An Exercise in the Taboo

I was talking with a female friend of mine recently, and the things I heard coming out of her mouth were quite shocking to me. She told me how she had an ex-boyfriend who "asked strange requests of her sexually". At first she was being vague, so I opened the door for her. I said, "Like what, ass-licking? Having his butt fingered while having sex?" I told her that I myself enjoy those activies on occasion. However, what followed was quite a surprise to me. She was right, these were rather strange requests.

She told me she had been with him over a year and then he started having problems "getting it up". So, she asked him what she could do to help. So after intense coercing she agreed to fist his ass while giving him a reach-around. Apparentely that was the only way he could get off. She told me she thought that maybe he was gay. I said, "Oh yea? What gave you that clue?" I guess eventually the novelty of that one started to wear thin and things were back to their normal way of him not being able to perform. So one night while laying in bed together she asked, "What is it that you want me to do?" He was apprehensive at first and wouldn't budge on his insecurities. However, eventually he came around to telling her that he wanted her to Poop in a pair of white cotton panties. "Whoa", I said. "Like what did he want to do with it after you were done? Roll around in it, rub it in his face?" She said she didn't know, and never would know. For she did not abide by his request. Needless to say she ended the relationship shortly thereafter.

I met a friend in rehab once, Russ, who was a roommate of mine. One late sleepless night we got onto the conversation of our strange sexual experiences and fetishes. I thought that I was a scumbag. I'm glad to know that there are people out there who are sicker than me though. Russ' thing was that he had a foot fetish and a piss fetish. You know, like Golden Showers and Golden Cocktails. He was a Navy man and had been for 30 years. He traveled the world abroad and liked to taste-test prostitutes from all over the globe. He said that eventually his fetishes came to a climax when he decided to combine the two. Here was his bag: He would hire a prostitute. Buy them a pair of high heels. Fuck them while they wore their high heels, and then after they were done he would have them piss inside the shoe and he would drink it. Russ was a hardcore alcoholic too, hence the reason he was in rehab with me. So often times he would mix whiskey with the piss. Yumm. A true Golden Cocktail.

I have to admit, I myself have some fetishes. And I myself have done some things of this nature. I remember one ex asked me to piss on her in the shower. I obliged. I didn't get anything out of it. But apparentely she dug it. Whatever. I'll do whatever I can to make a female happy. But poop-fetishes is where I draw the line. Anyways, there is no conclusion to this story. There is no point to this story. So, you wanna go get some Sushi tonight?