Splosh! (Wet & Messy) Sorry pero este post solo está disponible en English. Ayudame a traducirlo!!! firstname.lastname@example.org When I was standing in my kitchen and planning this set I hadn’t yet worked with the photographer, Sebas Romero and I had no idea what “sploshing” was. I’ve always had a thing for mess and the way neat rooms can change their character completely when I make my mischief. I thought this when I opened a cupboard and found the forgotten food. It had been in there a long time. There was old tomato sauce, tetra-packs of stinking soup, ancient tubs of hard nesquik, powdery breadsticks and more. I couldn’t resist. It was time to indulge in my love of untidiness again, so I lined up all of my out-of-date goodies and knew what to do with them to make a set of provocative pictures. “Sploshing” or “wet and messy” fetish is all about seeing rebellious young women being smeared and splattered with gooey foodstuffs to ruin their clothes and wreck their make-up. When I think back to being covered in that old food I understand what the fetishists see in this kink; I had so much fun doing it. I’ll be shooting similar sets in the near future but to a more extreme level. After the shoot I was ashamed of the mess I made and I wondered, if anyone entered the kitchen without knocking, how I could possibly explain it to them. It took hours to clean up. Nowadays I […]
Sploshing o Wet and Messy es un fetiche inglés que se trata de tirar comida (normalemente dulce) encima de una mujer. Este fetish está muy relacionado con el humor.
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Sorry pero este post solo está disponible en English. Ayudame a traducirlo!!! email@example.com I knew that I needed something colourful to wear for the upcoming photo-shoot so I searched through my cupboards and draws and dug out the bathing suit that I had almost forgotten.It had a high-cut leg, which proved just how old it was since that style hadn’t been seen since I had left university. I knew that I would have to pair the suit up with a more contemporary item to hide its age so I found some almost-new bikini bottoms and found the look I wanted. I had been in the second year at uni and I knew that I would be spending the next academic year living and studying in France. The first thing on my wants list was a new bathing suit because I didn’t have one and I knew how much I needed it. I arranged an overdraft but to be able to use it I had to provide an itemised budget to justify the amount. I sat in front of the Bank manager as she read my list, saw the purchase from Top Shop and asked me whether a bathing suit could be called an essential. I said it was, made my case and got the money. Years later, in the kitchen of my apartment, I put the old bathing costume on and poured out-of-date tetrapak soups and bad tomato ketchup over myself to get into character. I went a bit mad […]