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Updated 7/08 [M 34] I have always had a strong fetish for tights (panty hose),stockings,knee highs etc.I love them and have since as a small boy I would locate my mothers tights to try on and wear,since then I have been hooked,I have worn them under clothing,to bed,around the house whilst busy indoors,whilst making love(this is a real experience).I love the smooth feel of my legs and particularly my feet in panty hose,and prefer tan colour with a reinforced toe.I like greys and barely black also,and enjoy wearing knee highs with flip flops too.I like to feel the carpet floor under stocking feet too.Given the chance I,d wear panty hose some of the time,not just in private,with either Scholl's or flat slip on mules.I cannot define what it is I really like about nylon hosiery,the feel and close fit go some way to it though I feel,also an image that to me is sheer femininity is to see a female foot in panty hose or stockings,with a reinforced toe and the toe nails beneath painted some beautiful shade of colour. I really do love nyloned feet.
Updated 5/08 [M 54] EARS:
This happened about 30 years ago. I was 24 at that time. Right from the beginning, I had some bi-sexual nature in me. Luckily I met a person who had an ear-fetish like I do and who loved sucking cocks. I was on a holiday and was visiting a sea-side town then. One fine morning's incident I remember fondly forever. I went to the beach to sit for a few minutes and enjoy the scenery and the peace. There was only one cement bench there, as it was a small town. Someone was already sitting there. I went and sat next to him. He was somewhat older than me and was in his early thirties and he was quite handsome, the kind girls would dream of. He turned to me, smiled and said 'Good Morning'. I returned the greeting. Feeling somewhat bolder, I edged nearer to him.
Even though it was a wide bench, I was sitting so close to him that our thighs were actually touching each other. He looked at me for a few seconds and moved nearer to me, to my pleasant surprise. He placed his left hand around my shoulders and pulled me nearer to him and hugged me and rubbed his face and lips around my cheek and ear. I was thrilled to be hugged by such a handsome man. After a minute or two, he touched me on my right ear and said there was a speck of dust on it and that he would look into it. I readily agreed. He moved to the edge of the bench so I could lie down. He took my head into his lap and played with my ear for a few minutes. In that posture, my mouth was touching the swelling in the front of his pants. I half-opened my mouth and with my lips grabbed at his swollen cock through his pant and underwear. He was moving and moaning in happiness.
I felt encouraged and asked to take his cock into my mouth for which he consented. It was quite far from the town and the beach was deserted. I got up and sat in the sand near his feet between his legs and took out his penis out of his underwear and took him into my mouth and started sucking on it. Those were the days before the AIDS fear. I was immensely enjoying myself. He took hold of my head, kept it on his right thigh, turned my head to expose my right ear, and was tugging at it and playing with it. I was all this time kept sucking on his member. I was hard myself. Suddenly he tugged at my ear and put his mouth to my ear and dropped his saliva into my ear.
He then massaged the ear and took some cotton out of his shirt pocket and plugged my ear with it, so the liquid may not spill out. It felt so heavenly that I came at once without even touching my penis. He saw this and made me stand up and he licked the wetness to taste me and he came soon after he did this. I again sat down at his feet even though the cock-sucking session was over, as far as he was concerned. Without saying anything, I turned my head to offer my left ear to him, into which he drooled some saliva and put cotton into it also. He then got up and sat next to me on the sand. I understood and got up and sat up on the bench and he fellated me. His tongue on the tip of my cock felt very nice. He was a very skilled cock-sucker, obviously had much earlier experiences to his credit. It was first time for me to have my member sucked or for me to fellate anyone. I also did not know that warm spittle going deep into the ears would be so pleasurable.
I always dreamed of these experiences. Even though I ejaculated only a few minutes back, as I was young and with all the stimulation in the ears and with the pleasant touch his tongue made on my limp penis, it became hard at once. But I did not come quickly this time. He kept sucking on me for about 20 minutes or so. This delay made him very happy. After I came, he swallowed the few drops of cum that came and what was left of it, he quickly wiped off with his handkerchief. I asked him to lie down on the bench and with his head in my lap, I took some cotton from his pocket and put it into his ears and played with his ears for about 15 or 20 minutes. After this, I removed the cotton from his ears and I probed the insides of his ears with my tongue, which we both liked very much. I replaced the cotton in his ears.
