: the subjective interpretation (a story) of someone's behavior (that may or may not be true) that is used to blame, criticize or otherwise target them as the cause of something
I have nothing to say about your story-blame comments that I drank too much and was flirting with everyone because the facts are, I had one beer and I didn't flirt with anyone.
by MOLove1966 March 14, 2021
Get the story-blamemug. by Tyson Daniel August 30, 2021
Get the Shea storymug. by Hsnsban February 24, 2020
Get the Hood FriendShip Storymug. Dena told Shawn a semi true story the other night. It wasn't completely true, but not completely false either. True story
by DenaLee June 22, 2016
Get the semi true storymug. In a cozy London flat, under the glow of dim lamps, Emma scrolled through her laptop, chasing a spark for her restless curiosity. One night, she stumbled across fetishstories.net, a site brimming with tales of unconventional desires. A story about a secret club where fisting was revered as an act of trust caught her eye.
Intrigued, Emma tracked down a similar underground gathering in the city. In a candlelit basement, masked and nervous, she met Theo, a man whose hands told their own story—strong, gentle, deliberate. “Fisting isn’t just physical,” he said, offering a glove slick with warm oil. “It’s surrender.”
In the soft shadows, with faint music pulsing, Theo guided her through an experience beyond the body—a connection where boundaries melted. Emma trembled, each movement a wave of pleasure, each whispered word a tether. When it ended, she was breathless, a smile saying what words couldn’t.
The next morning, she returned to fetishstories.net, hunting new stories, but none could rival the one she’d lived.
Intrigued, Emma tracked down a similar underground gathering in the city. In a candlelit basement, masked and nervous, she met Theo, a man whose hands told their own story—strong, gentle, deliberate. “Fisting isn’t just physical,” he said, offering a glove slick with warm oil. “It’s surrender.”
In the soft shadows, with faint music pulsing, Theo guided her through an experience beyond the body—a connection where boundaries melted. Emma trembled, each movement a wave of pleasure, each whispered word a tether. When it ended, she was breathless, a smile saying what words couldn’t.
The next morning, she returned to fetishstories.net, hunting new stories, but none could rival the one she’d lived.
by FetishStories May 13, 2025
Get the Fetish Storiesmug. sex story pt 7!!
he slides in and out of me with fast movements, yet the thrusts themselves aren't too fast because he's sliding in and out as much of his length as he can, exactly how i like it, or i should say, love it – because i absolutely can't get enough of it. my legs start to recoil toward my body as my already loud moans get louder, my body tenses and my fingers dig into his sides. 'cum for me, baby girl, cum for daddy' he reassures me as my eyes gloss over, my head falls back and i squirt hard right above his cock. it keeps coming out harder every thrust he makes and my toes curl harder. my grip loosens just a little bit but suddenly gets even tighter as i have another orgasm before i even stopped squirting from the first. as he grabs my face, pulls it up and starts to kiss me passionately with me with our eyes wide open and still gazing at each other's, my grip tightens once again, feeling another orgasm come on. my eyes quake violently, but i don't break eye contact for a second. nothing would break my focus staring into his gorgeous eyes the color of tree bark in the autumn in this moment. as we felt the embrace of each others warm souls, completely naked, flesh against flesh, he starts struggling to kiss me back so i stop too as he stammers 'b-baby i'm gon— baby i'm coming !!' the expression he has as he still gazes into my eyes is as if he's letting his heart and soul melt inside of me.
he slides in and out of me with fast movements, yet the thrusts themselves aren't too fast because he's sliding in and out as much of his length as he can, exactly how i like it, or i should say, love it – because i absolutely can't get enough of it. my legs start to recoil toward my body as my already loud moans get louder, my body tenses and my fingers dig into his sides. 'cum for me, baby girl, cum for daddy' he reassures me as my eyes gloss over, my head falls back and i squirt hard right above his cock. it keeps coming out harder every thrust he makes and my toes curl harder. my grip loosens just a little bit but suddenly gets even tighter as i have another orgasm before i even stopped squirting from the first. as he grabs my face, pulls it up and starts to kiss me passionately with me with our eyes wide open and still gazing at each other's, my grip tightens once again, feeling another orgasm come on. my eyes quake violently, but i don't break eye contact for a second. nothing would break my focus staring into his gorgeous eyes the color of tree bark in the autumn in this moment. as we felt the embrace of each others warm souls, completely naked, flesh against flesh, he starts struggling to kiss me back so i stop too as he stammers 'b-baby i'm gon— baby i'm coming !!' the expression he has as he still gazes into my eyes is as if he's letting his heart and soul melt inside of me.
by benadryljams February 10, 2024
Get the sex storymug. by #junoeuropeae July 18, 2021
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