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  First eBook Edition: August 2007

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  Contents

  Copyright

  SEX-ATIONAL FIXATIONS

  Introduction

  Admirer of Breasts Finds a Lovely Woman Willing to Indulge His Every Fantasy

  Leather-Loving Woman Is Sitting in the Lap of Luxury with Her Hipster Stud

  Toes Are Tops! Woman Wowed by Enthusiasm of Fan of the Female Foot

  Getting to Shave Her Head Bald Is an Aphrodisiac Like No Other

  Her Feet Are the Best Part of Her Body and He Dutifully Worships Them

  Shiny Squeaky Balloons Make Him Want to Pop His Load

  Concerning a Cherry, a Ripe Cantaloupe, and a Sporting Couple into Wrestling

  Dressing-Room Thrills for Couple Turned On by Satin and Lace

  The Clink of Metal Gets Her Pussy Wet and Raring to Go

  Cigarettes Aren’t Just for After Sex for One Smokin’ Couple

  Her Boots Make a Submissive Guy Bow Down and Worship Them

  Her Erect Nipples Thrill Her Hubby Again and Again

  He Falls Under the Seductive Spell of Her Long Black Hair

  A Woman’s Sexy Shoes Inspire a Newfound Fetish

  Lusting for Leather—Wife of Tannery Worker Thrills to Aroma of Earthy, Erotic Suede

  In Praise of Beautiful Female Bottoms

  Love Those Panties! Man Into Female Undies Meets His Dream Woman

  A Friend’s Visit Turns Into a Triple Play as Two Women Sport Stockings for One Lucky Hubby

  Pierced Nipples Provide Hours of Fun for Happy Kinky Couple

  His Lust for Fishnets Takes a New Turn When He Wears Them

  Leather and Latex Fans Celebrate D&S at Wild Fetish Parties

  Body Painting Turns Everyday Young Couple into Exotic Creatures from Another World

  In for a New Piece, Tattooed Temptation Leaves Her Mark on Sexy Artist

  Our Newfound Friend Proves to Be an Artiste with a Razor!

  He Shaves Her Pussy, Slathers Her with Oil, Chills Her with Ice—And She Says, More!

  Of Pleated Skirts, Combat Boots, and Watermelon Bubble Gum

  Oh, How I Cherish Full-Figured Women in Tight-Fitting Foundation Garments

  Down for the Count, a Submissive Husband Discovers the Erotic Side of Wrestling

  The Little Gold Ring in My Girlfriend’s Clit Brought Us Both a Whole Lot of Joy

  Going Bare “Down There” Did Wonders for Our Sex Life

  Breathless with Desire In the Exquisite Embrace of a Corset

  Fan of Female Asses Opens the Door to Pleasure—Just a Crack

  So Round, So Firm, and So Very Inviting, Her Large Breasts Are Driving Him Wild

  Sticking My Tongue Out to Lick Up My Come from My Wife’s Feet Was Totally Awesome

  A Pierced and Padlocked Cock Keeps Me by Her Side

  His Mistress Responds

  Sexy Shopper Finds the Perfect Shoes, and Gets Her Ass Fucked to Boot!

  Just Who Is That in the Catsuit, Dishwashing Gloves, and Bathing Cap? Why, It’s Rubber Maid!

  Nylon Lover Helps His Girlfriend Get a Leg Up on Pleasure

  Discovering My Husband’s Sissy Side Made Our Sex Life More Complete

  Slave’s Virgin Visit to Her Dungeon Lets Him Explore New Ways to Get Spanked

  Thunder Is Music to Their Ears—And Her Ass—As Hubby Spanks Wife While Storm Rages Outside

  Her Best Friend Finds Her Just the Right Guy to Spank Her Silly

  She Loves the Feeling of Her Well-Warmed Ass After a Good Spanking Session

  “Warming My Guy’s Buns Really Heated Me Up,” Says Surprised Gal

  Las Vegas Showgirl Gets the Spanking She’s Always Wanted

  Man Who Thrills to Having His Butt Beaten Deliberately Loses Bet with Two Pretty Women

