1. Woolies: obsessed about wool clothing

There are some people who love wool so much that they make bodysuits out of them, to wear them constantly. There is even a French wool fetishist forum to discuss their love for wool clothing. Some of this advanced knitters take their clothing experience to the "next level."...

Which of the following scenes would turn you on?

[ ] Having a romantic dinner by candlelight
[ ] I am spanked because I have been a naughty girl
[ ] I am in the woods and suddenly this man comes from behind and grabs me
[ ] A stranger walks into my bedroom and finds me playing with myself
[ ] My partner and I are making love in a public place
[ ] I am are sold on a slave market
[ ] I am used as a slave in public
[ ] I am used as a slave in private
[ ] I am ordered to please others
[ ] I am a little schoolgirl
[ ] I am sitting/kneeling at my Master's feet
[ ] I am are tied and teased
[ ] I am grabbed by the hair and dragged into the bedroom
[ ] I am used as a dog, pony or pet
[ ] I am verbally humiliated
[ ] I am tied, gagged and blindfolded and left alone
[ ] I am tied, gagged, blindfolded and thoroughly whipped
[ ] My physical limits are tested and stretched
[ ] My mental limits are tested and stretched
[ ] I have to sign a contract
[ ] I am a total slave every day of the week...

A MAN walks into a bar. He’s carrying a carpet under his arm. He wraps himself in the carpet, lies on the floor, covers his face and waits for people to step on him. A sign taped to the bar reads: “Step on carpet.”

People step on the carpet — dozens, in fact. The more people who step on the carpet, particularly if they are women in heels, the happier the man is. Some are timid, others are audacious. Some dance on the man. Some step on him while ordering their drinks, completely unaware that a live body is underfoot. Some just stand there, frozen, looking totally freaked out.

Four hours later, the man slips out from beneath his carpet, folds it up, tucks it under his arm and heads home. “It was a nice party,” he says cheerily, as if he were talking about something far more ordinary, like, say, a backyard barbecue....

This update is the the definition of intense. Cecilia Vega gets taken to local SF bar, bound, gagged, and made to suck cock and open her holes for strangers. She gets ass fucked while bound, naked and exposed in a room full of clothed people. She gets fisted on the counter while people stare. She is tossed around like a toy from person to person and finally blindfolded and locked in the bathroom for anyone to take advantage of......

#4. Dildo Gas Mask

We're not really sure about the logistics involved in this, although it does vaguely reminds us of a He-man action figure we once saw. That's kinda cool. Also, safe sex is important and if you have a habit of releasing tear gas during love making then this is right up your alley, so to speak.

Fun Website Quote: "Can be enjoyed in so many ways!"

When a group of fellow orniphiles sat down in a sweaty boardroom outside LaCrosse, Wisconsin in August of 2004, they didn’t know their little “perversion” would soon become a tri-statewide movement.

That word. Perversion. Makes my skin crawl, my stomach turn and my scrotum contract. Where’s the perversion in loving another one of God’s creatures? Where’s the deviance in wanting to pull feathers rather than blond hair? What’s abnormal about wanting to see your wife take a three-inch beak instead of a 10-inch African American phallus or a silicon, injection-molded forearm? How can a human vagina or anus even compare to hollow bones or a molty egg-hole. Hah!

Taro Makeburu, a stage comedian, used to be a fisherman. A resident of the Izu Islands, he enrolled in a public high school whose curriculum, understandably, offered numerous subjects related to oceanography.

Magazine columnist Kureichi Matsuzawa has long been a fan of Makeburu's humorous fish stories, which, Matsuzawa notes, can't get too raunchy or personal when he's performing in public as they might alienate the audience.
But get him in private and, well, you wind up reeling in something a bit bestial.
We're not talking about legends of making it with mesmerizing mermaids, but something that's the genuine thing. Like manta rays.

"Almost everybody in the fishing business has had sex with a manta at some point," Makeburu asserts.

What!!! A manta??? You mean one of those enormous, intimidating winged things with a stinger on their tail that looks like an aquatic Batman?

Yep. After all, fisherman out on ships spend a loooonggg time at sea without ever encountering a woman, and, well, let's face it, they can get pretty horny. No, dammit, let's make that incredibly horny. Even desperate enough to do it with a manta. Right?..

