I was not thinking about Globophilia or Balloon fetishism when we shot this set. The images were intended to feature in my new book Ingles Para Pervertidos. To illustrate the chapter about sexual health I decided to pose with a condom and then blow it up like a balloon. The unintended consequences of playing with the condom is something that balloon fetishists or “Looners” know already.

It was when I played with the inflated condom that I got a little carried away. My long red hair was tied back and I was wearing large glasses which got in the way a little. As the condom grew, the transparent latex began to exaggerate the image of my face and lips more and more. My glossy red mouth and pale fingers looked like a large fake vulva reflected in a distorting circus mirror. I began to appreciate how balloon fetishists felt.

The condom grew longer and began to look like a huge rubber teat. My naked nipples looked small compared to this fake one. I was fascinated by the way the inflated latex looked and by how it sounded.The more I played with blowing into the condom and watching it expand, the more I understood why balloon fetishists get off on them so much. I could not decide whether I was a Popper or a Non Popper yet.

As the shoot continued I became more passive and controlled by the condom. My poses became restricted. I had to bite into the end of the condom to keep the air inside. The latex was so thin that you could see my distorted face through it. I felt like a latex doll and looked like one as well. I had a wide eyed look and a motionless mouth. The whiteness of my skin was in perfect contrast to the MAC Red lipstick stains on the stretched surface of the taut condom.

This was what some Balloon fetishists dreamed of.

It was a different kind of blowjob.

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It is quite common for me to be asked what my favourite fetish is. Believe it or not, that is not a question that I can answer very easily.

My taste in fetishes can be dependent upon my mood or even the time of the year I find myself in. In Winter, I can indulge myself by wearing stockings and suspenders, latex dresses, designer corsets, tight woollen sweaters and, especially, leather gloves. Although I’m looking forward to warmer temperatures and the approach of Summer, it will be a shame to pack my burgundy-coloured Marks and Spencer gloves away. I’m holding on to them for as long as I can.

I remember that I was in the U.K. and on a mission to do some shopping when I saw these gloves. I had intended to buy some things that I missed from home but I forgot all that when I saw the rack that the leather gloves were displayed on. I went over immediately and looked for a pretty black pair in my size. Black leather goes with absolutely everything where clothes are concerned. Then, I had an idea. My usual lipstick colour is either MAC Red or MAC Vino lipliner. What if I wore gloves that matched my lips? I saw this pair and they were exactly the same shade.

Their fit was perfect and the leather, when I opened and shut my hand, was soft and smooth with a rich and arousing aroma. I didn’t want to take them off and have to wait in a queue to make them mine. Now, when I hear people complaining about the cold, I have to hide the fact that I’m secretly delighted. It means I can wear my gloves as often as I like and indulge one of my favourite fetishes.

It doesn’t matter which style or colour of clothing I wear in Winter because I know that my leather gloves and pouting lips will always be perfectly coordinated.

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I’m a tea fetishist. That doesn’t really mean that I get turned on by drinking tea or that was what I used to think.

I was born in the U.K. and tea was never seen as being sexy. My idea of tea fetishism is based on the rituals around drinking it in public and the tense formality of tea-time. All of the habits associated with this strange custom, like poking your little finger out when you raise the cup to your lips, turn me on in different ways.

I prefer green tea and I’ve never got any other type in the house. I was surprised and amused recently when I read a report that green tea can do some wonderful things to your sex life. I’d already suspected it but it’s always reassuring to know that I’m right. According to the study the use of green tea over a 10 week period can improve your stamina by as much as 24%.

The University of Washington collected data on 6 different couples. Fifty percent had been offered green tea. The others had not. After the ten weeks were up, the couples who only drank green tea reported back that it had dramatically affected their sex life. As well as being happier and more relaxed they confirmed that they had sex more often and for longer than they’d done for a long time. A direct link between the tea and fertility was outside the scope of the study but it seems that its ability to promote a feeling of tranquility was the key.

Maybe this explains why, after I’ve had my pot of green tea in the morning, I need to lie down with my rabbit. It wasn’t my big sex drive at all, just the tea.

I was only too happy to shoot this set on a convenient balcony. Not only was I able to drink green tea while I posed but I was able to coordinate my beloved gingham blouse with a retro head scarf and glasses. Trying to navigate the teacup to my lipsticked pout with colour matched leather gloves was harder than it looks here.

Boy George once said : “I’d rather have a cup of tea than go to bed with someone – any day.” I prefer to have both and as often as I can.

I did have a lot more to say on this subject but I have to go.

The kettle just boiled and I’m thirsty.

Photography by Guy Moberly.

Loving leather has never been difficult for me. I’ve always had a leather fetish – the smell of it and its coldness against my naked skin are complete turn-ons. I insist that any shoes, shoulder-bags or whips that I’m given must be made from it because imitation leather doesn’t impress me at all.

