(fetish, cosplay, faun, modification, consensual) Cosplay reality.
By ChangeYourPassword
Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.
This tale is a stand-alone story of an adventure at Paradise Isle. Please read at least the first section of the ‘Island Paradise, The Beginning’ for background on the wonderful island and its sexual vacation orientation. It sets the stage for this and other stories of sexual pleasures encountered on the island.
Finley had always loved cosplay. Her fascination with it began when she was in junior high, and she discovered fantasy fiction novels. She adored the ones with mythical woodland creatures, princesses, fairies, elves and satyrs. The good and the bad.
In high istanbul travesti school she had assembled her first costume, and living in Southern California, she was lucky enough to be able to wear it to the greatest convention of them all, San Diego Comic-Con. Of course, she attended many other, similar conventions, as well. There were a number of them within range of her home.
Most of her friends at school, and her parents as well, thought she was weird, but no matter – she enjoyed the fantasy and the costumes, and by spending much of her free time in her room, making new outfits, she got very good at looking the part of whichever character she was enamored with at the time.
After graduation she found herself a job in phone sales, where she could work from home, making and handling calls. It was easy work, and with her outgoing and friendly personality, she did quite well at it. So well in fact, that she soon found herself making a decent living. She was able to move into an apartment, in a nice new complex, travesti istanbul in Orange County. The place had two bedrooms, one of which became her costume shop.
It was there that she designed and made her all-time favorite character. It was her dream ‘faun’ creature, an amalgam of several classes of fantasy being. Including aspects that were more like a female satyr, or what the D she’d never had it so good.
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At their wedding, Finley wore a traditional, and beautiful white gown. She looked absolutely lovely.
But she insisted, as a whimsical touch, in wearing a pair of elf ears that delighted Liam, and her cosplayer friends in attendance, but stunned their more conservative family and friends.
Liam loved her for it, and he rejected any critical questioning from the guests, no matter who they were.
After the ceremony, and the reception, they spent their first official night as husband and wife, in a resort up the coast.
And as it was the first time that istanbul travestileri Finley had been out in just her elf ears, Liam enjoyed the looks, stares and subtle comments that his new wife drew from staff and guests, alike.
And he relished making love to his bride with her sexy elven ears.
Their love making, that night was more passionate than ever before, both of them delighted to be man and wife.
Recovering afterwards, Liam held her and kissed her, and then whispered into her long and slender ear. “We need to sleep; we have to get up early to catch our flight.”
“You never told me where we’re going.” Finley said, as she nibbled on his boring human ear. She’d been curious for months, but he had refused to tell her. He did enjoy surprising her, and his surprises were always wonderful.
“Because it’s a surprise.”
“Arg! You can’t tell me, even now? I am your wife, you know. We share everything.”
“I did tell you that it’s a warm beachy place in the Caribbean, right?”
“Yes.” Still nibbling, and driving him wild.
“And that it’s a wonderful resort, where we can enjoy a lot of sex. Right?”
She giggled. “Oh, that. Yes, you mentioned it.”
“Well, that’s enough for now. You’ll see it all, late tomorrow. It will be a long trip.”