Hello, my pets!
It’s time for another Friday Fetish and this one will appeal to those of you who are more infatuated with the idea of not knowing who it is you’re spending time with.
Xenophilia (aka “I don’t know who you are, but damn you’re hot.”)
You’re sitting alone in a crowded bar. There is a haze in the air obscuring most of your view as you nurse your drink. You’re finding yourself insanely aroused because of the plethora of people milling about. You don’t know anyone there, but you find yourself going from bar to bar, spending time in each one until the tingle in your pants becomes an unbearable ache. You make your way to the bathroom, locking yourself in a stall and resting your head against the wall as you fumble for your pants. You reach inside and desperately start to stroke, thinking of all the people in the other room who don’t know you at all, the unfamiliar faces swimming into view as you start to finally crest into your orgasm.
Xenophiliacs are aroused by strangers. The above scenario is pulled directly from a conversation I’ve had with one of these lovely fetish fanatics. Believe it or not, I think we’ve all been there at one point or another. But this is a regular occurance for the poor xenophiliac. Can you imagine spending your days in public places on the very edge of constant arousal? Personally, it sounds delicious, but then, that’s me!
Until tomorrow!
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