Facial Hair Fetish It's Friday once more, so I turn my attention to a particularly fascinating fetish or other interesting area of BDSM. Knocking out three birds with one stone, as it were, this Fetish...
By Cara Sutra: A shared post on Facebook this morning turned my attention to the subject of sexy name calling. Not in a trolling or abusive way, although this post which was shared to my TL by the brilliant sexual educator that is Charlie Glickman does focus on in appropriate behaviour in what should have been a protective and safe environment for all who attended. As much as the actions of the sexist, inappropriate guy talked about in the post disgusted me, it was one word in particular which made me stop and think.
By Cara Sutra: There have been so many suddenly shocked faces during my conversations over the past few years that I’m thinking perhaps I’m getting a bit immune to the typically taboo realm of kink and fetish. That moment when you realise everyone at the surrounding tables in a restaurant have fallen quiet as you’re openly discussing anal reaming...
Every morning I am woken at 6.45am with a cup of hot coffee, as well as a mug of tea for my man next to me. I know it shames minnie dreadfully having to serve us in this way and in whichever way I wish. Always knowing he is nothing, so insignificant compared to his Mistress Cara and Her real man.
By Cara Sutra: When I asked a few weeks back, on Twitter and other social media, which fetishes people would like to see written up for Fetish Friday, I wasn’t expecting deep throat fucking to be one of them.
Pony play is when a submissive in the BDSM scene finds an attraction in being treated like a horse, or pony. This can be either as just a mind set, or can involve many accessories such as wearing saddle, being on all fours, having a bit gag, a butt plug tail and/or specially made hoof boots.
By Cara Sutra: I've written various articles on the subject. What I get out of locking a guy up in a chastity cage. Female chastity. Slaves have written their experiences, and there are several chastity device reviews. This year, I'm focusing on Keyholding services.
Cara Sutra: It’s come to my attention recently that certain folks are against people having their fantasies and acting them out, consensually, with their adult partner(s). Rape fantasy, to be specific. Now, I’ve taken this a little bit personally, as rape fantasy is a very important part of my sex life - a very enjoyable part of my fantasy and real life.
I'm wondering today, how many orgasms per week someone needs in order to feel fulfilled. Perhaps several each day, several an hour? Or are you a one-a-day man or woman? How do you choose to travel to this destination? Does it involve female chastity for you?
As thoughts turned to Friday, I realised I needed to write something for my Fetish Friday meme. As some of you may know, it has become something of a joke that I like a...
By Giles English: In the ideal kinky world, everybody talks before and after doing power exchange: “Communicate, communicate, communicate.” It’s the standard expectation in the BDSM community, where refusing to talk about kink is a red flag. And yes, communicating about kink feels like a no-brainer. How else will you both make sure that everything is safe and consensual?
By slave penny: The mere softness of the bed looked so inviting. In fact the imagined comfort of the deep cushioned bedroom chairs would have been pleasure beyond imagination. It had been many years since I had experienced what, at one time, would have been a routine amenity.
By Cara Sutra: Now here's an entirely new spin on the phrase “eating out”! Perhaps you’ve heard of vore but you’re not sure what it is. Vorarephelia is a fetish, and those who find themselves aroused by the idea of eating, or being eaten by, a person. Not in the literal eating of people, which is cannibalism. Dolcett Girls falls under the vore fetish category.
I moaned aloud as he took me by the shoulders and drove the full length of his cock deep into my achingly hungry pussy. My slippery, soft labia were spread apart as they massaged his welcome penetration. My head turned to the side, flat on the bed as he pinned it there with his heavy hand in my hair, he rammed his cock into me repeatedly, frenziedly. This wasn't love-making. This was primitive, carnal rutting.
By slave penny: It was not an ordinary indoor circus. It was small, the luxurious seats located on three steeply rising tiers. Tables between each pair of seats were filled with half full bottles of champagne and other wines, glasses, sumptuous foods and a multitude of sex toys.