My fetish for rare cocks begins

Thinking back, my fetish probably began back when I was very young, and first became aware that boys are different.

As I said above, however, I first became consciously aware of my perverse desires in my first year of college when I saw my first frankfurter with a foreskin. Granted, uncircumcised cocks are not unusual in the sense that every male is born uncircumcised.
But in the United States, a foreskin is unusual, and in my experience as an 18-year-ld in the ‘80’s, a foreskin was downright freaky and certainly unusual for me.

As soon as I discovered the difference between girls and boys, I was fascinated by penises. I coveted them and treated them with reverence and awe. At the beginning, every penis was a rare and unusual thing for me. My desire for unusual penises in adulthood may stem from a desire to recapture the feeling of seeing my first penises in childhood.

I actually have a double perversion. It’s a fetish for looking at, touching, and playing with strange-looking penises, and a fetish for photographing them. If I had to put one name on it, you could say I’m a perverse voyeur,

Since college, both men and women have called me a nymphomaniac, a slut, a tramp, or a whore. Being thought of that way gets me hot. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s the exhibitionist in me that likes to shock people. Maybe it’s the masochist in me that likes the humiliation. Maybe it’s the forbidden-sex factor. Maybe the reason is all of the above.

Today, things have changed. Everybody is politically correct. I am far less likely to be demonized for being a sexually-active female. I am now usually referred to as a “swinger.” Other women are more likely to be curious or envious than they are to make derogatory remarks. People are now so politically correct that I need to make a special request for the turn on of being called a “fucking whore”. Even when I ask to be called humiliating names nowadays, some people won’t do it. It’s much easier to see cock today, but it’s harder to be publicly scorned for wanting to do so. There is no perfect world, I guess.

I define a fetish as something other than sexual intercourse that is habitually preferred for achieving sexual excitement; or something, that arouses sexual desire and may become necessary for sexual gratification. In actual point of fact, it is something other than genitalia that will cause sexual excitement. To that extent, my photo collections are definitely a fetish. But I also combine another definition of a fetish, which is “an abnormally obsessive preoccupation or fixation.” I do habitually prefer looking at penises to any other sexual activity.I am fixated, and looking at cock or at my photos is often necessary for me to orgasm.

Although I certainly am a swinger, I like sex a lot, and I’ve definitely acted like and even briefly been a prostitute, I don’t consider myself to be a nymphomaniac, or sex-addicted. What I am is dick-addicted, and clit-addicted, and I’m addicted to every nice warm liquid that comes from male and female genitalia.

I love to fuck, but its not really having my vagina filled that I crave. I don’t want to see a guy’s Johnson because I want sex. It’s more like I want sex because I want to see the guy’s Johnson. There’s a difference. Sex is my means to what I really gets me off, -- to look at, photo and play with freaky cocks and clits.

Getting laid is merely my release from the excitement of looking at cock. With almost every man, what turns me on is not his dick inside me. The problem is that I can’t see it while its in there. What gets me hot is watching it slide in, looking at it on the way out, and imagining what it looks like while it’s in me. The excitement for me is also feeling him deposit his spunk in me. I adore powerful squirters. With dribblers, I only feel their jizz after they pull out and it runs out of me. With squirters I can feel their seed land all the way up inside me and against my cervix.

As you can tell, I much prefer riding bare back. Condoms turn me off. Condoms hide the cock, I can’t feel the cum being shot inside me, and I miss the joy of feeling the cum run out of me while my husband licks me clean. When I’m screwing, I’ll often ask the guy to pull all the way out so I can see his shlong, and then slide it back in. I may even snap a picture each time he pulls out.

Sometimes, I need to look at my dick pics while being screwed, or I won’t be able to cum. Some men get insulted when I tell them I want to do that, however. I’ll ask just before they put it in if it turns them on to look at porn while they screw. If they say yes, I’ll pull out some pics of my twat for them, and ask if they mind if I look at some penis pics. I see how they react and take it from there.

In the old days, before anybody had ever heard of AIDS or genital herpes, no one ever used condoms. Many women got insulted when a guy would want to use a condom. Everybody was on the pill. Using a condom was taken to mean that the guy thought you were dirty or slept around.

In my case I had slept around, but if they wanted to screw me and weren’t first in line, they just had sloshing around in other guys’ spunk. Thinking about each new guy being lubricated by the cum of the others turned me on. Some of the guys also got turned on by that, and if they didn’t, then they didn’t have to screw me. I treated my period the same way. I was the most horny during my menstrual cycle. Some guys got very turned on by that, and the others didn’t have to screw me.

I hate that things have changed. I can’t just sneak into a locker room and bare back the entire basketball team anymore. Now, things have to be arranged in advance, and the men need to be tested for AIDS. I miss the ease spontaneity of the old days. .

Since high school, I have probably had some sort of sexual contact with over 3000 different men. I’ve screwed, sucked off, or both over half of them. Incredibly, the only STD’s I’ve ever had were two yeast infections, and a case of gonorrhea about 20 years ago that was cured with a penicillin shot.

After my first encounter with the foreskin, I started imagining all kinds of unusual cocks based on descriptions from friends. There was no Internet filled with porn back then, so I started to ask my friends, guys and girls both, about the most unusual cocks they had seen. It was all I could think about. I walked around horny all the time. I’d sit on a bench on campus and strain to see the outline of the passing cocks inside their jeans. There were no coed dorms back then, so I couldn’t even sneak a peek in the shower room.

I wanted to see all kinds of penises. I wanted to take pictures of them and to play with them. I more than wanted to see them, I was jumping out of my skin with the need to see them.

I couldn’t just walk up to guys on campus and ask them to describe their cocks. At least at that age I thought I couldn't. I figured I might, however, be able to get them to volunteer to show me what they had. I began wearing heels, very short skirts and revealing tops with no bra. I’d flirt with guys until they asked me out or back to their room.

Other girls soon started to refer to me as a tramp, but i must say the say I dressed helped my grades with some professors, male and female.

No matter what others called me, I didn’t think there was anything wrong with me.. My parents never taught me that sex was wrong. They were open about it, and treated sex and nudity like a natural part of life to be enjoyed.

I felt sorry for those girls who thought they had to pretend not to like sex, or who were not capable of liking sex. I was more like a boy than a girl in my sexual appetites. I have never understood why people believe that there is something wrong with very sexual women. I still crave sexual excitement all the time, and not only have I survived it for over 30 years, but I have loved every minute of it/

By dressing sexy, I was getting to see an average of two cocks a day, but most of them were nothing special. I needed to figure out a way to see more.

Next: I become the campus nymphomaniac.

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