I would definitely consider myself to be a xenophile. My love for foreign things began at a young age when I became obsessed with everything that was French. Later, I lived and studied in Paris as an important part of my universtity degree. My xenophilia became even greater.
Sock fetishism refers to those enthusiasts who are attracted to-and aroused by-the wearing of socks and their removal within sexualised scenarios.The kinky value of socks can increase even more when they are seen, close-up, in public places. For the enthusiast, the socks can have a similar erotic charge when used as a provocative accessory for their partners, themselves or as significant fetish objects separate from a wearer.
Often, a pair of socks forms a vital part of a larger fetish, working particularly strongly when added to an adult schoolgirl uniform or combined with a short skirt and blouse. Socks remind us of discipline, impracticality and discomfort; they are something that we’re told to wear and, for a fetishist, observing a sub wearing socks-because they were required to-is a mark of their symbolic value in a BDSM hierarchy.
The compression lines left on the skin below the knee are also a highly valued trophies for a committed fetishist who regards touching those temporary scars as being profoundly sexual.
Although the sock fetish can be connected to shoe fetishism is a broad sense, it nevertheless has its own distinct behaviors surrounding it. In particular, long, marl socks that fulfil the function of stockings but with a plush texture have become particularly popular.
I was pleased to discover recently that I was the proud owner of four hundred pairs of panties even though I prefer to “Go Commando” whenever the opportunity arises. The origin of the term “Going Commando” is disputed but what isn’t open to question is its meaning and that is getting dressed but leaving your panties behind. I must confess that, for me, there is nothing quite like the sensation of a cool breeze caressing my nakedness and reminding me of my pantiless condition. Each cool stroke is surprising, invigorating and arousing. Letting my lady parts breathe is not just a way to stay stimulated and sensitised either. There is a body of opinion that believes going commando to be a healthier and more natural state of affairs below the waistband. I am not convinced that this is always the case when wearing full-length jeans or trousers because the circulation of air is somewhat restricted and a humid, subtropical, environment might be encouraged. Even under the most ideal of conditions, going commando is not a habit that is entirely free of risk. This is especially true during warm weather when silly, flimsy, skirts are being worn.There is always the threat of a “Seven Year Itch” moment when an awkward up-draft or unexpectedly strong breeze could encourage your skirt to blow upwards before you have an opportunity to press it back down over your obvious nakedness. Someone who is easily shocked, or apt to be turned on, would be left in […]
Although Fetish photography usually works best when it’s done in a controlled environment like a dungeon or a specially decorated studio, I like to push the boundaries. One way to do this is to perform discreetly in a public place like a pizza restaurant. Part of the fetish value can be found in the simple fact that it happens without the other customers realising that it is. Another advantage is that the event occurs halfway between a closed set and the outside world. There’s nothing quite like going outside for real though and shooting a fetish set where bystanders, voyeurs and joggers might catch a glimpse adds even more to the experience. When I’m posing outside, I have no idea what might happen. Having an unknown number of people in the background is always a risk. They may, or may not, even be aware that something provocative might be happening before their eyes or just at the periphery of their vision. What made this shoot even more thrilling and intimidating was that it took place in an area of dense woodland. That type of environment can attract and hide any number of onlookers. Some could be totally innocent. Others might have different reasons for being there. As I shed my clothes, my imagination began to suggest any number of perverse stories in my mind. I’d planned the shoot well in advance and I thought that I had everything under control and all eventualities accounted for. Then, in the distance, or […]
5 Winter Fetishes
Winter fetishes need to be enjoyed by everyone when they have the chance. Sometimes, it’s the short period of time that you can appreciate them that makes them so important. Gloves fetish Wearing gloves in cold weather isn’t just necessary, it’s a real pleasure. In Winter, the sensual importance of a pair of gloves can be increased by the material that they are made from. They can be wool, cotton or leather. All of those materials become a fetishistic “stand-in” for the skin of the wearer. The movements of a gloved hand can be just as exciting as the feel of the glove itself. Photo by Victor Ag Leather Fetish Wearing leather in warm weather is always a tough call but in Winter it’s a perfect sensual pleasure. It’s as exciting for yourself as it is for others. When you’re walking around outside in frosty weather and you’re comfortable inside your protective jacket you feel like you’re wearing warm armour. The cold atmosphere focuses the animal smell of the leather and amplifies the wonderful creaking sounds it makes. Photo by Sebas Romero Fur Fetish The power of the fur fetish can be explained by its controversial qualities. The main reason to wear them in Winter, however, is for their amazing qualities of insulation against the cold. Almost as important is the way that furs give a woman presence, power and authority. A woman will never be ignored or walk by unnoticed if she is wearing soft and warm furs. Photo […]