Even leather sofas get me excited and – if I see one and get a chance – I always make sure that I lie on it. I have to be full-length, naked and on my own to get the biggest thrill. Unfortunately, having energetic sex on one isn’t recommended as the more you’re pushed into it, the louder it’s embarrassing noises become. It’s worse when you get sweaty and have to peel yourself from its sticky surface after you’ve both finished.

I was posing topless last week and noticed – all of a sudden – that I was getting cold. I pouted my full lips, lowered my glasses and looked around me. In moments I spotted Sebas’ black leather jacket lying on the floor in a far corner of the room. I shook my ringlets, bent down to pick it up and asked him about it. He explained that it was brand-new and that he hadn’t even worn it properly yet. That detail began to excite me and I realised that I needed to sniff its aroma close-up. New leather is intoxicating to my senses and this jacket was no exception.

I grasped its collar and hauled it up from the floor. It was reassuringly heavy and rigid with lack of use. The jacket was also cold to the touch and – after I dragged it around me – I shivered and felt small inside it. It felt even colder against my naked back, cleavage and stiff nipples. I was glad my legs had nude stockings on them, at least. It became a pleasure to put up with the discomfort as we got on with the shoot.

This is the result.

Photos by Sebas Romero.

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The armpit fetish has moved into the mainstream so far that you only have to look at the covers of recent – high-end – fashion magazines to see its effect. If you are an armpit fetishist and you visit a news stand you could be forgiven for thinking that your favourite erogenous zone had also become the most popular trend this season. There has never been a better time to be an armpit fetishist than now.

This focus on underarms is only the latest in a series of body parts that have caught the imagination of editors and photographers. This list has already featured toe-cleavage and side-boobs. One modelling agency insider admitted recently that: “There’s a definite fad for armpit posing at the moment…but they’ve got to be pits to be proud of – smooth and hairless only please.”

The most infamous past exception to this current rule was the actress Julia Roberts who – at the premiere of Notting Hill in 1999 – had no problem with baring her hairy armpits.

The armpit fetish can appeal in two entirely different ways or both at the same time. Some armpit fetishists are particularly attracted to them visually and they indulge themselves by collecting photos or by appreciating the voyeuristic spectacle of arms being raised in public. By contrast, there are other fetishists who find the odour and pheromones associated with armpits to be completely irresistible. In both cases, this fetish can result in the act of armpit sex.

Personally, I think the smell of hairy armpits is a complete turn-off. For the sweet underarm smell that I prefer, an armpit bush is really not recommended and the skin must be smooth to the touch. The act of shaving or waxing this sensitive part has fetish potential all of its own. For me, the most attractive thing about armpit fetish photos is the quality and shape of the pectoral muscles underneath.

It’s also significant that the armpit is the most ticklish part of the human body by far. I’m very ticklish there myself and I usually start laughing before the tickling starts.

Now that you’ve had a privileged view of my smooth and nude armpits I think it is time to lower my arms again.

Photos Sebas Romero

I’ve always been a lingerie fetishist – I believe they you can never have enough suspender belts, stockings and, especially, bras.

I love all bras. From push-ups which enhance cleavage, to comfy sports bras and, especially, transparent bras which enhance hard nipples – they’re all important parts of my collection. The right bra can do so much to promote self-confidence and encourage a more eroticised image that it still amazes me that so many women just buy blind and hope for the best.

Panties have developed from their ordinary origins into a variety of specific modern forms that fit almost any professional scenario or erotic opportunity. These styles include Boy shorts, G-strings, thongs, high-waisted, crotchless and retro versions. Panty decorations can now comprise numerous different frills, ribbons and costume jewellery. I’ve always wanted a pair of fitted, latex ones, if I’m honest.

Putting on stockings and a suspender belt takes time and effort to get the right effect. Tights are easy – they can just be put on without any thought needed as to how short a skirt is or if my legs are smoothly shaved or not.

I’ve recently become a fan of vintage lingerie because it feels like a protective suit of fabric armour beneath my outerwear. High waisted panties and a six-strap suspender belt makes me seem glamourous and feminine at the same time as they prevent easy access. An authentic set of retro-underwear leaves a lot to the imagination because it hides a higher percentage of skin.

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The photo – shoot allowed me to play with numerous pairs of underwear, the different effects they have when used together and the unexpected fun that it was to play around as a “panty mermaid” on a sunny balcony. My look was based on the unusually effective way my long, curly, red hair appeared – it looked like I was floating underwater. The addition of glasses made my persona seem even more perverse than usual. My favourite retro bra of all – my blue gingham one – worked incredibly well with my high-waisted, sheer panties. I overlaid a fitted, six – strap retro suspender belt for luck and pushed the persona even further by dragging on panties after panties, mixing thongs, brazilians and boy-shorts. A pair of neat heels finished the vision.

Photos by Guy Moberly

I am always getting requests for wet clothes fetish sets.

Tacky holiday resorts often host wet t-shirt contests to attract an audience. These competitions feature attractive young women wearing thin, white t-shirts being drenched in warm beer or cold water for popular entertainment because – although they’re still dressed – their breasts are completely visible.