I left him on the bench and went near the sea, dipped my handkerchief into the water and came back. He was looking at me in a puzzled manner. I again took his head into my lap, removed the cotton from his ears and squeezed some drops of water into his ears from my hand-kerchief and plugged them with cotton again. This made him extremely happy. I also felt happy in playing with his ears. He liked this very much. I went home and masturbated with the whole scene fresh in my mind. Except for the initial 'Good Morning', not many words were exchanged between us. Even though I manage to suck on friends' cocks about once a week or so now-a-days, it was the chance first meeting with a stranger who shared my ear-fetish and my cock-sucking interest that I very happily remember as long as I live. Now-a-days, whenever I pour a few drops of water into my ears and put cotton into them before I masturbate, this is the scene I recreate in my mind, always.
Updated 4/07 [M 57] I will come right out and say that I am in love with women's feet. Seeing a sexy female prancing and strutting about with a pair of classic high heel pumps is extremely sexy in my eyes but seeing a woman kick off her high heels and walk around barefoot is sexier. Better still a woman on a date with me who kicks off her high heels and spends her affectionate time kissing me while she is barefoot is something that will always linger as my favorite sexual pleasure.
This is not the type of a fetish I have ever openly discussed other than with the female partner I was involved with at the time. Any female sex partner I've discussed this with seemed to understand and accepted it as a sexual turn on of mine and was always willing to please. I have just never heard another man ever claim that this was a fantasy that he would like to live out or had experienced in the past. In spite of all the sexual pleasure I have gotten from my female partners, be it, kissing, kissing and a hand job, blow job, or straight sexual intercourse I have always thought that I perhaps suffer from some sort of deranged mental hang up.
I have loved to warch a woman's feet wiggle and curl, rub the sole of one foot against the instep of the other. The sound of nylon covered barefeet has always driven me crazy.
I am curious to know if there is another male who shares this sexual fantasy too!
Updated 3/07 [M 34] I always loved female ears. I love ears like nothing else. It is my idea of a heaven to have a woman's head in my lap and me playing with her ears. Putting my fingers into her ears, probing the ear canal with my tongue and putting cotton into her ears and she drooling saliva into my ears and putting cotton into my ears. I think I am unique in this respect.
My wife of 7 years cooperates with me and I often put cotton into her ears. She also keeps the cotton in her ears for hours at a stretch during the days when I am home. I love to see women's ears with cotton in them.
Updated 1/07 [M] (M) About fetishes. I too wonder what this is but think I have an idea. This one big thing that will always get a turn on reaction from us when we see it. As the gentlemen who have already written in about this subject, it could be seeing high heel shoes, a woman's breast, an article of clothing, etc. The gentleman who wrote in 8/06 stating he feels it starts in us during junior high school I completely agree with as long as I'm correct about what a fetish actually is. And if I'm right, my fetish most definitely started while in junior high school around the 7th grade. This was also around the time that puberty was really taking hold of me causing me to look at girls in a different way.
With me it pretty much started as a result of PE at school. During PE class which started in the gyms we'd all change and put on our PE clothes. Being in the South, a great majority of the girls would be wearing short shorts. I'd see them in there shorts and I ended up fascinated by the beauty of there legs and the obvious softness of there legs. It became a big turn on seeing them during PE. By turn on, I mean a sexual arousing thing with me. I sure wanted to get my hands on them and confirm just how good they'd feel.
It wasn't until years later that I finally got my chance to slip a hand up under a girlfriend's skirt and get a feel of her inner thighs. I was overwhelmed by what it felt like to me. It was even better than in my wildest dreams of what this would feel like. At the time this girlfriend put her hand on my very erect penis through my pants and I was so aroused and excited at the time that I almost immediately climaxed covering my mid section with my semen.
Now years later and I'm still fascinated by women's legs. Especially there thighs. Over the years there have been times when I see a woman setting on a bus stop bench wearing a short skirt or shorts showing off lots of leg and I'd immediately get turned on and would go around for another look. Often enough the woman ended up being a "working girl" and I'd be fortunate enough to end up getting to actually get to feel those beautiful legs while being sexually pleasured by the woman's hand. Yes; if there is a fetish thing with me it most definitely is a soft pair of shapely beautiful female legs and especially those soft thighs.
