Everything sexual is fetish. Everything sexual is a habitual response to an object, the object normally being another human being. It's all about objectifying the act. The fetishists have it figured out. They pinpoint a particular object of focus and become lost in it; lost in the anticipation; lost in the fulfillment. The fetishist reaches sexual heights that most people will never understand, because they do not fear objectifying the act. It is all about self-gratification, abandonment of social rules; the opportunity to pursue their deepest desires. Without fear of rules, the fetishist is allowed to escape the normal confines of sex, and explore the darkest recesses of their own desires. The more the desire is fed, the more intense it becomes, and the more intense, the more pleasurable. More than anything, objectification allows the most base of human desires to be realized and exalted.
  Forget love, commitment and relationships, these too are fetishes. They are the most common of fetishes. They are labels to which we have conditioned ourselves to respond. It is not love itself that drives us; it is the idea – the romance – of love. I will not discount these emotions, but we deceive ourselves if we truly believe that these emotions enhance the sexual experience. The phrase, "I love you" has no place in the sexual act, because in no other place are those words as empty; it is a conditioned response.
  Everything is fetish, for fetish exists within the mind. Fetish is the mind fuck; mind over matter. The ability to pleasure one's own self and step beyond the boundaries of what is acceptable. The mind is the erogenous zone that provide the greatest stimulation and therefore, the greatest pleasures. Fetish allows the mind to let go; to tear down reason; to experience all thoughts and emotions with absolute continuity.

  These are things that I cannot tell anyone; the things I do not speak of in proper company. Only a few lovers and confidants have any knowledge of what I will speak of here. These are the things that turn me on, get me off and wind my clock.

  The nape of the neck; the bend of the knee; the crease on the inner thighs, which lead to the pleasure centers.

  I love to speak with disregard to emotion during intercourse. I love to hear a woman say that she is a dirty slut; one who loves to be called bitch, cunt or whore. I love a man who says take it! I love a man or woman who demands more: Harder! Deeper! Faster! Fuck me!

  Violence and the threat of violence are always arousing. I have been choked to the point of unconsciousness and done the same to others. The fear of dying while being pleasured, sliding in and out of consciousness and not knowing if I'll ever feel the orgasm. The power of taking another person there, the risk of killing them makes my orgasm stronger. Occasionally I enjoy the sting of leather and the feeling of welts rising on my flesh; I find the visuals of triangular shaped welts from a riding crop to be particularly enticing. Sometimes even these do not carry far enough and bloodletting in necessary.

  Anytime I am forced or called upon to take by force!

  Death, I find sensual; something in the finality of it all. I always see her in an alley or abandoned building, half dressed and dead. I want her more then, than ever.

  I abhor the concept of personifying sex. The greatest gratifications come when objectifying. To be the object of another person's pleasure and to treat them as an object of your own desires – free from the worries of hurting or offending them – is the most wonderful of all sexual encounters. In this there are no promises to be kept; no expectations beyond the present; and one is left only to concentrate upon the task at hand.

  A good bondage is a work of art, framing the helplessness of the submissive. It is a moment where beauty, power and lust can be captured by the beholder. All great bondages should be captured on film and held privately by the artist.

  I love sexual excess. There is no such thing as too much sex! At the height of an extended sexual session, I am willing to do nearly anything. I have subjected myself to much brutality and brutalized others during these times. There are no taboos when lust is fully aroused; I carry scars to prove it.

  Sex with strangers and multiple partners is a cause of celebration. A good threesome, foursome or moresome is the height of gratification. I love the attention of two or more people at once, or of giving to one with another.

  The scent of leather; the touch of latex. The burn of candle wax. The look of fear and surprise. The look of another who is lost in the moment.

  Shaved genitalia, smooth to the touch, are the most prized of invitations for oral copulation.

  To be continued...