Redhead Fetish

The Redhead Fetish has been around for centuries. Russet, ginger or honey-blond, it doesn’t matter how it’s described-this shade maintains its popularity despite the increasing rarity of its appearance in public.The redheaded gene is, as we’re constantly being told, becoming rarer so the real thing is becoming more and more valuable as a resource for enthusiasts.

This isn’t the only reason why they are of such interest to some fetishists. A particular mythology has arisen about redheads-they are said to be temperamental, capricious and more inclined towards the earth than their blonde or brunette sisters. Physically, the combination of their hair colour with naturally pale skin and freckles marks them out from a crowd and, unlike other colourings, red hair is impossible to duplicate with store-bought dyeing kits.

Red hair often gets the wrong type of attention and its owners get singled out and are called names like “carrot-top” or Duracell. At a time when most young women ensure that they are smooth beneath their underwear, the mystique of an exuberant ginger bush is as essential for redhead fetishists as it is uncommon.They think of redheads as exotic creatures who are rare in their erotic potential.

Lingerie on the Beach

I wore lingerie on the beach at Barcelona instead of a bikini and, as I posed for the photographer, the sand was cool on my pale belly. As an authentic redhead, it’s hard for me to spend any serious time on the beach in the summer so I took my chance in January and chose my outfit with that in mind. I love mismatched lingerie so I made sure that I made an impression with my transparent polka-dot bra, tight black boy-shorts, hold-up stockings and high heels. The image of those heels digging into the sand – as I walked along the beach – stuck in my mind as the photographer did his work. As I lay there, the sun became too bright for my green eyes and I had to cover my face with my warm, red hair. It seemed obvious to play with this idea by using the blindfold from Le Boudoir that I had in my bag for emergencies. Even though knew that there were nude sunbathers a little further up the beach, I felt more conscious of them under the lace blindfold than if I could’ve seen where they were looking. I suspected that some of them might be photographing our shoot for their own benefit but I didn’t really care. I just posed and felt safe and reassured that I was warm, dry and that the cool waves washed up way behind me where they couldn’t reach. Instead, the cold water crept up and shocked […]

Confessions of a Lingerie Fetishist

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 […]

Suspension

Suspension bondage appeals to fetishists because it makes the person being suspended seem more vulnerable if they are unable and unwilling to escape their restraints. By trying to free themselves they could fall to the floor and injure themselves so their anxiety is magnified. Being suspended in a large open space also turns a helpless, submissive subject into an object whose complete powerlessness can be as erotically satisfying for themselves as much as for any spectators watching. Rope suspension can be a form of performance art at BDSM conventions and fetish-themed nightclubs. I was fascinated by the suspension shows I saw at some of those clubs. I prefer pain-free suspension rather than the kind that uses hook and chains.It was on Bogatell beach in Barcelona where I saw a rope climbing frame and thought I’d try suspension for myself Even though high-heels aren’t recommended to wear on rope climbing frames they were perfect with my matching black boy-shorts, transparent long-sleeved top and hold-up stockings which emphasised my pure-white, naked thighs for all those appreciative fetishists out there. It was a real challenge hanging up there with my fiery red hair hanging down and blowing in the warm breeze. I had to rely upon my strength alone to support my body but I was more than up for the challenge I had set for myself. I knew that some spectators were taking photos of me hanging there but – just to show my playful awareness of them – I posed at […]

My Love for Red Lingerie – Venus O’Hara

Normally, red lingerie is perceived as being really tacky. It’s associated with harlots, cheesy Valentine’s Day lingerie sets and Mother Christmas outfits. As I adjusted the fit of the red lingerie and smoothed my breasts into a killer cleavage, I thought about how much I loved this bra, not just because it fits me so well but for the fact it’s elegant and avoids the tackiness of other “red” underwear. The worst of all are those pieces thrown together out of shiny, unflatteringly cheap fabric. They’re more like a nasty orange colour than real red. After the bra’s front-fastening was opened, my freckled nudity almost merged into the white wall behind me. I’m conscious of the fetish potential of my red hair, white skin and green eyes-this shoot made me more aware of it than ever. The rich red motif was extended from the bra to include my glistening lipstick, red fingernails and the ripe strawberries that passed for succulent nipples. When those reds emphasised my eyes, blazing in the middle of my blowing hair-the image was almost complete. As I took the red tip of the fruit between my glossy lips and slowly sucked-I knew it was perfect. I love the effect of red on my skin and I always will. [nggallery id=3] Photos by Yuky.

Fur Fetish on The Beach

Even for a fur fetishist like me, it seems unthinkable that I wore furs on the beach in January, especially when I feel the heat now, against my naked skin, in July. It’s easy to imagine furs in winter but, in Barcelona, it’s sunny even on cold days and instead of taking an umbrella in your handbag you’re more likely to take a pair of sunglasses instead. People always stare at me on the beach because my skin is so white and my red hair reflects the bright sunlight. Instead of an all-over tan I just get more freckles. I felt their eyes on me when I opened the fur coat. That feeling got worse when I removed my skirt to reveal tight fitting, hold-up stockings and my discount heels. It was impossible to walk elegantly on the sand with them on. When I got used to the temperature, it was time to take off the fur coat and reveal my mismatched underwear-black cotton boy-shorts and a retro, polka-dot bra. It’s always more provocative to wear lingerie on the beach instead of a bikini. Although I was wearing more clothes, I felt more exposed than if I was walking around naked. People expect to see naturists standing in the distance but are shocked to see someone wearing stockings it seems. [nggallery id=15] Photography by YUKY

Bra Tease (Lingerie Fetish) – Venus O’Hara

I’ve always had a bra fetish. As far as I’m concerned, you can never have too many of them. Today, the average American woman owns six bras; I’ve got 25, but I want more. A lot more. I’ve always been around a size 90b. All women know that their breast size will fluctuate according to time of the month, taking the pill and their overall body weight. I know different since this photo-shoot. I’d always wanted to do a session that was bra-orientated but, when the time finally came, I was shocked to find that my favourite bras no longer fit me. I’d been investing more and more time in regular sport and, as a result, it seemed that my breasts had changed for the better. Most women would be disappointed by this, but not me. My breasts have never been as firm and pert as they are now. So, for the set, I had to get some new bras quickly and when I did I found out that I was now a size 90a instead. Coincidentally, one of my slaves had suddenly become bossy and disobedient before the shoot and he needed urgent correction. As a perfect punishment, I decided that he should be the one to fund my new 90a bra replacement collection. A box, containing all the ones I had stipulated, arrived a few days later. An extensive range of pictures featuring me wearing these new bras will follow very soon. I’m waiting for my slave to […]

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