My secret fetish desires

I have a secret sexual fetish and living it arouse me a lot. It is so bizarre that I have not shared it with anyone. My turn on is very wet gelled slicked hair

I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, my heart pounding with that familiar ache of lust. At 25 now, I'd known about my wet gelled slick hair fetish since I was 18, when I first squeezed a thick dollop of styling gel into my palm and smeared it through my short blond pixie cut. The way it made my hair cling flat against my scalp, dripping wet and shiny, turning my androgynous features even more boyish—it ignited something primal in me. My blue eyes stared back, wide with hunger, as I layered more gel on tonight. I pumped out generous squirts from the bottle, rubbing it between my hands until they were slick and cold, then raked my fingers through the strands. I worked it in deep, from roots to tips, until every blond hair was plastered down, excess gel trickling down my forehead and neck in shiny rivulets. My small tits heaved under my tank top as I tilted my head, watching the drips slide over my skin. Fuck, I looked like a slicked-back boy ready to be ravaged.
The heat between my legs built fast. I grabbed my thick dildo from the nightstand, the silicone shaft veined and realistic, and hiked up my skirt. No panties tonight—just bare pussy lips already swelling with need. I pressed the fat head right against my clit, grinding hard in slow circles while my free hand yanked at my sensitive nipples. I pinched one, twisting until it throbbed, then switched to the other, pulling the small bud away from my chest. In the mirror, I watched my reflection: slick hair dripping, blue eyes glazing over, pussy lips parting as I rubbed the dildo faster. Juices leaked out, coating the toy, and I gasped, hips bucking. 'Yes, fuck, just like that,' I muttered to myself, imagining a girl just like me—blond pixie, blue eyes, small tits—letting me slick her hair the same way. The thought pushed me closer, my clit pulsing under the pressure. I came hard, thighs shaking, a gush of wetness soaking my hand as I kept grinding through the spasms. But it wasn't enough. I needed the real thing. I needed to find her.
That's why I decided on the gay club in the neighbouring town. I'd heard it was wild, full of bodies grinding without boundaries—men, women, everyone in between. I wanted to lose myself there, become an exhibitionist slut in my tight short dress that barely covered my ass, heavy smokey makeup smudged around my eyes to make my blue gaze pop fierce and inviting.

My hair was already gelled slick from my solo session, still damp and boyish, perfect for drawing hands to it. I slipped into the dress, the fabric hugging my slim hips and small tits, nipples poking through. A quick line of coke off the bathroom counter got me buzzing, high and loose, ready to tease. I drove over, the night air whipping through the open window, making my slick hair feel even wetter against my scalp.
The club pulsed like a living heart when I walked in—bass thumping through the floor, strobe lights cutting through the haze of smoke and sweat. Bodies packed the dance floor, a mix of leather-clad guys, glittery women, trans folks owning the night. I felt eyes on me immediately, my short dress riding up as I swayed toward the bar. 'Shooter,' I demanded, slamming cash down. The bartender poured tequila, and I knocked it back, the burn spreading heat through my veins. Another, then a third—strangers from the crowd started circling, hands brushing my arms, my waist. I leaned into it, grinding my ass back against a firm crotch behind me, not caring if it was a man or woman. 'Touch me,' I whispered over the music, arching my neck to show off my dripping slick hair.
Fingers tangled in it first—a woman's hand, nails painted black, gripping the wet strands and yanking my head back. She pressed a shooter to my lips from behind, forcing the liquid down my throat. I choked it down, coughing as liquor spilled over my chin, mixing with the gel drips. 'Good girl,' she growled in my ear, her other hand sliding up my thigh under the dress. I danced harder, exhibitionist fire in my blood, high from the coke and the eyes devouring me. A guy's palm cupped my small tit through the fabric, squeezing rough, thumb flicking my nipple until it hardened. I moaned, pushing my pussy against his thigh, feeling the heat build. More hands joined—someone groped my ass, fingers dipping between my cheeks; another pulled my hair, slick gel smearing onto their skin. They passed shooters around, tilting my head back and pouring straight into my open mouth. Tequila burned, making me dizzy, inhibitions shattering like glass. I was drunk now, sloppy and free, grinding on strangers, letting them touch everywhere.