Updated 12/06 [M] I enjoyed the letter you posted about fetishes. I also have some, but not many that correspond to the ones he mentions. As long as I can remember, I've been a breast fetishist. I like looking at breasts, especially large ones, but I like all of them. I especially like cone-shaped nipples. Coincidentally my nipples are cone shaped although I have no noticeable chest development. My nipples are my most erogenous part, however and my wife/partner can always reliably get a 'rise' out of me by playing with/teasing my nips. Generally I'm not turned on by wearing female clothing. I tried my wife's panties once and they didn't contain my package and weren't comfortable and didn't do anything for me. Same with pantyhose. I have a couple of pair of nylon boxers that feel nice for a change in pace. I do however occasionally enjoy wearing a tube top. The elastic constriction around my chest is vaguely exciting, as long as I don't do it very often. My wife and I love her to tweak my nips, which immediately gets things started, and she frequently does this when we take it no further. My nips are almost brown in color and a little smaller than half dollars in size, but I wouldn't mind them being bigger. They stay cone shaped all the time, but the little point erects more when I am excited.
Updated 8/06 [M] IT’S ALL ABOUT ME:
I often wonder and perhaps a little too much why guys go wild over stiletto heels, huge breasts, latex, leather, garter belts with stockings, or getting a glimpse of stocking-top under a modest length skirt but not blink an eye when a chick is showing much more skin wearing a bathing suit. Welcome to the world of fetishism where sex is everything but…well…sex. It’s all about getting off without ever getting on so to speak. I’ve been a guy all my life and I still don’t fully understand why we get turned on by all the gadgets, scenarios, and for all practical purposes non-sexual activities that to many are way better than sex.
I think it goes back to jr. high school. I read somewhere that whatever was “hot” back then carries on into adulthood and beyond. I tend to agree with that. In jr. high I remember all the girls wearing stirrup pants and skimmer flats. I still think that’s a hot look and I’d probably shot my cork just by seeing a chick wearing an outfit like that today. And what guy didn’t have fantasies about humping his eighth grade home room teacher. She was the one with the giant gazoombas. I still remember this kid named Sparky looking down Mrs. Emmet’s top when she bent over. He did it so obviously so every one in the class would know what he was doing and the whole class broke up. Even the girls.
I think the stockings and garter belt fantasy is from discovering old Uncle Henry’s Playboy stash under the bed. Now those were girls. Not like the kind from my neighborhood. Or any other neighborhood as I later discovered when I learned about the wonderful world of air brushing which later was refined to “digital enhancement”.
This reminiscing has gotten me to put together my own little bag of personal fetish favorites. Sometimes trying to analyze it too much takes the fun out of it and understanding it really doesn’t make it any better so unless I get too fucked up and wind up on a phychiatrist’s couch let’s just leave the psychoanalysis to all the Freudverts out there and let’s move on. So what if my mother put fingernail polish on me when I was five and wanted me to wear dresses. A lot of guys went through that. OK, Here goes.
1. TRANSFORMING into a female. I particularly love to wear high heels and stockings with a garterbelt or thigh highs if they stay up otherwise they’re a pain in the ass. Make-up is cool and can be fun but I don’t like to spend a lot of time taking it off. I’ve taped my chest and got some pretty decent cleavage and with the right top and padding I can look pretty good. I prefer skirts and tops over dresses. I’m not a frilly girl but more like a rocker chick. I love skinny jeans with stilettos. My legs are my best asset. A lot of real girls have told me so.
2. FASHION FREEDOM is worth fighting for. I’m an advocate of fashion freedom. I believe guys should be able to wear whatever they like regardless of race, creed and most particularly sex. If a guy feels hot wearing torn jeans and a tee shirt he should go for it. If he feels hot wearing a short skirt and fishnet pantyhose with red peep-toe stiletto pumps he should also go for it. This isn’t cross-dressing. This is just guys wearing what they like and still be a guy. Other articles of fashion I like are ballet flats, espadrilles, Candies slides, boy shorts, textured stockings, denim mini skirts, and short-shorts.
3. EXHIBITIONISM – I love being nude around women who are clothed. Don’t get me wrong. I love being around nude women also and that’s a category in itself. There is something titillating about being the only naked person in the room.
