AAblutophilia: A fetish for baths or showers that usually centers around a naked person lathering themselves up.ABR: “Adult breast feeding.”Acomoclitic: A fetish for hairless genitals. Similar to: gynelophilous, hirsutophilia, hyphephilia, pubephilia, trichophilia.Acrophilia: A fetish for having sex in high places.Acrotomophilia: A fetish for amputees and shortened limbs.Acucullophilia: A fetish for circumcised men.Acousticophilia: A fetish involving sounds. This can include such things as being aroused by music or a partner’s moaning.Actirasty: A fetish for sun exposure. This is often a fetish of tanorexics, fans of outdoor sex, or those who only date really tan people.Adolescentilism: A fetish for acting, dressing, or being treated like an adolescent.Agalmatophilia: A fetish for a human-like doll, mannequin, or statue. This does not include the use of sex dolls merely as surrogates for real partners. Similar to pygmalionism.Age Play: A type of fetishistic role-playing in which people pretend to be substantially older or younger than they are. Includes adolescentilism and infantilism.Agonophiliac: A fetish for violence or fighting as foreplay.Agoraphilia: A fetish for sex in public places.Agrexophilia: A fetish for having other people know about your sexual activities. This can include people with agoraphilia, those who like to have loud sex, exhibitionists, people who like to put their homemade sex tapes online, or those who simply like to brag about their conquests.Air Inflation: One of the most common types of inflation fetish. This usually involves the fantasy of inflating a person with a bicycle pump to a comically large size. Some practitioner of this fetish enjoy pumping air into their partner’s anus.Algolagnia: A fetish for pain.Allorgasmia: A fetish for fantasizing about someone other than your current partner.Allotriorasty: A fetish for sex partners of another race, ethnicity, or nationality.Alphmegamia: A fetish for older partners.Altocalciphilia: A fetish for high heels. Common among those with a foot fetish. Synonyms: retifism.Alvinolagnia A fetish for stomachs. Likely linked to the importance of wide hips when it comes to natural childbirth. Synonyms: partialism.Amaurophilia: A fetish for not being seen during sex. This usually involves turning off the lights or blindfolding a partner. Some peeping toms and fans of glory holes have this fetish.Anaclitism: An erotic fixation on the objects one was exposed to as an infant, such as anal thermometers, bibs, bottles, pacifiers. Similar to: autonepiophilia, infantilism.Anasteemaphilia: A fetish for partners who are much shorter or taller.Androidism: A fetish for humanoid robots. Similar to agalmatophilia and Pygmalionism.Andromimetophilia: When a woman is sexually aroused by dressing, acting, or being treated like a man.Anophelorastia: A fetish for ravaging a partner.Antholagnia: A fetish for the scent or sight of flowers.Aphephilia: A fetish for human touch.Apotemnophilia: A fetish for having your own limbs amputated.Aquaophilia: A fetish for water that goes far beyond enjoying sex on the beach or in a hot tub.Archnephilia: A fetish for spiders.Asiaphile: A fetish for Asians.Asphyxiophilia: A fetish for being suffocated or choked.Asthenolagnia: A fetish for weakness or being humiliated.Autagonistophilia: A fetish for having others spy on you, particularly while naked or engaging in sexual acts. As opposed to exhibitionists who get off on exposing themselves to unsuspecting victims, a person with this fetish creates situations in which other people may see her naked, like sun bathing nude or changing in front of an open window.Autassassinophilia: A fetish for coming close to death, particularly during sex.Autoandrophilia: A fetish for women who dress, behave, or look like men.Autoerotic Asphyxiation: Choking yourself while masturbating to achieve a more intense orgasm. This often involves the use of belts or ropes. People who have died from this form of masturbation include, kung-fu master David Carradine and INXS rocker Michael Hutchence.Autogynephilia: A fetish in which a man derives sexual pleasure from imagining himself as a woman. This is a common fetish for cross dressers. Origins: coined by Ray Blanchard.Autonepiophilia: A fetish for acting, dressing, and being treated like an infant. Synonym: anaclitism, infantilism.Avisodomy: A form of bestiality involving sex with a bird.Axillism: A fetish for armpits.BBathroom Denial: A type of denial play in which the dom refuses to let the sub urinate and/or defecate.BDSM: “Bondage, discipline, and sado-masochism.” A catchall term for fetish play.Belonephilia: A fetish for sharp objects such as knifes, needles, or razors.BFP: “Bound for pleasure.” A BDSM term.Biastophilia: A sexual disorder in which arousal is derived from the thought or act of assaulting another, often in a sexual manner.Body Inflation: Being sexually aroused by the fantasy of physically expanding yourself, or others. This fetish ofte
Found on eBay today:
I joined NovelTrove last night and posted a story for their contest with the theme, swinging. My story came in last of ten. Maybe due to being entered just as the contest was closing or maybe it just wasn’t sexy/ slutty enough. I liked it. I wrote it in an hour, including the time I pulled it together in my mind before typing anything. Usually I type as I think. This delayed start was better. I had to remember all my ideas and that helped as the story developed.