Japanese Weirdness. It's a term you may have heard before. Claustrophobic capsule hotels, over-the-edge TV shows, the most overtly sexual animation anywhere and much, much more all contribute to the perception that Japanese modern culture is, well, different. It's proven to be fertile soil for this writer, who has covered bizarre drinks and weird condoms to mention just a couple. Leave it to Japan to surprise and shock us again - just when you thought you'd seen it all.

It's in the psycho-sexual realm that things really get weird. Lolita "Roricon" complexes, cosplay, mask fetish and extreme S&M are just the tip of the riceberg. Combine the three and you get something beyond weird, even for Japan: Kegadol. Loosely translated as "Injured Idol", Kegadol images feature pretty young women in casts, bandages, eyepatches... or all of the above (oh joy!).

It's not clear where this kinda creepy Kegadol trend began, though there does seem to be a longstanding erotic fringe that appreciates injured females. References to 1970s Penthouse Forum articles extolling "monopede mania" and primal primate protective programming are markers on a rough trail that few follow - but "few" is more than none. Here's how Peter Payne of JLIST explains the Japanese eyepatch fetish:

"Almost everyone has an eye infection or disease at some point [in Japan], and for that reason eyepatches are a common sight. Recently eye-patches have become a staple in anime culture as well, with eyepatch wearing characters appearing in such anime as Neon Genesis Evangelion, Battle Vixens, Lone Wolf and Cub, Fullmetal Alchemist, Bleach, D.Gray Man and others, where an eyepatch adds something mysterious and distinctive to the character."

The sneeze fetish is a sexual fetish that is characterized by a person's interest, pleasure or sexual attraction to other’s sneezing, and/or a person’s own sneezing. There is only one published academic article about sneezing fetishism, despite the large community of individuals who share the fetish and for whom it plays an important role in their experiences of sexuality.

...People with this fetish can be heterosexual and still enjoy sneezes from both genders. Some people are heterosexual and enjoy only sneezes from the same gender. The same goes for homosexuals with this fetish. The preferences and tastes vary as widely as in any other sampling of individuals with shared sexual preferences.

For most sneezing fetishists, the fetish plays an important role in their sexual satisfaction. Many sneezing fetishists report that orgasms are more easily attainable and/or intense when brought about using sneezing role play, listening to recorded sneezes, having a partner sneeze for them or reading sneeze fetish fiction ("sneezefic"). Additionally, many sneeze fetishists have other (sometimes unrelated) fetishes and are often also aroused by "traditional" sexual stimulants.
Many sneeze fetishists are very self-conscious about sneezing in front of family members or in public. They often cite a mental block that prevents them from sneezing out loud. They will often stifle sneezes in public, or retreat to a washroom or other private space in order to sneeze unobserved and unheard by others.

Almost universally, sneeze fetishists do not enjoy sneezes from their own family members (parents and grandparents are most frequently cited). For some, living with family members who suffer from allergies or frequent illness can be very stressful. Some fetishists are just as upset by their own sneezes as their family's, but others can get turned on by their own sneezes, and may induce sneezing using a wide variety of methods to increase their enjoyment of the fetish.

For those of you not easily offended, here’s a quick lifestyle quiz you won’t find in the Sunday paper:
1. What ranks atop the list of most prevalent sexual fetishes?
2. What most excites a “popper”?
3. What natural substance is involved in “sploshing”?

If you didn’t know that the respective answers are feet and toes, a popping balloon, and mud, perhaps you’re overdue for a trip to New York City, where these and other fetishes are being celebrated at the Museum of Sex’s latest exhibition, called “Kink: Geography of the Erotic Imagination.”

Curated by Katharine Gates, author of “Deviant Desires: Incredibly Strange Sex,” the exhibit unapologetically invites visitors to step outside their comfort zones for a jaunt across the landscape of most of what is sexually possible to the discriminating adult. (It has to be “most” because there’s nothing featured that would violate any laws.) Gates has spent the last decade researching and documenting the sexual palette and “Kink” is, according to Gates, intended “to introduce the world to some of the amazing people I have met in my travels.” She goes on to encapsulate the show by explaining of those she studied, “Their erotic fantasies may seem odd, but they act on them in conscious and conscientious ways.” And from the poppers to the plushies, indeed they do...

