Sexual fetishes
Rubber wetsuits. Knee-high boots. Nuclear-powered clockwork cucumbers. Dressing up as Pingu whilst reading out loud from the works of Dan Brown. What floats your boat? Or what fetishes have you encountered? Suggestion via crackhouseceilidhband.
( , Thu 22 Oct 2009, 13:25)
Rubber wetsuits. Knee-high boots. Nuclear-powered clockwork cucumbers. Dressing up as Pingu whilst reading out loud from the works of Dan Brown. What floats your boat? Or what fetishes have you encountered? Suggestion via crackhouseceilidhband.
( , Thu 22 Oct 2009, 13:25)
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I'm modelling for Torture Gardens this weekend, in Latex I think, so I encounter a few fetishes.
Anyhoo that's beside the point, the Real story here is about the night I thought I was going to die during a sexual act. So I had made friends with a very attractive tall Dreadlocked Gothic type girl with a kink for rubber one night out. I'm what you'd call trysexual, as in I'm usually up for trying anything sexual (except shit or piss or anything like that or illegal things), so this beautiful woman squeezed into some rubber, that left enough to the imagination to make her even sexier, appealed to my adventurous side. So after a few drinks and some light fondling (read her grabbing me by my man parts and dragging me to a corner) we decided to grab a taxi and head to hers.
So there I am tied to the bed in an almost Christ like pose with the rubber wearing lovely merrily bouncing on the only part of my body to have any rubber on it. Things are going well, a slap here, a nipple twist there you know the regular stuff. Then it gets a little bit more twisted, she leans over to the bed side drawer and pulls out an old Wilkinson sword cut throat razor. "Ah shit I'm going to die" thinks I. She must have thought I liked it because I was bucking like a rodeo stallion, when what I was actually trying to do was get her the fuck off of me.
The blade passes by my neck, ok she's not slitting my throat, it moves to above my armpit "Ah shit she's going for the Auxiliary artery I'll be dead in about 8 seconds", she breaks the skin.
It just breaks the skin, the blade is licked and folded away, then she kisses the wound. "I just love blood play" she purrs at me.
I considered head butting her and letting her play in her own blood for a bit. But then the feeling of 'I AM GOING TO LIVE!' took over and I was shagged rotten.
Interesting night that one, what weirded me out more than that though was her collection of knitted dolls, that's just plain old strange.
Length? about 9 inches, when it was unfolded.
( , Thu 22 Oct 2009, 18:12, 4 replies)
Anyhoo that's beside the point, the Real story here is about the night I thought I was going to die during a sexual act. So I had made friends with a very attractive tall Dreadlocked Gothic type girl with a kink for rubber one night out. I'm what you'd call trysexual, as in I'm usually up for trying anything sexual (except shit or piss or anything like that or illegal things), so this beautiful woman squeezed into some rubber, that left enough to the imagination to make her even sexier, appealed to my adventurous side. So after a few drinks and some light fondling (read her grabbing me by my man parts and dragging me to a corner) we decided to grab a taxi and head to hers.
So there I am tied to the bed in an almost Christ like pose with the rubber wearing lovely merrily bouncing on the only part of my body to have any rubber on it. Things are going well, a slap here, a nipple twist there you know the regular stuff. Then it gets a little bit more twisted, she leans over to the bed side drawer and pulls out an old Wilkinson sword cut throat razor. "Ah shit I'm going to die" thinks I. She must have thought I liked it because I was bucking like a rodeo stallion, when what I was actually trying to do was get her the fuck off of me.
The blade passes by my neck, ok she's not slitting my throat, it moves to above my armpit "Ah shit she's going for the Auxiliary artery I'll be dead in about 8 seconds", she breaks the skin.
It just breaks the skin, the blade is licked and folded away, then she kisses the wound. "I just love blood play" she purrs at me.
I considered head butting her and letting her play in her own blood for a bit. But then the feeling of 'I AM GOING TO LIVE!' took over and I was shagged rotten.
Interesting night that one, what weirded me out more than that though was her collection of knitted dolls, that's just plain old strange.
Length? about 9 inches, when it was unfolded.
( , Thu 22 Oct 2009, 18:12, 4 replies)
Blood play *shudders in the bad way*
Sexy Vampires are one thing, but blood is just plain asking for trouble. I've mentally filed the whole thing under 'unsafe'.
( , Thu 22 Oct 2009, 18:24, closed)
Sexy Vampires are one thing, but blood is just plain asking for trouble. I've mentally filed the whole thing under 'unsafe'.
( , Thu 22 Oct 2009, 18:24, closed)
Bloody hell!
Knitted dolls, the freak!
Crikey @ the blood \ razor thing though. Mental
( , Thu 22 Oct 2009, 18:43, closed)
Knitted dolls, the freak!
Crikey @ the blood \ razor thing though. Mental
( , Thu 22 Oct 2009, 18:43, closed)
Good Lord
I always thought sanguinarians were just an urban legend!
( , Thu 22 Oct 2009, 22:42, closed)
I always thought sanguinarians were just an urban legend!
( , Thu 22 Oct 2009, 22:42, closed)
I like
a women in a bit of rubber but would have shit my self at the blood play (That's a fetish in it's self.:) )
( , Thu 22 Oct 2009, 23:40, closed)
a women in a bit of rubber but would have shit my self at the blood play (That's a fetish in it's self.:) )
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