Click the link to see the story on the site and give it a vote if you liked it. If you didn’t like it, just don’t bother to vote. Seems simple enough to me.
I am sitting alone, still enjoying ripples of an orgasm, when my husband comes back. He has our car keys and doesn’t look very pleased.
“Maybe you’re right. All this swinging is for people not like us.” He passes me my coat. I’m surprised it was right where I had left it, folded neatly on the seat next to me.
Taking my hand, something he hadn’t done in a very long time, he led me to the back door and the parking lot. He opened my door first and waited for me to get inside the car before closing the door for me. It was nice.
On the way home he talked about the woman he had ended up with. She was older than she had looked, wore a lot of make-up and he didn’t really like her eagerness for the swinging scene. Three children later and my husband still likes to think he is the sexual guru in our relationship. My disinterest in sex hasn’t really bothered him, other than being an inconvenience at times.
“It’s funny, but you smell like sex.” He says.
“So do you.” I reply.
“I guess so, we were both there after all. Want to stop for a coffee? Make it a bit more of a night out?”
Drive through coffee because neither of us feels like getting out of the car yet. He feels out of sorts and me… I’m just feeling content and languid.
I take the coffee cup and notice the bit of paper I’ve had in my fist all this time. He notices too.
“What’s that?” He asks.
I open it and then push it into my purse. “Someone gave me their phone number.”
“And you’re going to keep it?” He says, startled, a little annoyed.
“Well, I don’t want to litter in the parking lot. I’ll find it the next time I clean out my purse and toss it out then.”
He seems satisfied with that, more or less. I say nothing more about it.
At home I leave him to pay the babysitter and check on the kids, lock up the house and all those other rituals. I strip off my dress in the bathroom. My panties are gone and I’m surprised he didn’t notice my boobs swinging around half in and half out of my open bra. But, I’m the good wife, he only looks at me that way once in awhile.
My clothes go into the laundry basket. I stand looking at my naked reflection in the bathroom mirror while waiting for the shower to get hot. Tonight I want a hot shower. I don’t want anything cold touching me, taking away the feeling of being touched by strong, knowing, and patient hands. My pussy is still leaking. It feels strange after all this time. But, I like it. I’m even a little proud, or maybe it’s defiance.
His idea to go to a swingers party, not mine. His idea to leave me sitting there, the good wife. I didn’t look for anything, other than a cocktail or two. I forget what they were called now.
Stepping into the shower, the steam rises around me and the hot water pours over me. I wash away the evidence while I relive the encounter.
A kiss at the back of my neck. Strong, big fingers stroking my back, making me feel like a purring cat. Something he whispered near my ear that I didn’t really understand. Hands on my hips, under my dress, my panties slipped down. I felt a tall, wide, male body pressed against my back. Then he gently pushed me to lean forward. His fingers just a little cold but quickly warming between the lips of my pussy. Playing with my clit, slow and then a little faster and then slowing right down again as I started the first wave of orgasm. Slowing, slower and so slow I thought the orgasm would stay at the pinnacle of just starting forever. Crashing, thudding and trembling inside of me, so strong I hadn’t even noticed he was gone and I was alone again.
Another orgasm in the shower. My husband coming down the hallway to our bedroom and our king sized bed, the best way to share a bed while not sharing anything.
Sasha Kurmaz is a Kiev-born photographer. In his 2013 book, Concrete & Sex, the artist reveals that his personal interest in architecture stems from his graffiti background, where he trekked the city in search of good locations for his art. “While walking, I kept looking over the city. This is the magic of these brutal shapes; functionality, and a frank expression of materiality,” he says. “During these trips I have always done pictures to remember the place and go back at night to paint – sometimes I just shoot the landscapes of the city.”
The Rain at Night by Darla Darling
I love the rain at night.
The sky is so dark and slick looking. Just a little thunder and lightening. The big storm has passed and now the rain just soaks down from the sky.
I like the raindrops running down your bare skin. You’re so white in some places.
Your hair is plastered to your scalp and you are wet right through now. I bet you’re cold too.
“Pirouette boy!” I call out to you.
Putting your arms over your head you turn a circle around. I can see the mud squishing between your toes.
“On your tippy toes, like a ballerina!”
“Now hop a bit, put a bit of a skip into it!”. I laugh quietly. There is humiliation and then just plain meanness. You won’t like it if I’m laughing at you. But, there isn’t a lot sexy about a naked man hopping in the rain. The rain itself though…. I love the rain at night.
