Remember all that buzz about My Little Pony dolls a while back? Same company.
No, I don’t have any of those, them things are ugly! They also make perfectly ordinary things, like swim rings.
I do remember. But I was still holding out hope it was the butterfly thing.
I now remember there was a doper several years back that started a thread on his fetish. I can’t remember his name to look it up to refresh my memory, but I’ll give it a try.
Basically, he found it arousing to see a woman being beat up, not by him, maybe by another woman. Not in a whips and riding crop way, but like a fist fight. I think he had never done it in real life and satisfied his fetish with old Wonder Woman comics. For those that are unaware, early WW comics relied heavily on WW getting beat up and tied up. The creator did this on purpose because that was his kink. Old WW was way less powerful than she is now. No flying, no beating up Superman.
Why wouldn’t he just watch women’s pro wrestling, especially late 80’s All Japan. They beat each other bloody on a regular basis.
I still have a PM from 14 years ago.
[Edited by PuzzleGal, at poster’s request, for privacy]
IIRC, his thing was women being punched in the face, so more a boxing thing, I guess. I also don’t remember his exact role in the actual sex part, if he was a voyeur or he stepped in after the woman was beat up and did whatever he wanted to do at that point.
Totally familiar with that poster, didn’t connect the dots. I didn’t really want to “out” him, even tho he’s posted about it.
I created my profile on OKCupid with the same name that I use here. After I’d already done that, I worried that I might be discouraging potential matches who would think I did have a prosthetic limb. So then I added an over-the-top, tongue-in-cheek explanation of how I lost my arm to a barracuda while doing a sea turtle census for the Cousteau Society.
I gather that the humor was lost in translation and he contacted me with the belief that I was an amputee.
Cake-sitting. Like, sitting on a cake with a naked butt. I mean really sitting.
When I heard about it, I laughed and thought it must be a joke, but it isn’t (still amusing as hell, tho). Apparently there are quite a few women who make their living catering to this fetish with videos, but I can see that it would be, um, untidy as part of a partnered sex act.
This seems like a fetish that is exceedingly easy to indulge in IRL.
I didn’t say it would be difficult. The OP didn’t ask about difficult.
But you could answer honestly about how you came by your injuries without the risk of getting your partner prosecuted. I have a pretty good friend into BDSM who tells me that it’s mostly illegal in this state to assault another person, even if it’s consensual.
Sorry, but that’s funny. Nothing you can write on the internet will be outlandish enough that there isn’t someone, somewhere that will believe it. I should have guessed about the Robot_Arm connection.
Pretty limited to where you can practice it tho. At home or at cake parties would be about it. I can’t imagine spending a weekend at a friends or at your parents and you bring along a giant tarp and 2 or 3 cakes. “No, Mom, these cakes are just for us. And we don’t need dinner because we’ll fill up on eating cake off of our bodies. Oh, and can we have some extra towels? Thanks!”
Maybe I’m just lazy but having to do all that cleanup every time you have sex seems like a chore. I think I would just find a maid that would be amenable to earning some extra cash and have cake sex with her.
Who would ever think that a Kitchen Aid mixer would be a sex toy.
Cake sitters?
Pretty sure my brother-in-law thinks it is and that’s just for the cake, no sitting required.
Someone has to bake the cake. I can see it now, trussing in the cake so that the descent is slow.
And maybe an oven in that special room so no one requests a piece of the cake after you’ve baked it?
And do you ice a target on the top? Not a bull’s eye, a bum’s eye?
And I’m restraining myself from writing the massive number of double entendres that are flooding into my sick mind.
I prefer to think of it as a vivid imagination. You could probably get 10 double entendres just from the having your cake and eating it too line.
That’s a different fetish, though. I’m told inflatables fetishists come in two varieties: those who like to pop the inflatable at the ‘crucial moment’ and those who never pop them. The former sounds like it could get expensive…
Something like 50 years ago my mother, telling me the benefits of marriage, said that I could have my cook and eat her too.
So I get it honestly.
Your mom sounds like a wise woman. Funny too.