I’ll tell you a little secret. I have this thing for whispering. You know the same way some people are arse people, others are tit fanatics, well, I’m more of an aural person. Someone whispering in my ear or down the telephone or simply falling into a witty repartee with someone I find attractive can have me turned on in an instant. I even once talked to a guy at 1223 Phone exchange for 45 mins and was convinced to go on a date with him by the end of the call, such was the power of his voice. It’s with regret that I inform you that said date with 1223 guy didn’t pan out in person, but I’ll give it to him…the boy gave good phone.
There’s plenty of other stuff that gets my motor running, I guess some of which would be classified as ‘fetishes’, but for some reason, whispering is always the first thing that comes to mind when the question of “What turns you on?” is asked. Telling people what turns me on has become easier with age. I used to be embarrassed by the admission that certain things aroused me, but with the passing of time and let’s be honest; the accessibility of related information online which makes you feel like “oh hey! other people dig this too! I’m not a dirty perv! or I am, but it’s okay because other people are too!”, I generally feel pretty comfortable in letting my partners know all the weird and wonderful things that turn me on. I obviously bring out that level of comfort in other people too, because wow, I’ve had people confess some pretty interesting stuff to me.
One of my favourites was Mr KG, who turned out to have a feeding/feeder fetish who begged me to stuff the Swiss Roll he’d spied on my kitchen counter earlier in the evening, into his mouth while I called him a little piggy. I obliged (Like you didn’t see that coming!)…to be honest, I hate Swiss Roll and it was going to go to waste, so why the hell not? The next thing you know, I’m shoving handfuls of sponge and jam into his mouth. All I could think of was the crumbs that were going to be in my bed after he left. And I couldn’t call him a piggy for the life of me coz the words just wouldn’t come out. I’ve called a lot of people a lot of things but ‘little piggy’ just felt insane and giggles were the only thing that escaped my lips in the end. He was a lovely guy, but his fetish was something he lived and breathed, and it just wasn’t my piece of cake.
No matter what gets your motor running, there’s always someone out there to relegate you back to your spot in the Vanilla to SuperPerve spectrum, by sticking their dick in a hot running motor. I was knocked off my ‘hardcore’ perch that night, but it did heighten my interest in other peoples kinks. I find them fascinating. So tell me, where do you fit on the Vanilla (1) to SuperPerve (10)?