In the crush of bodies, I spotted her. Across the dance floor, under a flashing light: a young girl, maybe 20, with that same androgynous vibe. Blond pixie hair tousled but begging to be slicked, blue eyes locking onto mine with raw curiosity. Small tits under a cropped top, slim hips in tight jeans. She moved like she craved the same chaos, hips rolling to the beat. Our gazes held, lust sparking instant and electric. I pushed through the crowd, hands still groping me—a slap on my ass, a pinch on my thigh—but I zeroed in on her. 'Dance with me,' I said, voice husky from the booze, grabbing her wrist. She smirked, letting me pull her close. Her body fit against mine perfectly, small tits brushing my chest as we swayed.
'You like it wet?' I murmured, running my gel-slick fingers through her pixie cut. She shivered, nodding, her blue eyes darkening. 'Fuck yes. Slick it for me.' We ground together, my dress hiking up, her jeans pressing against my bare pussy. Strangers watched, some cheering, others joining the press of bodies. A guy behind her groped her ass; a woman beside me yanked my hair, forcing another shooter down my throat. I swallowed, choking on the liquid fire, then turned and kissed the girl hard—tongues sliding wet, tasting salt and tequila. Her hands roamed my body, pinching my nipples through the dress, making me gasp into her mouth.
We didn't last long on the floor. 'Come home with me,' I begged, nipping her lip. She nodded, eager, and we stumbled out, my head spinning from the drinks and dope. In the car, I couldn't wait—fingers in her hair, messing it up as she fingered my pussy under the dress, two digits plunging in raw and fast. I drove erratic, moaning as she abused my clit with her thumb, rubbing circles that made my walls clench. 'You're so wet,' she laughed, pulling out to suck her fingers clean. At my place, we crashed through the door, tearing at clothes. Her cropped top hit the floor, revealing small tits like mine, nipples already peaked. I shoved her jeans down, exposing her shaved pussy, lips puffy and ready.
But first, the hair. I dragged her to the bathroom mirror, grabbing the gel bottle. 'Watch,' I commanded, squirting a thick stream into my palm. Her eyes widened, breath hitching as I smeared it into her blond pixie, layering it heavy. I worked my fingers through, slicking every strand flat, boyish and dripping. Excess gel ran down her forehead, over her cheeks, dripping onto her small tits.

She moaned, hands gripping the sink, pussy visibly clenching as she watched herself transform. 'More,' she gasped. I pumped out another handful, rubbing it in until her hair was soaked, wet strands plastered tight, looking just like mine—dripping, shiny, fuckable. I yanked her head back by the slick locks, choking her lightly with the grip, her throat exposed. 'You love this, don't you? Looking like a slick boy slut.' She nodded, whimpering, her blue eyes pleading in the mirror.I spun her around, pushing her against the counter, my dress still on but hiked up. My hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing as I kissed her hard, tongues thrusting. She bucked against me, small tits pressing into mine. I released her neck, trailing fingers down to her pussy—teasing first, tracing her outer lips without entering, making her hips jerk. 'Beg for it,'
I whispered, slick gel from my hands smearing onto her thighs. 'Please, touch my pussy,' she whined, pulling at her own nipples. I chuckled, choking her again with one hand while the other dipped in shallow, just the tips of two fingers circling her entrance, spreading her wetness but denying penetration. She writhed, choking gasps turning to pleas, her slick hair flopping wet against her face as she tried to grind down.
Finally, I gave in—but rough. I shoved three fingers deep into her raw pussy, no mercy, stretching her walls as I pumped hard. She cried out, legs spreading wider, the mirror fogging from our heat. I abused her clit with my thumb, pinching and rubbing brutal, while my other hand tightened on her throat, choking off her air in pulses. Her pussy clenched around my fingers, gushing slick as I finger-fucked her faster, curling to hit that spot inside. 'Cum for me, you slick-haired slut,' I growled, yanking her dripping hair to tilt her head back. She shattered, walls spasming, squirting over my hand as her body shook, nipples pulled taut by her own frantic tugs.
But I wasn't done. I grabbed the dildo from the bedroom, still slick from my earlier use, and bent her over the sink. Her ass up, pussy exposed and red from the abuse. I teased again—rubbing the head along her slit, pressing on her clit without pushing in, choking her from behind with one hand in her wet hair. She begged, pushing back, desperate. Then I slammed in, the thick shaft burying deep in her raw pussy, stretching her wide. I fucked her hard, hips slapping against her ass, pulling her hair like reins to arch her back.

