Thanks to the diligent scraping efforts of the fine folks of the SA forums I was recently immersed in the wonderful world of Fetlife.com, a place for people of all fetishes big and small to gather and exchange their ideas. I consider myself fairly worldly by Internet standards, so it was a pleasant surprise when I was introduced to various concepts I had never seen described on the Internet in such specific detail.
**Be warned, the ideas discussed in this article may be considered gross by some people and scary by other people. Vanilla boring people who aren't ready to blow open the doors of perception. And bosses. A tiny thumbnail of boobs might sneak by as well.**
I want to be treated like garbage. Literal garbage. Then squash me.
This Minnesota Lesbian wants to be Flexbagged with black bananas. Stomp coffee ground into my crack and bury me with your yogurt tops.
Hows about you, me, and five uncomfortable minutes in my basement apartment next to the dusty Christmas tree that's still up from my last visit with my estranged children.
The Upper Kitchen Cabinet Where Your Roommate Keeps His Food: You’ll 'need the footstool' to reach your roommate’s 'fine selection' of 'stale cereal,' but he'll never notice if 'only a little is missing from each box.' Feel less guilty by reminding yourself that Jeff 'acts weird around your girlfriend,' and always 'asks about her.' What a 'creep.'
This ain't your daddy's globe...! .... or is it?!
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