I'm gonna preface this rant by stating that I have a very active imagination.

What is more perfect than two people passionatley embroiled in a moment. Sex, at its base level is very simple. I open my legs he enters me, we move around until (hopefully) both of us cum. It's not rocket science. Of course I'm not adding all the bells and whistles here- Getting and giving head, touching, squeezing, , licking, sucking, kissing, fingering, stroking- aside from all that, like I said, its a simple format.

Thats why I dig fetishes man....

When someone has a fetish it adds this whole other dimesion to the act.

You want me to put on some stockings and nice shoes and cum on my toes?

Sure

You want me to crawl round on the floor on all fours and growl while you spit on me and talk mean

Lets go

You wanna pretend I'm your sister and watch me get all soapy in the shower

Bring it on

People with active imaginations need to be stimulated, and fetishes make my brainy brain spin. Personally I dont really have any particular fetish. I love cum... I like to watch that pearly warm spunk splash out and coat my sufaces making me glossy and owned- but that's hardly a fetish.

The feeling I get when a man is groaning because I'm choking him with his belt, the rush of excitment when that final knot is tied pinning my arms to the bedhead, when I pour milk down my legs into his mouth while meeeoowing- all because that's what gets him rock- is well...its nothing short of spectacular, and I appreciate it wholly.

Fetishes spackle my sex world with vivid and lurid colour. They expand my horizons, add third dimesnsion and give me a deeper knowledge of myself.

Much love to the twisted little oddities of the world.

Am I crazy but what the fuck is up with my hypersex drive lately. Its like ever since I turned 26 its been like BAM! fuck fuck fuck fuc fuck. I walk down to get a coffee from my local and I find myself sizing up the men I go past. Old, young, fat, thin I don't discriminate, I just want to know what they look like naked.

I wake up in the morning atually touching myself. I have to bust one off every morning these days and find myself doing it 3,4, 5 times a day.

I feel like a sexual firework, crammed tight into my little tin, ready to explode colour and light all over you. Watch out 😉