  Dual Dildo Means Double the Pleasure for These Sexy Babes

  Bold Waiter Serves Up Hot One-Night Stand to Traveling Businessman

  Female Party of Five Lets It All Hang Out in the Caribbean

  Happy Birthday Boy Spends a Weekend as a Well-Restrained Little Sex Toy

  “Handcuff Me, Honey,” Says Mischievous Wife to Undercover Cop

  The Joy of Being Both Absolutely Safe and Totally Exposed

  Being Blindfolded and Strung Up Gives Her the Freedom to Savor His Cock

  A Party Is the Best Time for a Bunch of “Girls” to Dress Up

  Thrift Store Offers Bonus to Owners in the Form of Big White Wedding Dress—For Him!

  SEX-ATIONAL FIXATIONS

  We all have certain things that turn us on—the silky stroke of her long, black hair . . . the rhythmic tapping of stiletto heels on a hardwood floor . . . contact sports, adapted for the boudoir . . . erogenous zones to be explored. From the sexually savvy editors at Penthouse magazine comes this scintillating book where the focus is on your secret desires—and how to tickle, taunt, and tease your every fancy.

  OTHER BOOKS IN THE SERIES:

  Erotica from Penthouse

  More Erotica from Penthouse

  Erotica from Penthouse III

  Letters to Penthouse I

  Letters to Penthouse II

  Letters to Penthouse III

  Letters to Penthouse IV

  Letters to Penthouse V

  Letters to Penthouse VI

  Letters to Penthouse VII

  Letters to Penthouse VIII

  Letters to Penthouse IX

  Letters to Penthouse X

  Letters to Penthouse XI

  Letters to Penthouse XII

  Letters to Penthouse XIII

  Letters to Penthouse XIV

  Letters to Penthouse XV

  Letters to Penthouse XVI

  Letters to Penthouse XVII

  Letters to Penthouse XVIII

  Letters to Penthouse XIX

  Letters to Penthouse XX

  Letters to Penthouse XXI

  Letters to Penthouse XXII

  Letters to Penthouse XXIII

  Letters to Penthouse XXIV

  Letters to Penthouse XXV

  Letters to Penthouse XXVI

  Letters to Penthouse XXVII

  Letters to Penthouse XXVIII

  Penthouse Uncensored I

  Penthouse Uncensored II

  Penthouse Uncensored III

  Penthouse Uncensored IV

  Penthouse Uncensored V

  Penthouse Variations

  26 Nights: A Sexual Adventure

  Penthouse: Naughty by Nature

  Penthouse: Between the Sheets

  Penthouse Erotic Video Guide

  Introduction

  A sleek, shapely leg encased in smooth nylon. A delicately arched foot with neatly pedicured toenails. The heady aroma of warm leather. The rhythmic tapping of stiletto heels on a wooden floor. One man’s overlooked detail is another’s raison d’être.

  Fetishism is sex stripped down to the bone. It represents a singular desire that launches a thousand orgasms. The mere suggestion of that one sexual longing will kick-start an ordinary evening and turn it into a memory that lasts a lifetime.

  Penthou se Variations readers certainly know what it takes to satisfy their carnal cravings, no matter how extraordinary they might be. In this scintillating collection, men and women confess their kinkiest escapades. Whether their pleasure is feet, shoes, legs, or stockings—or something even more outrageous—these sexual adventurers reveal what really gets them going, and take you along for the wild and sexy ride. So come on in, discover your most secret desires laid bare, and make a few memories of your own.

  Barbara F. Pizio

  Executive Editor

  Penthouse Variations

  Admirer of Breasts Finds a Lovely Woman

  Willing to Indulge His Every Fantasy

  As a dancer I’ve had a chance to travel and meet a lot of people. That’s how I met Frank, my husband. He had attended one of the programs I was in, and eventually talked me into going out with him. A year later we were married.

  We’ve enjoyed a variety of lovemaking ideas, but recently I decided to surprise Frank with something different. I know how much he enjoys seeing me in my dance costumes, and I decided he should find out what it’s like to wear one. For starters, I got out an old pink leotard and, using scissors, made some strategic adjustments.