My free hand reached around, fingers abusing her clit—pinching, slapping lightly, rubbing raw until she screamed. I choked her throat again, fingers digging in, controlling her breaths as I pounded deeper, the gel from her hair dripping onto the counter. She came twice more like that—pussy milking the dildo, juices running down her thighs—before I pulled out and flipped her to face me. I slicked my own hair again with fresh gel, making it drip anew, then straddled her on the bathroom floor. Our small tits rubbed together, nipples catching, as I ground my pussy on her thigh, her on mine. Hands in each other's slick hair, choking and pulling, we tribbed frantic, clits smashing wet and direct. The raw friction built fast, her abused pussy lips swollen against my own. We came together, bodies slick with gel and sweat, choking gasps mingling as orgasms ripped through us.
Later, tangled in bed, her head on my chest, hair still wet and boyish, I knew I'd found her. My dream girl, open to it all—ready for more gel, more abuse, more nights like this. And I was just getting started.
We lay there in the dim glow of my bedside lamp, bodies still humming from the aftershocks, her slicked hair damp against my skin. Her blue eyes flicked up to mine, a wicked spark in them that told me this wasn't over. 'That was just the start,' she whispered, her voice rough from the choking, fingers tracing lazy circles over my small tit. 'I've dreamed about this shit for years. Rough. Hard. No holding back.' I propped myself on an elbow, heart racing again as she sat up, her boyish pixie cut flopping wet strands across her forehead. 'Tell me,' I urged, my hand sliding down to cup her abused pussy, feeling the heat radiating from her swollen lips.
She bit her lip, leaning into my touch. 'I want my hair gelled harsher—piled on until it's dripping everywhere, making me look like a slick young boy ready to get wrecked. Choke me till I see stars, ruin my nipples with bites and twists, destroy my clit until I can't take it. And fuck... I want my ass taken like a gay boy. Stuffed deep, no mercy. I've jerked off to that fantasy forever, imagining someone forcing me open back there while I beg for more abuse.' Her words hit me like fuel on fire, my own pussy clenching at the raw need in her voice. I nodded, grabbing her wrist. 'Then let's make it real. Now…!!

I pulled her back to the bathroom, the tile cool under our bare feet. She stood in front of the mirror, small tits rising with quick breaths, her blue eyes locked on her reflection—already partially slicked from earlier, but not enough. I snatched the gel bottle, pumping out a massive glob into both palms, the clear stuff cold and viscous. 'Watch yourself turn into that boy slut,' I said, stepping behind her. My fingers dove into her pixie cut, smearing the gel roughly from the start. I raked it through harshly, tugging strands to coat every inch, layering it thick until globs slid down her temples. She moaned, hips shifting, as I worked faster—fingers gripping her scalp, pulling her head side to side to slick it flat. Excess dripped heavy now, running in shiny trails over her cheeks, neck, and onto her chest, pooling between her small tits.
'Harder,' she gasped, her hand reaching back to squeeze my thigh. I obliged, squeezing out more gel directly onto her crown, massaging it in with brutal pressure, nails scraping her scalp lightly to heighten the sting. Her hair plastered completely, boyish and soaked, dripping like she'd just emerged from a shower. Wet strands clung to her forehead, making her blue eyes stand out sharper, more vulnerable. I yanked a fistful, jerking her head back to expose her throat. 'Look at you—wet, slick, begging to be abused.' She whimpered, pussy lips visibly parting below as arousal leaked down her inner thighs.
I spun her to face me, shoving her against the wall. My mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard—teeth grazing the bud before biting down sharp. She cried out, arching, but pushed her chest forward. 'More! Ruin them!' I twisted the bitten nipple between my fingers, pulling it long and taut while my other hand choked her throat, thumb pressing her windpipe just enough to make her gasp. Her face flushed, eyes watering, but she ground her hips against my leg, clit throbbing against my skin. I switched sides, sucking the other nipple deep into my mouth, tongue flicking before clamping teeth again—biting harder this time, leaving red marks. She bucked, choking sounds turning to pleas: 'Fuck, yes—destroy my tits! Bite harder!' Her hands clawed at my shoulders, urging me on as I released her throat to trail bites down her slicked chest, nipping the gel-smeared skin. I dropped to my knees, face level with her pussy—lips red and puffy from before, clit peeking out swollen. But I teased first, blowing cool air over it, watching her thighs tremble.