You’re cold, wet and I think your lips look on the blue side of pale. Another minute…. but not more than that.
I pull a hot towel out of the dryer and bring it with me out into the rain. I get a few photographs of the rain, the darkness and your wet skin. This is the turn on for me. Not your suffering, or your humiliation. Those are the things you want. I wanted the sensation of the rain, the sensuality of the drops running down your skin, through your hair and your breath in the night sky.
I’m quick, snap, click and a small adjustment of your pose for a last photo of your wet face up close.
I wrap you in the warm towel and lead you to the sliding glass door and the heat and light of the indoors.
I stay outside, by myself and play in the rain. I photograph the sky, up there far into the darkness. How far can the camera see? How many raindrops will be in the photo, captured in that blink of a lens? I want to catch the rain on film before it’s all gone.
You come out, all dry and warm now. You’re wearing your rain coat this time and under it I know you will be dressed in your soft flannel workshirt and worn jeans. Your feet are in Wellingtons now, shiny with rain.
I love your smile as you wrap me up in a big hug and the worn, old quilt from our bed.
“Come inside now.” You say. Your voice is soft, almost a whisper for a man. It’s sexy and you’re warm and sexier now too. I don’t mind leaving the rain behind.
Originally posted to Sex Kitten, October, 2014. Hot Flash Fiction Friday: The Rain at Night
This could be fun.
Summer is coming. You could always fill these with water and have some kind of outdoor fun with a naked submissive man. What are the penalties if he breaks the condom? What are the rules about how fast he’s allowed to move to avoid the condom?
Have fun. Nice of Condomania to pick a dozen pretty colours.
Condonmania offers a sampler of flavoured condoms.
Not only are the flavors and scents great, the condoms are brightly colored to match. This sampler includes flavors: apple, banana, chocolate, cherry, cola, grape, mint, orange, vanilla and strawberry, mint chocolate, fresh mint, island punch, strawberry chocolate, bubblegum, and banana split.
You are what you wear? Clothing is an accessory (unless it is for physical protection) but our culture has become used to everyone being clothed. Less for women, if they are young and physically fit. If this photographer were older and over weight, disabled, or in some way less physically appealing, would her self portraits be thought artistic or would people protest having them displayed at all? Although, people with disabilities may be humoured and pitied rather than bullied and rejected right away.
Society and culture are interesting. So changeable and yet so firmly entrenched at the time.
New York-based French photographer Erica Simone is the person behind Nue York: Self-Portraits of a Bare Urban Citizen, which bloomed from an initial questioning about clothing and the importance of fashion in modern society. According to Simone, what we wear acts as a silent language allowing us to portray who we are or want to be.
The project’s slogan “Nothing Fits Like You” (#thepowerofnaked) is a campaign about being comfortable with who you are as a person, with your body, your mind and your role in society. It’s about being free from the confinements of societal’s expectations and the media’s projections.
Simone added: “The point is not to be nude for shock value. I am simply an artist looking to humorously poke at some interesting thoughts about society and question who we are and embody as human beings inhabiting this home we call Earth. It’s now up to you to answer or raise these questions, as you like.”
Look trendy, show off hair you don’t have? What would tempt you to buy a man bun? For yourself, or someone else?
Personally, the man bun fashion doesn’t tempt me. I don’t care for it on men and wouldn’t encourage a man bun as a way to hide hair loss. Not that shaving the head is a better solution. I’d rather see less bald heads and more partially bald heads. The naked head doesn’t suit every man.
Attachable hairpiece lets you have a man bun when you want it and take it off when you don’t
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French Aids Awareness ads – creepy but damn cool. A(Naked Lunch Anyone?)Men
Why do we like sex with giant/ alien insect creatures? It’s a fetish which usually involves being forced too. Is that part of it? Being desired sexually by someone (or thing) and having our better judgment suspended? So much of kinkiness is about what is and is not taboo for our culture. Something which breaks our acceptable standards must be labeled kinky, or a fetish, because it’s abnormal even wrong.
We do need standards for behaviour in our culture. We need laws and codes of conduct and protocol to guide us and avoid chaos. But, in our imaginations we can be as weird and unacceptable as we choose. The problem arises when imagination becomes reality. People question the lines drawn and standards and rules are sometimes changed. For better, or for worse?
Anyway, I do like kinky bug sex. Analyzing why spoils it. Like holding it up to a light and making it seem something I have to be responsible for, answer for. But, it’s all in my imagination. I don’t take kinky bug sex ideas into reality. I do like seeing illustrations from others however. I do like kinky bug sex in movie scenes and written erotica. But, these are things I enjoy in the privacy of my own computer.
I have never tried anything with a real insect. That would be too weird and very unsatisfactory as an experience. Reality has too many limits to enjoy kinky bug sex. The fantasy is only limited by imagination and my own moral standards.