It´s no surprise that everybody has a fetish, everybody has something that makes them wild with desire, but here we have some confessions of some truly quirky fetishes!
Being an escort, I was used to getting some odd requests, but one day, one of my regular clients asked me to try something I had never dared to before. We had just finished a session on a Friday night and I was in the shower, scrubbing off the sweat of our long night of sex, when he came in and asked me something, pretty boldly.
Sitting in The London Carriage Works, one of the best restaurants in Liverpool, I was spending my afternoon growing more and more upset. I had come in here for a pick me up, my very own champagne afternoon tea which usually never failed to make me feel good inside, but this time it wasn’t working.
I knew I had knocked back one too many rum and cokes, but the atmosphere was so buzzing, I couldnt help myself. We had united with a great posse of girls, or as my friend would vulgarly put it a ‘pussy posse.’ I watched as the dark haired girl danced with her friend, feeling more and more aroused as she and her friend ground together, touching each other’s hair and boobs.
Finally, after so much back and forth, we had met up. He was a guy I had been chatting with on Facebook for a few weeks and our texts had grown flirtatious. We met together in London outside a bar and I couldn’t tell if there was chemistry or not, although I did fancy him.
I was burning with anger, why was I in daddy’s office again? What had I done that was so wrong except live my life and enjoy what is rightfully mine? The old man, dressed in his tweed overcoat, with patches of leather and scrapes of dirt, reminiscent of his recent hunting expedition on the elbows traced the outside of the room, walking round and round in circles, making me more and more dizzy as I awaited another of his rages.