With my fetishes I have

They say you don't know your fetishes until you have that recurring fantasy over and over again, and then one day you yell: "I really like it when...!" To put it in context, as a sexologist, I can tell you that Fetishism is that embellishment or situation that generates pleasure in bed, and serves as an alternative to escape routine and rekindle stimulation, generating a lot of pleasure. And as I always say: in bed, anything goes, as long as we sweat, exhale, and get closer to the desired orgasm. 

Carolina discovered her fetish a long time ago when she met her husband. She hadn't realized she liked chest hair until one night, reaching climax, she caressed, kissed, and pulled at her lover's chest hair with her teeth, finishing again and again.

"I'm fascinated by a man with well-placed hair, and on the chest, even better! When I'm about to orgasm, I start to caress his chest and intertwine all his little hairs in my fingers. I run my tongue, moistened with plum lubricant, pull his hair with my teeth, and go wild. I also love it when Esteban grows a beard, because when he gives me oral sex, I'm in heaven! It's an indescribable pleasure."

My beloved Margarita almost fell out of my hand when I heard her confession. I turned to her and said: "My dear, your fetish is called 'Trichophilia.' So you love bears. I hope you don't like it too bushy down there, because I love to land on clean runways, ha ha ha!"

I confess that my fetish is hands. I love well-groomed, soft hands, with defined fingers, without calluses, and perfectly geometric nails. I also like to be completely naked and wear high heels when I enter the ring. 

One night, after an excellent Jazz concert, my boyfriend and I went to his apartment to end the evening. We poured ourselves some glasses of wine, he started kissing my chest and slowly taking off my clothes. It excited me to watch his hands travel all over my body and slowly remove my underwear. I whispered in his ear "leave your tie on, my love."

I was left with only my heels on, even though he always loved to kiss my feet and suck all my toes when he danced inside me.

 We lay down on the carpet and his words reached my Venus to recite long and profound verses, explained in a thousand tongues and full of pleasure. I grabbed his hands and placed them on my chest, contemplating them, licking his fingers, and intoxicating myself with the smell of my sex. I pulled him up by his tie for him to enter my womb, and continued contemplating his hands on my face, my waist, and my pelvis. Dawn caught up with us, as did our desperate whispers.

My friend Veronica loves to do it in public places and feel that sensation of being watched. Her "Agoraphilia" has led her to extreme and very fun situations. Once she was in a bar in Europe, and with a simple wink, she told her guy to accompany her to the bathroom. He chugged a drink and went to meet her.

“I was very cold, and what better way to warm up than to do it in a place full of people who might discover how naughty I am. I waited for him on the counter with my skirt up and no underwear. He unzipped and entered me. I was completely wet and open for him. It was violent, tempestuous, ardent, I told him: 'Harder, give it to me!' Suddenly the bar manager opened the door and discovered us. We smiled and minutes later we finished.

What we didn't know was that in that peculiar bar, those who were discovered having sex were given a bottle of vodka, but not before making it public to the audience.”

“Titi’s” fetish goes further, and although she hasn't had a scare yet, she talks about how she loves to be choked just before reaching orgasm. We know that some people have gone too far, like the renowned actor David Carradine, whose autoerotic asphyxiation led him to enjoy the other side of the river. So, be careful with "Asphyxiophilia"!

"It's an indescribable pleasure, it's like you're about to faint but you can't because you're reaching orgasm. Once I was dating a guy and one night while we were doing it, I told him to choke me. I guess he didn't like the idea, because he stopped calling me afterwards. How boring, ha ha ha!"

There's nothing wrong with having fun with your partner using clothes, leather, latex, whips, toys, costumes, places, etc. We all have those little desires that only the subconscious knows and that sometimes cry out to come out in bed. Don't let anyone label you as sick if your fetish is strange, let passion guide you. Fetishes are like tequila, you'll always need lemon and salt.

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