  The next Saturday night I led Frank into the bedroom and slowly stripped him, teasing every inch of his body. His cock was throbbing by the time I got to it, but I told him I had something special in mind. He laughed when I got out the leotard, but he stepped into it and let me pull it up.

  I could tell the stretchy leotard was having the desired effect. I rubbed my hands over his Lycra-covered body and rubbed his cock through the formfitting material. Frank grabbed me, but I pulled away and told him to wait. I took off my clothes and laid him back on the bed, kissing him hard as I rubbed his cock some more. Then I reached down and manipulated his erection through the small opening I had made in the costume, so that his cock stood straight out.

  I shifted positions and gently licked the head of his cock and then its shaft. I could hear him groaning as he slid two fingers into my wet pussy and began to fuck me with his hand. My teasing continued until he was about to come, and then I rearranged the leotard, tucking his cock back inside the tight material. Frank was thrusting his hips, enjoying the sensation.

  Moving around again, I told him not to mess up his leotard or he’d have to wear dance costumes at least once a month for me. Then I rolled over on him and ground my hips into his as I kissed him hard. As we kissed, I reached down and started pinching his nipples through the fabric. I rolled off him and saw the big wet spot on the front of his costume that signaled he was about to come. Reminding him of his punishment for disobedience, I pulled out his aching member and lowered myself onto it, riding us both to orgasm in moments.

  After he settled down I slid off and onto my back, pulling him down over me. I guided his mouth first to my nipples and then to the wet curls between my legs. As he licked me, I reminded him that his come was flavoring the taste he was enjoying. His agile tongue brought me to a series of climaxes within minutes.

  The next weekend I introduced Frank to several new costumes that I brought home from the costumer’s. He now has a classic tutu with a pink satin top and short, stiff net skirt, a long, flowing gown, and one very frilly satin version of a square-dance costume. By the time he tried on that last one, he couldn’t control himself. The feel of all that satin and net and spandex drove him wild. Sex that night was fabulous!

  Now, whenever I perform, I know Frank is out there not only watching me but enjoying the fantasy of what my costume must feel like. He knows he’ll find out later, and I know that I’ll love the results.

  —Ms. D.A., Mississippi

  Leather-Loving Woman Is Sitting in the Lap of

  Luxury with Her Hipster Stud

  People often ask me about my leather couch. I mean, I guess it does seem a little out of place for a woman whose other furniture consists of milk crates and foam cushions, and who has takeout containers and ratty clothes scattered around her tiny apartment, to have such an expensive piece of furniture as a centerpiece. I try to explain that I scrimped and saved for a year to be able to afford this black beauty because I simply needed something luxurious in my life. Most people seem to find my explanation a little odd, but they accept it nonetheless.

  But there’s more to the story than meets the eye. As far back as I can remember, I have been drawn to leather—its appearance, its texture, its scent. My relationship with leather began as one of simple admiration, but it has built to the point where I can say I am somewhat obsessed with the material. To be blunt, it turns me on. Whether wrapped around the contours of a plush chair or those of a plush male butt, leather is just plain sexy. The sticky crinkle of new leather, the buttery soft caress of worn leather, the subtle, slightly bovine scent, the dull sheen—I love everything about it.

  So, back to the couch, my own special haven. The real reason I bought it is because I love to masturbate while sprawled out naked on a leather couch, feeling the slick coolness against my back and ass in the winter, or the moist adhesiveness clinging to my damp body in the summer. I sleep on my couch every night, and the sensation of being surrounded by leather turns me on to no end. If I pick up a guy and bring him home, I always fuck him right there on the couch. Sometimes when I masturbate I’ll even straddle one of the cushiony arms of the couch and slide my slippery pussy back and forth against the smooth leather until I come and spill my juices all down the sides. After these sessions, I always break out my soft cloth and leather cleaner and do a thorough polishing to keep my beautiful couch in perfect condition.

  Let me tell you about a particularly hot fuck I had a few months ago. It was a disgustingly humid summer day, and the dirty, stifling city heat left me unable to do much else besides sit around naked on my couch and play with my pussy. After several hours of halfhearted stroking, I was downright horny, and I decided I needed a good stiff cock for an hour or two. So I peeled myself off the couch, poured myself into a skintight little dress that boosted my cleavage to obscene proportions, pinned up my long brown hair, and headed out to my local bar, which, thankfully, was air-conditioned.

