This is a question intended solely for the adult audience, both tagged as NSFW and with a NSFW warning in the title. I don’t see a rule prohibiting those, and I hope it’s allowed.
Not talking about rare because taboo, but ones people may not even ever think of when hearing “fetish”.
I have a major fetish for… apartments. Housing. Generally interior of buildings. It’s been born out of my socioeconomic situation and continues. I find the idea of having sex in a nice, non-claustophobic space extremely allouring. If I see a glimpse of a nice interior via a window, it’s where my thoughts immediately go. I see a nice plant in the window? I fantasize about how good the rest of the place looks like and how hot it would be to do the do in it. Nice lightning? Same thoughts. Tall windows implying high ceilings and more space? Guess what… I thought I’d appreciate living alone, but my apartment is claustrophobic, which is something I thought I wouldn’t mind, since I grew up in worse, but it affects my mental health. Fantasizing about having sex in more modern, more spacious places is not only an escapism, but actually turns me on a lot. I hate that most people don’t seem to be able to host. I would probably give a chance to someone I otherwise wouldn’t consider if they had a nice place - to picture how strong the fetish has become over time.
I’m curious about other people’s. Share away.
I have no experience but I was dating a lady who knew a dude into “sounding”. Kinda blew my mind that that was a thing.
I still remember the person i was before i found out what sounding was, i’ll say thats what took away any semblence of innocence i had. Thank you reddit.
You clearly haven’t run into any lemon stealing whores or missing Jolly Ranchers, to name two, but who am I to judge? Both your arms might be broken. 🤷🏼♂️
Am i having a stroke?
If your shoebox is nearby, I’d assume so.
Now this classic i remember
Don’t look up the jolly rancher story then
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Yeah, it’s one of those things that conceptually sounds worse than it typically is in practice. You’re not inserting like a full candelabra into someone’s urethra. It’s usually a very narrow, sterile rod. Like a coffee stirrer. Except the coffee is semen and instead of a Starbucks cup made from partially recycled cardboard it’s your junk.
I believe you but the thought makes my legs lock up and my toes curl lmao
Another friend of mine, a kid from school, his older brother in the Navy said how guys in the Middle East jack off different than we do here. This brother was stationed in some camel country where the public market sells what could be fancy letter openers. Each fancy tool is just a thin rod of polished brass or silver, maybe as long as your hand, with a big tip at one end, either a big metal ball or the kind of fancy carved handle you’d see on a sword. This Navy brother says how Arab guys get their dick hard and then insert this metal rod inside the whole length of their boner. They jack off with the rod inside, and it makes getting off so much better. More intense. It’s this big brother who travels around the world, sending back French phrases. Russian phrases. Helpful jack-off tips.
After this, the little brother, one day he doesn’t show up at school. That night, he calls to ask if I’ll pick up his homework for the next couple weeks. Because he’s in the hospital.
He’s got to share a room with old people getting their guts worked on. He says how they all have to share the same television. All he’s got for privacy is a curtain. His folks don’t come and visit. On the phone, he says how right now his folks could just kill his big brother in the Navy.
On the phone, the kid says how, the day before, he was just a little stoned. At home in his bedroom, he was flopped on the bed. He was lighting a candle and flipping through some old porno magazines, getting ready to beat off. This is after he’s heard from his Navy brother. That helpful hint about how Arabs beat off. The kid looks around for something that might do the job. A ball-point pen’s too big. A pencil’s too big and rough. But dripped down the side of the candle, there’s a thin, smooth ridge of wax that just might work. With just the tip of one finger, this kid snaps the long ridge of wax off the candle. He rolls it smooth between the palms of his hands. Long and smooth and thin.
Stoned and horny, he slips it down inside, deeper and deeper into the piss slit of his boner. With a good hank of the wax still poking out the top, he gets to work.
Even now, he says those Arab guys are pretty damn smart. They’ve totally re-invented jacking off. Flat on his back in bed, things are getting so good, this kid can’t keep track of the wax. He’s one good squeeze from shooting his wad when the wax isn’t sticking out anymore.
The thin wax rod, it’s slipped inside. All the way inside. So deep inside he can’t even feel the lump of it inside his piss tube.
From downstairs, his mom shouts its suppertime. She says to come down, right now. This wax kid and the carrot kid are different people, but we all live pretty much the same life.
It’s after dinner when the kid’s guts start to hurt. It’s wax so he figured it would just melt inside him and he’d pee it out. Now his back hurts. His kidneys. He can’t stand straight.
This kid talking on the phone from his hospital bed, in the background you can hear bells ding, people screaming. Game shows.
The X-rays show the truth, something long and thin, bent double inside his bladder. This long, thin V inside him, it’s collecting all the minerals in his piss. It’s getting bigger and more rough, coated with crystals of calcium, it’s bumping around, ripping up the soft lining of his bladder, blocking his piss from getting out. His kidneys are backed up. What little that leaks out his dick is red with blood.
This kid and his folks, his whole family, them looking at the black X-ray with the doctor and the nurses standing there, the big V of wax glowing white for everybody to see, he has to tell the truth. The way Arabs get off. What his big brother wrote him from the Navy.
On the phone, right now, he starts to cry. They paid for the bladder operation with his college fund. One stupid mistake, and now he’ll never be a lawyer.
Sticking stuff inside yourself. Sticking yourself inside stuff. A candle in your dick or your head in a noose, we knew it was going to be big trouble.
That’s Chuck Palahniuk. Didn’t remember the story, but that’s his storytelling.
I need to give old Chuck a revisit. I’ve heard a lot of his most recent writing is pretty mid, but he was hot shit 15 to 20 years ago.
Beautiful.
The dumbest part of this whole story is how they pissed away that kids college funds. NEVER pay medical bills with your own cash in full. Set up a low interest payment plan with the hospital. If the amount is under a grand, you just ignore the letters and calls from the collection agency and it will probably go away. I’ve done it. They aren’t going to sue you unless the amount is really high, probably.
What the fuck. How do I unread this. What a terrible day to have eyes. Just reading it makes me feel ill.
I’m a middle essterner and I couldn’t continue reading your post but it’s nothing I’ve ever heard of.