glamorize pregnancy and flaunt their baby bumps for cameras and magazines. In 1991, Demi Moore posed naked for the cover of Vanity Fair while seven months pregnant and over the years other celebrities followed. Nicole Richie adorned a bikini on the beach showing off her pregnancy.