When we began shooting this set it only took me a few minutes to settle on the common male fantasy of seeing a soaking wet, skirtless secretary. It didn’t matter if she had been caught in the rain or if she had fallen into a hotel bath during an important conference – just so long as the fetish details were right.

This scene needed me to end up having long dripping hair and wearing wet stockings, steamed-up glasses and damp see-through white panties. Most important of all, my blouse had to have been made totally transparent by the cold water, revealing the appearance of my shivering breasts and the size and shape of my hard, hard nipples.

It worked so well and I had such a ball doing it that I shoot more wet clothes fetish sets whenever I am able, even having wet thighs doesn’t put me off.

I can’t wait to share the results of those sessions with you.

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There’s nothing like strawberry sex; because it’s never dull, ordinary or vanilla. Neither is it dangerous, extreme or serious. Strawberry sex is never less than rude, kinky and fun and it throws in handcuffs, chairs, ropes, ice cream and fruit wherever and whenever possible. Every sense pleasure, erotic stimulus and opportunity to explore the moment without inhibition is what it means.

Eating a handful of strawberries can increase your sex drive, a nutritional survey claimed recently.

The fruit is covered with seeds that contain zinc, the nutrient most closely associated with sex. A man can deplete his body’s total zinc supply if he has sex three times in 24 hours so the usefulness of this fruit speaks for itself. They also contain large amounts of vital anti-oxidants which encourage increased blood-flow to the sexual organs. Strawberries also provide sustained energy levels at only a few calories. It’s a multi-win situation.

The sight of someone eating a strawberry, slowly, is also very arousing because of its familiar bulbous shape and deep red colour. I made sure my nails were painted with the same shade as my lips and the fruit and I remembered that detail when I slipped on Sebas Romero’s big glasses before we began this shoot. I couldn’t see anything through the thick, heavy lenses so my mind wandered and I thought about the taste of a strawberry and the feel and shape of it against my tongue. When I had one in my mouth I sucked it, enthusiastically, with hollow cheeks until I bit down on it, swallowed and had to wipe the stickiness from my chin afterwards.

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Most women imagine that the classic image of a suspender set with a push-up bra is what gets their man going. However, research has proven that this couldn’t be further from the truth. It has been established that the wannabe stripper look doesn’t really work. So, why are lingerie shop windows full of expensive, matching sets if men aren’t convinced by them?

Men are uncomplicated creatures. Whether it’s a simple white set-up with a sexy bow, or some cute polka dot pants, the items that really score big with them are those that suggest innocence and fun.

Mismatched underwear is perfect to feed in to this need because it plays along with an important male fantasy. After a solid night of sweet loving, a man likes to imagine that the girl is so overwhelmed by his performance in bed that she’s put on mismatching underwear to stagger out of his room.

For me, mismatching underwear says : ‘Yes, I’m hot enough not to conform to your fashion rules, my friend.’ I know that men prefer mixed-up bras and panties that don’t match because I’ve asked them. They told me that mismatched underwear makes them focus their attention on the bra, panties and stockings one at a time and spend longer looking at each piece. That means their gaze is fixed on those important parts that the underwear is designed to flaunt for much longer.

Underneath all the sexily chaotic disorganisation of my clothes in this set, there is a kind of precise attention to detail at work.These ensembles – tight, pink crop top, yellow boy shorts or frilly polks dot panties and striped, green and white thigh-high socks – might look as if they were thrown on but it was very carefully planned.

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All featured photography by Sebas Romero.

I’d been thinking about shooting a wet-clothes fetish set for a long time but,when it happened, it was fast, instinctive and exciting.

I was fully clothed when I lay back in the bathtub and began fooling around with the shiny shower head. As the hard rain of the hot water drenched my thin, white blouse my hard nipple became obvious through the transparent fabric. My glasses steamed up very fast and I was left with the feeling of my clinging wet clothes becoming heavier against my skin. My drenched hair fell in wet coils against my shoulders and, as the gleaming droplets hit my mouth, my shining wet lips formed a rich lipsticked pout before opening slightly to receive what was being offered.

Bathrooms have never been a place set aside for just keeping clean. Many of my male friends have admitted to me that their sex life mainly consists of masturbating in the shower before work. This private moment of quality “me-time” became mainstream with my favourite scene from “American Beauty” and the brilliant performance of Kevin Spacey.

Female friends have confided to me that they use their showerheads to masturbate in a variety of ways but, when it comes to couples, the cramped conditions of a bathroom and even the temperature of the water can get in the way. Bathroom sex can seem a wonderful idea but it’s hard to get really comfortable and, if you’re not under the water, it can get really cold.

I thought about that when I began to enjoy the feeling of being exposed and naked even though I was fully dressed and soaking wet. It was such an arousing experience that I’ve already made plans to repeat it and shoot more sets exploring the wet-clothes fetish.

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Photography by Andrew O’Hara..