Ever since I was a young teenager I have had a fetish for pregnant women. Then I didn't know what a fetish was. I had no idea I wasn't the only one. I felt so dirty. Actually it wasn't a pregnant fetish but more a milky breast fetish. I had to be 23 before this ever became something I could find out how it was in reality.

I was in a pub drinking a little to much where I met this girl. She was around my age and sober and pregnant. She was a friend of a friend. She was around 7 months pregnant and I was in love at first sight, but she had a boyfriend. The father of the child. I showered her with drunk compliments and she actually liked it. The next few months we kept in contact and just after she gave birth her boyfriend split. He had a drug problem and got arrested shortly after he split.

She being afraid of him need a place to stay until she could get a new place about 3 weeks later so she stayed with me. You can't give the couch to a pregnant woman so she slept in my bed. Of course it lead to sex. One morning she was leaking breast milk all over the bed and sheets. I was excited. It turns out she was into bondage and other kinky stuff too so one day I got to tie her up in the living room. As she hung there tied up her breast began to leak. It wasn't breast feeding time so the first drops I just wiped away. She moaned and I spend the next hour suckling on her breasts. I was in heaven and so was she. She said it was always a kinda sexual experience when her baby sucked milk but it was pushed away by her mind, because it was her baby.

I have since met a few breast feeding mothers since. They all say the same. Cant wait for my next one.

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​It all started when I was 17. I met this girl at the dorm where I lived. She was kinda crazy but she was my first true love. In bed she asked med if I would spank her, pull her hair and stuff like that. I really liked it and over time it developed. after a year I dominated her 24/7 and it was rough. Her body was getting used to the punishment. She would do anything I asked. In the beginning I was drunk with power but it soon changed to liking it and a feeling of satisfaction. But she was crazy. She had several mental illness's one being paranoia and another being schizophrenia. Being together we handled it. If she had a sad day nothing would cheer her up like a good spanking. If she had a manic day, restraints would help. Orgasms heal everything right`?

But when I had to go with school to Greece I came home to the message that she killed herself. She had a depressed day and ended it all.

I can see today that it was a sick and wrong relationship. I dont think in the long run it would be good for either of us. She needed professional help and I needed normal people.

But after this I was into BDSM big time.

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I had been chatting with this girl for some time and she was submissive soul. She had the fantasy of being someones slave for a long time. So who was I to not help her. She had just demand. She would be a slave from when she entered my home til she left 7 days later. She came to my home. I had told her the rules. The rules were quite extensive but she had them for 3 weeks to learn. There was punishment for not following the rules.

She entered and started undressing immediately. She was going to be naked for the next week. I am gonna tell you about an incident on the 5th day she was there. He body was bruised and battered from punishment. She liked to be punished and often misbehaved just to be punished.

This was not pure BDSM there was a VERY sexual perspective over it all. She slept in my bed, I fucked her in the evening, and teased her by night. Many orgasms was involved. This day I had been teasing her since we awoke. She was mad with lust and the desire for pain. After 8 hours of this she could handle no more and lay on the floor pleading for permission to orgasm. I gave her a whipping so she cried. Then I gave her permission. She came for almost 40 minutes. It was a powerful experience. All through this I just sat there holding her. I had never in my life felt that close to any other person.

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When I was in my mid 20s I found this guy around my age in a small town not far from where I lived. By small town I mean more like 40 houses and nothing else. You could see all the houses from almost everywhere and he was afraid of anyone knowing who he was teaming up with. Being gay in this small christian community was not easy. So I took the train to the near by city late in the night, and he picked me up. He drove me to his home. I had to be hidden in the car and go to the house and not be seen.

Why did I agree to this secrecy? Well I was young and experimenting. He said that his penis was 9-10 inches long and 2 inches wide. I saw pictures. In those days it was not common to fake pictures except if you just took someone else's picture. I was doubtful when we met but just feeling it in the car convinced me.

Well we got to his house. I sneaked in. We went to his bedroom in the back of the house. No lights and all the curtains pulled down. I got naked and he looked at my 7 inch cock. He smiled and opened his pants. Oh behold the glory. It was everything he ever said and growing. The next 3 days I worshiped it almost every second of the day.

He was a kind and gentle man but he was not ready to come out of the closet. On the 3rd day after darkness he took me back to my home. I was so sore I had problems sitting. But I was happy.

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