16th January 2015 - Life - 8 Comments

International Fetish Day- What’s yours?

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Thanks to Uberkinky.co.uk I know it’s International Fetish Day. You can get 10% of everything before midnight tonight (16th Jan) with the code IFDUK so go indulge your favourite fetish, why not?

(Psst, Uberkinky didn’t ask me to write this, I just found out about International Fetish Day from them!)
 

Fetish is a word that conjures up all kinds of images and feelings. Fetish can often get a bad rap but today is the day to celebrate it. I was thinking about the fetishes covered in my books. The big one is of course BDSM.

There’s all kinds of fetishes within this one, all with their own specific kinks and niches. Being a ‘variety is the spice of life’ kinda gal I’ve never really focused in on one. I used elements of BDSM in lots of my books.

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Fulfill Me  flips from Femdom to Maledom and visits quite a few bits in between.

 

Caitlyn is out to get what she wants and she desperately wants Nick Casey, Star of Dobsons Digs the biggest soap on TV. She will do anything to get into his life but one thing, one person always stops her. His annoying yet handsome PA Mike.

But there is more to Nick and to Mike than she could ever have first imagined. She ends up on a journey from one side of BDSM to the complete opposite and all the time she’s just looking for the man who can make her whole.

“You look magnificently sexy, Mistress.”

“Good answer, slave. I think I’m going to like you, a lot. Now then, what did you say before? Oh yes, you thought I was a hot piece of ass.” The Americanised word sounded weird in my high class British accent.

“Well then,” I turn round, resting my hands on the sofa back, bending so that my skirt raises and he can see my pussy and arse. “If you love my bottom that much, show me.”

As soon as the words were out of my mouth I feel the pressure of his lips on my boot clad legs. He climbs up to my knee and thighs and to my buttocks. He kisses all over them, bathing them with his adoration. He moans and whimpers. I know he’s enjoying himself and I bask in his attention.

He pulls my buttocks apart so he can wriggle his tongue up and down the crack, teasing, tickling and arousing me over the strip of my thong. It’s amazing how wet I am already.

“You can take off my knickers, slave.” I pronounce.

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

How about a snippet from the other side of coin too. Well, why not. I’m all for a bit of tit for tat!

“…Over my knees now young lady.” I hesitate, biting my lip. “NOW!” He barks, making me jump. “Don’t question me young lady, or you’ll not be able to sit down for a fortnight.”

I concede and lower myself awkwardly to his lap, the bottom of my clothed breasts rubbing the outside of his thigh, my pubis pushing gently against the other. He quickly raises my skirt, folding it back over my bottom then he rips down the satin black knickers beneath.

He rubs his hand gently over the curve of my buttocks and I bite my lip, not wanting to moan out in case it enflames him more. I’ve never been spanked before but my cunt is wet and my nipples aching. However I’m not sure how much pain I can take. The idea is pleasurable, but the practicalities of it all make me anxious. I want to enjoy it, it’s obviously something he enjoys; I can feel his erection against my stomach. But I just don’t know how much punishment I’ll be able to take.

Suddenly, the thought is shocked from my mind as his usually soft hand slaps down with stinging harshness. It shocks me but it isn’t too uncomfortable. The next slap creates more heat than sharpness. I gasp and press my pubis forward trying to escape the next slap. It burns and I really start to question how much I can take.

Check through my BDSM books for something that’ll tickle (or spank) your fancy.

What other fetishes do I mention? Well, although I don’t quite go in for full on sploshing, I do use food a lot in my sexy stories.

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Really Cooking has lots of tasty, foodie scenes.

Three hot men and one curvy woman, now we’re really cooking. After breaking out of a truly awful relationship Paula finds herself floundering until she bumps into Gary. He cheers her up with a much coveted appointment at Flair, where more than her hair gets pampered. In return she offers Shane and Gary a cooking lesson to cheer up their ready-meal laden week.

The Friday feast turns into a sex laden success and becomes a recurring weekly date. Paula loves having the sexual attention of two hot bi guys but longs for something deeper.

Shane sets her up with professional chef, Nigel McCormack. Paula responds to his dominant appeal and the delights of all three men together. But how will Paula fair when she takes up a position in Nigel’s professional kitchen, will she capture his heart or will he return to his first love, food?

“I can’t take you anywhere,” Gary tutted and once again reached over me this time to wipe the chocolate from his partner’s chest. He offered it up to Shane’s lips and they fastened seductively on the proffered digit. “That’s better, but there is still a smear,” he leaned even farther over me and I watched him pull Shane towards him and lap gently at the chocolate stained skin. It all happened an inch away from my face and I could feel their strong, naked legs against mine. It was quite possibly the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

“That’s better,” he gasped, “now come on, Paula, I know you’re being a good host and letting your guests eat first but you need to dive in or there’ll be nothing left for you.”

“Okay.” I let out the breath I’d been unconsciously holding in as they moved apart and let me lean in to pick up a fruit. I didn’t look but my hand closed around a large chunk of banana. I dipped it in the milky chocolate and lifted it to my lips. Just as I opened my mouth Gary’s elbow knocked mine and I splattered warm chocolate down my front and managed to get Shane too.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I gasped, leaning forward to wipe the chocolate away with my fingers before I even thought. The banana in my other hand was forgotten until another drip landed on my thigh, just above my knee. “Damn, I’m making such a mess,” I cursed and put the chocolate dipped treat into my mouth. I bit down and simultaneously felt one finger brush along my chest and another on my thigh. I looked in time to see Shane’s hand leave my skin and move back to his mouth, then looked to Gary who was just finishing licking his finger clean.

“Smears,” they both said at exactly the same moment and before I could speak, move or even breathe their lips hit my skin.

If Sploshing is your thing, or you want to know more about it, check out my mate Cara Sutra’s post on the subject.

Embrace your fetishes today and indulge with pride.

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