There's just something about sushi that really gets me going. First, it's the look of it. Yummy, woman colors of orange and pink and red. Glistening rawness with sculptural, organic beauty. Almost every time I have sushi, I'll find myself holding a piece of sashimi in my chopsticks, mouth drooling as I admire it, saying to myself, "That is the sexiest piece of fish I've ever seen." The second thing about my sushi turn-on is the simple process of eating it: purposeful, carefully, hand to mouth, with care. Truly connecting with your food. Third, it's the process of appreciation: each piece tastes different, requires time for admiring and savoring. Fourth, and this kind of encapsulates everything: it's just so damn raw. And after eating a lot of it, something kicks into high gear inside of me and there is no looking back. Open the floodgates...

<NecroDr> anyway she was laying unclothed there on the table
<NecroDr> i had a few phone calls so i couldnt examine her right away
<NecroDr> it was late so i closed the office and locked up
<ShadowMn> ok
<NecroDr> as i looked at her something new happened i was starting to get excited
<ShadowMn> I would imagine... understandable.
<NecroDr> i trie dto get my mind back on the job
<NecroDr> but as i started the examination i started to touch her
<NecroDr> her breaasts
<NecroDr> and between her legs
<ShadowMn> how old was she?
<NecroDr> i undid my pants as i touched er
<NecroDr> and i got even more excited
<NecroDr> i finally lost control and took all my clothes off and climbed on top of her
<NecroDr> it was so hot
<ShadowMn> how old was she?
<NecroDr>adn i had sex with her body
<NecroDr> 16
<NecroDr> i was a bit shocked after i finished
<ShadowMn> why
<NecroDr> couldnt believed i had done it

One day, not long ago, we met in SL, and she did something I'll never forget. It changed our relationship radically and permanently, and it has even changed me, in real life, to some degree. We were enjoying one of our long, sensuous lovemaking sessions, only this time, she got aggressive. Well, as I mentioned in my last column, I happen to love rough sex, in real life and in SL, so this was a most welcome development indeed.

But this wasn't ordinary rough sex; this was different. It was clear that she expected me to obey her, and not to resist or even to discuss the matter. She literally ordered me: how to stand, how to lie, what to do. She told me what I was feeling, and how much I liked it. She commanded me, and she violated me. She slapped me so hard I nearly blacked out. She choked me, digging her nails into the soft skin of my neck, and drew a little of my blood. She bit my ears, and my nipples, hard. She didn't ask for permission; she demanded and took what she wanted of me, without apology, without reservation. And I loved every second of it!

I began to feel free - actually liberated. It sounds pardoxical, but it's true. As I let her control me, I felt less aware of myself. The more I submitted - delivering myself to her, sacrificing myself to her - the less bound I felt by the chains of my own personality, history, agenda, even consciousness. I allowed her will to control me, welcoming it, inviting it, releasing control of myself with joy - and yes, with awe. And I began to feel this literally, in real life, sitting at my keyboard.

The more I relinquished control, the more I wanted to be controlled. But I was not completely free of self-consciousness, until she did something that stripped away my last shred of ego. I'm a bi girl, and I don't mind saying it. I do like men very much. I've been with lesbians, and I confess that, secretly, I feel superior to them: "Scared of a man's c*ck? Ha, you neurotic, Puritanical weakling!" And this is the real-life me I'm talking about, as much as my SL character. And she knew this, and she reached right into my mind and brought it up, and used it.

She was fisting me hard, and I thought, this has got to be as painful as childbirth! The pain I imagined danced through me, making me tremble violently, electrifying me, tingling every nerve - a bright, jagged pain that I adored. It was her pain! I loved it with my very heart. I begged her to f*ck me harder still! And then she sneered at me, shouting, "Feel this hand that f*cks and owns your p*ssy! Stronger and harder than any man-c*ck you ever had in your pathetic bi fantasies!"

And that was the master stroke. She took this personal thing from deep in my mind and humiliated me with it. At that moment, I released every last shred of my ego to her, willingly, longingly, with blind devotion and genuine awe. And then I came in a violent spasm that rolled through me in waves - again, and again, and again.

I had an epiphany...