The upskirt fetish has never been as popular as it is today, I found this out for myself, accidentally, in London a few weeks ago. I was in Covent Garden when it was windy and, as I walked around a corner, a sudden breeze lifted my short skirt up before I could push it back down. The smiling tourists got a brief glimpse of my panties and, although they were sympathetic, I still felt exposed, on display and vulnerable – it wasn’t like Marilyn Monroe’s iconic scene in The Seven Year Itch at all. Upskirt photography used to refer to fetishists making unauthorized images under a young woman’s skirt to capture candid shots of her thighs, underwear and crotch area. If they were lucky, they might even find that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The start of this fetish can be traced back to the introduction of the miniskirt in the 1960s and the opportunities it provided for upskirt fetishists to realise their fantasies just by walking along the street. Now, the upskirt fetish has gone mainstream. This can be seen in the amount of paparazzi pictures featuring celebrities like Britney Spears, Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan getting out of cars and showing their underwear and – often – much more than that. Some of the time these panty-flashes are accidental but most of the time they aren’t – there’s nothing picture editor’s and publicist’s like more than a revealing upskirt photo to sell more magazines. I thought about this […]
Why I Love Mismatched Underwear – Venus O’Hara
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 […]
Vintage Fetish: When Old Things Turn You On
Old things really turn me on, I don’t know why exactly. There are certainly sensual attractions to antique objects and places that go beyond the obvious. Is it the taste of tobacco seasoned dust in my mouth as I survey an old room? Is it the sound of shrunken wood panels creaking beneath my discount heels or the feel of dry parchment as I caress the pages of an old ledger in a notary’s office? It’s so hard to be precise. There are always parts of a city that remain undeveloped and unchanged and, walking through them, I can imagine that I’m part of a period drama that could suck me in at any moment and take me back to a time when beauty was cherished much more than today. With vintage beauty comes protocol and repression to regulate attraction and seduction. Walls were thicker then, of course, and whatever went on after the masked balls remained an elegant secret. Today, you can hear everything that happens in the next apartment; no style at all. As soon as I saw this dress I knew that it was perfect Venuswear because it was totally vintage in its style and would enhance my charms with its perfect contradictions and mixed messages. It harks back to a kind of puritan look while, at the same time, it allows my pale, freckled skin to show through its many holes. To add another layer of visual provocation, I emphasised my long, long legs by wearing […]
A Polyfetish Dream
I’m a polyfetishist and it must seem like I’m being promiscuous with my affections towards different kinks. A lot of monofetishists seem to think it must be a confusing way to live but – for me – it couldn’t be any easier or more exciting. I can’t imagine being completely faithful to just one fetish. How other people manage to do it is a mystery to me. I know people who live for those moments when they can indulge themselves in a single kink like tickling, smoking or foot fetish.These individual obsessions – to a monofetishist – exclude all others in their significance and I’d never criticise anyone’s fidelity to their chosen fetish. I adore tickling, smoking and foot fetish myself but if I focused on any one of them all the time I’d get really bored, really quickly. For me, every fetish photo-session needs to have a different theme to keep it as fresh and provocative as possible. In the winter – for example – fur fetish, tight cardigan fetish and stocking fetish seem more appropriate to shoot. In the summer though, wet clothes fetish, and sploshing get me going faster. Nothing remains the same and there are new fetishes developing all the time. Even something as recent and controversial as the hooded sweatshirt has produced it’s own, powerful ‘hoodie fetish with a – rapidly increasing – group of enthusiasts. I appreciate the devotion they show to their kink because I see the fetish value in almost everything around […]
Knee-length Socks Fetish
Welcome to the debut post of my brand-new fetish photo-blog. Here, in the near future, you will find regular updates containing my ideas and reflections on featured kinks with accompanying photo-sets that, I know, will illustrate my points in a more immediate and exciting way. I really can’t wait to guide you through the amazing variety of fetishes that are coming this way very soon. Knee-length socks are perfectly fetishistic in the way they affect the meaning of the most ordinary of garments. The semi-sheer chiffon blouse I wore in the photo-set clung closely to my shoulders and felt like I was wearing solid nothing. My pencil skirt suggested my curves but nothing more. Pulled down tight, it met the top of my patterned knee-length socks and the coverage was complete. Even standing in my discount heels, the image I projected was perfectly prim and proper. Then, I took hold of the skirt and pulled it up. Just a little bit. As the firm expanse of my soft, creamy thighs appeared between the top of the socks and the hem of the raised skirt I was transformed by that one small movement. What was prim became informal and what was proper became indecent. This is just an introduction to the world of fetish and it represents just the first post in a long list that includes the occasional kink you might have heard of, many that you haven’t and some you couldn’t possibly imagine. Photography by Andrew O’Hara Enjoy!