The evolution of a fetish, graphically illustrated

It's been a little less than ten years since I broke down and really started indulging my fetishes, writing erotica for the EMCSA and scouring the Internet for pictures that pushed my buttons. So I suppose I shouldn't be surprised about this, but I am: my fetish has evolved more during this decade than any of the previous ones.

The most obvious change is that I've finally embraced the joy of submission instead of pretending that dominance or feigned submission was hotter. But that's such an obvious change that it hardly bears mentioning.

A slightly less obvious change is how I involve men in my stories. As I noted in this post, my earliest EMCSA stories featured men mostly as rejected bystanders to the MC. I think that was because I was still processing my newly-discovered lesbianism in conjunction with my newly-embraced fetish. My later stories involve men more actively and portray them more frequently as heroic. And as a matter of fact, my portion of the (sadly grounded) three-way mystery collaboration I hinted about last year would have given equal time - and equal MC opportunity - to a hero and a heroine.* In fact, I liked the hero I'd created a lot and was sorry I'd never have the chance to share him with you. Maybe one day, somewhere down the line, I'll ask my would-have-been-co-authors if I can post my third of the story without them. Heck, they could even post their own thirds later, on their own time, if they wanted. The structure we'd worked up would allow for that.

But let's talk now about some of the less obvious ways my fetish has evolved this last decade. When I first started trawling the Internet for pictures, I was focused on three things: robots, women who looked MC'ed, and latex. I wasn't too picky then because I didn't know how very much was out there; and I didn't know how much was free for the taking if I only knew where to look. So I ended up with a few gems and bunch of gaudy, poorly crafted rhinestones. Some were just bad imagealters made by amateurs. Others were teaser pictures from porn sites that featured garish makeup and godawful boob jobs.

Well, thank goodness I've learned to be more selective. Never again will I download a pic that would be hot, if not for the model's horrible bolt-ons. If they look that bad, I'll just sigh for what could have been and move on to something nicer. Something more natural. For instance, the model featured in this blog entry is Ivory Flame, who has an exquisite gallery on Model Mayhem as well as a lovely website. As far as I'm concerned, the picture just above is the most gorgeous, mouth-watering nude I have ever seen in my entire life. This woman is a living nymph.


As you can see, she does occasionally pose for fetish pictures, but most of her work has a more classical feel. And that brings me to the last part of my fetish evolution. When I first started trawling, I was completely hung up on latex because it's so slick and alien and depersonalizing. And, hell, it's just plain gorgeous.

Now, don't worry: I still adore latex today. But I'm no longer so focused on it  that I ignore other forms of beauty, like nudity, corsets, period costumes, or even just a drape of sheer fabric. It's all gorgeous, and I refuse to deprive myself of any of it.



* Note: Please don't confuse that collaboration with my still-perking-along-quite-nicely-thank-you  collaboration with Jukebox. We're well into the second part of that trilogy, and I fully expect us to carry it to the finish line.