I wouldn't describe my wants, needs & desires as fetishes. They're more like "cravings". I don't know that any are unusual, though I suppose that depends on who I'm talking to. What is an entertainable concept here is shockingly unacceptable in some venues, though most likely taking place under cover of darkness.

I've made no secret of my love of licking a cum-filled vagina, but it's not something that I pine away my days desiring. It's something I get in the mood for.

I love pampering Mrs. WI's feet and I've had them bring me to orgasm a few times. I've become suprisingly (and very strongly) aroused while helping her try on a pair of sandals. I enjoy giving her gentle foot rubs and have been known to place soft kisses about them. My cum across her painted toenails is quite sexy in my mind. But I don't want every sexual encounter to be focused on or necessarily even include footplay. It's an arsenal in my cache of sexual weapons.

Everyone knows I really love breasts, and large diameter & pale nipples as well. Kissing them and watching the areola crinkle up as the nipple rises...wow, it's surreal. Climaxing upon them and then bringing her to orgasm with my hands while continuing to kiss them is very gratifying to both of us. But we each need to be in the mood for it.

I've been interested in watching Mrs. WI pee, but I don't necessarily crave for her to urinate on me. Like ReaperWoman, it's just something I'm interested in learning more about.

I long to be tied down and sexually teased. I want you to hover your panty clad pussy inches from my nose, my tongue. I want to see wisps of pubic hair peaking from the edges, and smell the strong musk of your femininity. I want to see you reach into your panties and touch yourself, then remove your hand and waft it over my tongue...making me strain for the slightest taste of your wetness. When you tire of this game, lower yourself onto me and let me worry your panties aside to get to my treasure. When I've had my thirst quenched, you can begin your onslaught on my genitals. Bring me to the brink of climax and deny my release. Rub your nipples on my cock and lick them both together. Bring me back to the edge and change your mind yet again. Make me scream for it! And give it to me.

I guess the best way to describe it is that I desire the satisfaction of my cravings, fetishes or not.

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Though I am different from you,
We were born involved in one another.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Complete surrender should not just come at moments in which one faces overwhelming odds, but in the calm when it seems one is personally in complete control of one's life.