  Once inside, I got myself a cold brew and began to cruise the scene. The pickings were slim since it was still so early, so I plopped myself at the bar to sulk into my drink until Mr. Right—or at least Mr. For Right Now—appeared. I sulked through a couple more beers, and then finally I saw him. Rather, I should say I saw it, because what I noticed was a slim, leather-encased ass sticking into the air right next to my barstool. When the owner of said butt stood up straight after retrieving what he had dropped, I stared in awe. He was tall, pale, thin but well toned, and his intense ice-blue eyes stabbed out from beneath a tangled crop of black hair. His veiny arms were covered with tattoos, and his left nostril was pierced. And, best of all, he had those damn black leather pants hugging his cock and a matching leather vest draped around his smooth white chest. It was lust at first sight!

  His name was Damien, and we were back at my place within twenty minutes. I see no reason to waste time in situations like this. Stripping naked and sitting down on the couch, I beckoned Damien over to me. He obviously approved of my body, because his thin lips curled into a slight smile and a bulge began to form in the tight crotch of his pants. When he was within reach I grabbed his ass and pulled him close, nuzzling my face against his bulge. The leather was smooth and slick against my cheek, and I could feel his cock straining against its confines. The smell was intoxicating, and I inhaled deeply, then began to run my tongue along the outline of his shaft.

  The tangy, slightly bitter taste of animal skin jolted my senses, and I pressed my tongue harder against the leather barrier. Damien moaned and made a move to take off his pants, but I stopped him. Leaving the top of his pants buttoned, I pulled down his zipper and his erect cock sprang out, greeting me with a shining silver ring that curled through his cockhead. I was thrilled and hungrily took him into my mouth, kneading his leather-covered balls with one hand and his slender ass cheeks with the other.

  I swallowed him ever so slowly, until his cock slid deep into my throat and my nose was buried in his pubic hair. His musky scent, mingled with the animalistic twinge of the leather, soon had me sucking him wildly, sliding his cock almost all the way out and then slurping it back in, his shiny ring tickling the very back of my throat.

  My pussy was slippery wet by now, and my juices were seeping onto the seat of my couch. I rotated my hips while sucking Damien, and the sweet leather brushing against my swollen clitoris almost took me over the edge. When Damien reached out and took my breasts in his hands, pinching each nipple roughly, I lost it. My orgasm raced through me like a bolt of lightning, causing me to writhe so wildly I could barely keep Damien’s juicy cock in my mouth. But I kept licking and sucking him until my climax calmed, then I let him slip from my mouth. Lying on my back on the already wet couch with my legs spread wide, I told Damien to fuck me.

  Reaching into his vest pocket, Damien quickly produced a condom and slipped it on his glistening cock. Not even bothering to remove his pants, he mounted me and shoved his cock deep inside me in one thrust. I gasped and arched my pelvis up, trying to take him deeper. As he pumped into me, my back slid back and forth on the couch and I pressed my sweaty body to him, burying my face in the worn leather of his vest. I grabbed his tight ass, pulling him into me with a howl of delight, rubbing my cheek against his slick vest.

  Damien’s thrusting increased in pace and intensity, and he began to make little guttural noises. That got me even hotter, and I clenched his flapping vest with both hands and yanked him to me, kissing him savagely, drawing his tongue forcefully into my mouth. Then I pulled away from the kiss and cried out for him to fuck me harder and deeper. I slapped his ass, reveling in the hollow sound of flesh connecting with leather. My mind reeled with images of wild, bacchanalian orgies, and I pictured myself in the center of them all—on a leather couch, of course.

  Just then Damien’s body began to twitch and convulse on top of me, and he came with an elongated groan of relief. He left his cock inside me and continued to grind his pelvis against mine until the tremors of my orgasm crept into my cunt and discharged throughout my entire body like a bomb of ecstasy. Then I collapsed back onto the couch in a disheveled, wilting heap.