4. VOYERISM CAN BE GROUPED WITH BEING WITH AN EXHIBITIONIST. – I never had the opportunity to do this but I have always desired to be out with a female who enjoyed “showing it off”. She would wear a tight low cut jersey with a mini skirt and no panties. She would also wear stiletto heels and take advantage of any opportunity she gets to flash me while others walk by unsuspecting. Or maybe even flash a stranger. Taking photos would be fun too.
5. MASTURBATION by myself or with a partner. It’s not really an end in itself but should be experimental and creative and free. I love girls to watch me and love to watch others. No guys please. Yeechh!!
6. STRAP-ONS – I’ve never done it but I’d love to strap one on. Better still, I’d love to be with a girl who’d strap one on too. As they say, two heads are better than one. Once they’re on I guess the fun thing is to figure out what to do next. Maybe a little jousting… or maybe not.
7. SWEARING and just talking dirty – There is nothing hotter than a chick with a foul mouth. Now I don’t particularly like being sworn at but love to hear it during normal conversation. No word is taboo. I’ve heard them all but not usually when the weather is being discussed or when someone is discussing their favorite restaurant or watering hole or going fucking shoe shopping. Would love to though. Put on these panties doesn’t have the same ring as “put your cock in these”.
8. NUDISM – Most people don’t call this a fetish. Hell, everyone likes being naked but I mean nude with no fucky stuff. Not nudist resort style either. The setting can be sexy but you’re just hanging out having a cold drink, talking about anything and checking each other out.
9. HAIR REMOVAL – To start with, no, barber shops don’t turn me on or beauty shops either but I have gotten into the whole hairlessness on men thing for some reason. I do let the hair grow on the top of my head but I have at various times taken an ax to the rest of my body hair. Not an ax exactly. That’s just a figure of speech. But maybe a razor. I keep my upper body rather hairless these days. Starting just above the pubes, I shave my belly, chest, and underarms. I like the feel. I have also on occasion shaved my legs. Now that’s a real pain in the ass. And I have had several brazilian waxes. I loved every part about those experiences except the part when the hairs come out. They haven’t invented a swear word that is worthy to be used for an experience like that. But the part when the esthetician pats your little balls right after she yanks out a huge glob of hair to reduce the sting…now I like that part. It’s pretty cool looking when it’s all done too. And feels great!
10. SHOES – I saved this one for last. It’s the weirdest one. Ok, most guys go for the skyscraper stiletto “fuck me” pumps and stripper shoes. That’s why stripper’s wear them for fuck’s sake but my fetish goes beyond that. I get a hard-on walking through the aisles at Payless. Yeah, kitten heel pumps, espadrille sandals with ankle wrap ties, mid heel sling-back pumps, mules, wedgies, skimmer flats (remember eighth grade?), ballet flats, stiletto heeled boots, peep-toe retro pumps, open-toed slides, between-the-toe, over-the-toe, heelless, backless, frontless, and help stop me!!! All this foot nudity is making me insane. Toe cleavage is as hot as its’ more famous big sister, tit cleavage. The best thing is, it’s all legal. Toes can even be nekkie in the streets but then that would be a toe fetish and we’re talking about shoes here.
Then there’s stockings, panties, painted nails, and a whole slew of other things that get me going. With all this said, I’m a pretty nice guy and would do anything for most anyone. I don’t mind being spoken to firmly but I do like being treated with respect even in fantasy. Most guys wouldn’t admit to enjoying any of the things I have listed above. They probably harbor some guilt and lead themselves to believe that they are totally fucked up. The way I see it is that I’m just one of about a zillion suppressed ex-eighth graders who wasn’t getting any back then and by making due with what we had created a little world of make-believe that never left us. So cheers for Mrs. Emmett for allowing us the opportunity to look down her top when she bent over to pick up her pencil. Did she know what she was doing? I think maybe she did. And cheers to all the eight grade girls who walked up the stairwell wearing their little skirts. And cheers for our school books for having something to drop on the stairwell so we could bend down to pick them up as the girls walked up the stair wells wearing their little skirts. And cheers to white girls gym shorts. And the cheer leaders. Let’s not forget the cheer leaders. And the school nurse who saw us with our shoes off. And cheers to stirrup pants and skimmer flats, and uncle Henry’s Playboy stash and hell anything else that prompted us to play with our “dirty thing” until it stuck out. Because without all that, sex would just be…well…sex.. If that were the case there would be only one question to ask. Do you take that with one hump or two?
