I'm talking about super extreme squiters like it's a superpower.
Those are the best kind. Towels, sheets and mattress covers are all washable.
On what page does this thread actually get interesting? I just read through like 5 pages of people who don't seem to know what a 'fetish' is, talking about, liking red heads and knee socks and bullshit.
Maybe the fetishes for squirting and sex in moving vehicles are not well combined.
Not if it's in a rental or Zipcar. The latter can even be rented by the hour.
This might have been the worst thread of all time. Pages of discussion about how to categorize a poll. Nerds.
No shit. Sex in moving vehicles just makes me a little nervous.
This thread title keeps making me think of
Which is appropriate since I have a fetish for slightly effeminate men dressed as pirates/drum majors.
I don't feel I have fetishes, but I've indulged a lot of them and almost nothing has really put me off. (Don't worry, I won't go all Confessions thread on y'all).
Rather than fetishes, I'd say I have some... interests:
1) Fishnets. This is not just a "Fishnets are hot" thing. I have trouble not being drawn in even if the person wearing them is otherwise repulsive. A morbidly obese, hairy old man could put on a pair and... I would not try to fuck him but I would look long enough that you'd know the thought crossed my mind. I also have trouble ahhh not touching people's fishnets if they get too close to me.
2) Cross-dressed guys. Not in a campy drag way, but in a turns up in the middle of the night in nasty lingerie way. Especially, see above.
3) Biting, on my back, hard enough to bruise or draw blood.
Oh and I always hold my breath when I'm going to get off. Like, until I'm woozy. And sometimes need to be smothered. Recently I realized I'm not sure I can finish off breathing normally. After more research, I may admit to a fetish.
^^ my broken doll like contribution to the boring thread. carry on.
I guess I kinda went there anyway, didn't I? Sorry! :/
I''ll bet he gets pleasure out of the blowing too.
This is something that caused my parents to put me through almost 2 1/2 years of therapy but when I was twelve my cousin who was 16 brought a bb gun to my house to shoot into the woods. When the gun ran out of bullets he tossed the gun down and said it was my turn if I could find the bullets. BB's are impossible to find in the woods btw but while searching next to my shed I found a dead squirrel. I'm not sure if the squirrel died from the BB or of natural causes but I decided to pick it up anyways. I guess as the therapist said, I should have felt sad or scared but instead I widened the anus of the squirrel using a twig and my finger to the point of mutilation. By the time I was done the squirrel didn't have an anus but rather a large gaping very bloody hole in it's backside. I don't remember if I was horny or not as I had random erections at that age quite often but I proceeded to insert my erect penis into the mutilated rear cavity of the dead squirrel. It was during the summer so the dead squirrel had been baking in the sun and I remember the hot entrails feeling amazing on my penis. My cousin came out and saw me and well as you can guess ran screaming and called my parents. The rest was and has been a lifetime of shame.
TL;DR I had sex with a dead squirrel
.... Wow. The picture to go along with it is pretty great.
Ha! I almost forgot about that dude
I was once at a party talking to a girl and she was telling us about how her boyfriend of so many years broke up with her and she then went on to tell us his strange fetishes. Apparently this guy loved it when she fed him when they were having sex and he'd have her slap him and yell and tell him how "fat" he was. I asked if he really was fat and she said he was far from it. He'd work out every day.
Is this girl named Debbie?
2 oz blended whiskey
Juice of 1/2 lemon
1/2 tsp powdered sugar
1/2 slice lemon
Shake blended whiskey, juice of lemon, and powdered sugar with ice and strain into a whiskey sour glass. Decorate with the half-slice of lemon, top with the cherry, and serve.
I have fetishes that I jerk off thinking about but I know 100% in real life I would be disgusted.
I'd vomit in real life but my subconscious wants it...does this mean it's possible that I'm a freak when I black out?