'Please,' she begged, fingers tangling in her own wet hair, pulling it to mimic the slick boy look she craved. I gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them wide, but focused on her front—lips brushing her inner thighs, sucking the skin there without touching her core. She whined, hips thrusting forward. 'Stuff my cunt! Abuse it!' Finally, I plunged three fingers straight into her pussy, no warning—knuckling deep into her tight heat, walls clenching greedy around the invasion. I pumped rough, twisting my wrist to stretch her wider, thumb slamming down on her clit. I rubbed it brutal, circling fast then pinching the nub hard, rolling it until she screamed. 'Like that? Your clit's getting destroyed,' I growled, leaning in to suck her pussy lips into my mouth—tugging one between my teeth, biting lightly while my fingers fucked deeper. She sobbed, legs shaking, but begged louder: 'Harder! Ruin my clit—make it hurt!' I bit her clit directly then, teeth grazing the sensitive peak before sucking it vacuum-tight, my fingers curling inside to abuse her g-spot with harsh jabs.
Her juices flooded my hand, pussy squelching loud as I stuffed her fuller—adding a fourth finger, stretching her raw walls to the limit. She choked on her own cries, one hand yanking her dripping hair while the other pinched her own nipple, twisting vicious. 'Choke me while you wreck my cunt!' she demanded. I rose slightly, free hand wrapping her throat again, squeezing firm as I finger-banged her pussy mercilessly. Her face turned red, veins pulsing, but her hips slammed down, chasing the abuse. She came explosively—walls spasming wild around my fingers, squirting hot over my wrist—but I didn't stop. 'More? You want your clit destroyed more?' I taunted, slapping her pussy lightly after pulling out, the wet smack echoing. 'Yes! Fuck, beg—don't stop abusing me!'
I pushed her down onto the bathroom rug, her slick body sprawling. Grabbing the dildo again—now slick with her cum—I teased her ass first, rubbing the thick head along her crack, pressing against the tight pucker without entering. She lifted her hips, presenting like the gay boy in her fantasy, wet hair flopping forward. 'Fuck my ass! Like a boy—hard and deep!' I slicked the toy with more gel from her hair, the cold stuff making her shiver, then choked her from above, hand on her throat as I pushed the tip in slow. Her ring resisted, then yielded—stretching around the girth as I sank inch by inch, raw and unyielding.

She gasped, choking under my grip, blue eyes tearing up in the mirror's reflection across the room. 'Deeper—wreck my ass!' I thrust harder, burying the full length, then pulled back to slam in again, setting a punishing rhythm. My other hand reached for her pussy, stuffing two fingers back in alongside the ass-fucking, double-penetrating her holes. I bit her shoulder, teeth sinking in as I pounded her ass, the dildo stretching her wide. Her small tits bounced with each thrust, nipples raw and red. She begged through choked breaths: 'Bite my neck! Choke tighter—make me your slick boy slut!' I obliged, mouth latching onto her neck, sucking a bruise while tightening my fingers on her throat, air cut off in pulses.
Her body convulsed, ass clenching the dildo like a vice as another orgasm built. I abused her clit again—fingers pinching and rubbing savage, destroying the swollen nub while I fucked her ass deeper, hips slapping her cheeks. 'Cum like the boy you are—wet and slicked!' She shattered, crying out hoarsely, pussy gushing around my fingers, ass milking the toy in spasms. But she still begged: 'Don't stop! More abuse—ruin me all night!' I pulled the dildo out slow, her hole gaping slightly, then flipped her onto her back. Straddling her chest, I smeared fresh gel into my own hair—layering it copious until it dripped onto her face, mixing with her tears and sweat.
We gelled each other then, hands slick and frantic—me raking more into her pixie until it was sopping anew, her fingers in mine, pulling and smearing. Our small tits pressed together, nipples rubbing raw as we ground pussies once more, but I reached for a strap-on from the drawer, buckling it on quick. The harness pressed against my clit as I positioned the new cock—thicker—at her ass again. 'Ready for round two, boy?' She nodded, choking herself lightly with one hand, the other pulling her nipple hard. I thrust in, filling her ass completely, then leaned down to suck and bite her tits—teeth clamping nipples, tugging until she screamed for more.
Hours blurred like that—choking, biting, stuffing her cunt and ass interchangeably, her slick hair drying only to be rewetted with gel and our combined slickness. She begged through every peak, crying for harsher abuse, her body marked with bites and bruises, looking every bit the destroyed, wet boy slut of her dreams. And I gave it all, lost in the pleasure of breaking her just right, knowing we'd chase this high forever.