Sorry to burst your bubble but that's no fetish. Notice that you say "I love men wearing watches with steel wristbands." The key word here is that you love the man not the watch. That's like saying I'm attracted to men who wear suits. That doesn't give you a suit fetish. A fetish is about the object.
For instance, if you get off masturbating to the watch alone then that is a true fetish because you have transfered sexual desire to an object that normally is not sexual. A man masturbating to a pair of woman shoes alone in his room can be said to have a shoe fetish. If he simply prefers women who wear sexy pumps rather than flat lace-ups, that's not a shoe fetish.
Also that you are a woman would suggest that you don't have a fetish, studies have shown that true fetishists are men--something to do with the different sexual wiring between the sexes.
Brilliant post, thank you. I was secretly feeling insecure and bashful because I didn't know whether I had a fetish or it was just a harmless preference for an item of clothing. Thank you for saving me! :biggrin1:
But I don't see why only men should be fetishists. I mean, can't a woman have a fetish too? Something non-sexual she masturbates to (or with) as she is a lone, for example rubbing herself through a Paisley tie? I don't see why only men should be working this way. But you're right, if you take this as the definition of a fetish, then I'm no fetishsts, because I don't try to fuck myself with a steel wristband watch.
VeeP said:
Ohhhh coool... it's one of those with the "flippy" numbers? And it's still going? Haven't seen one in years! Well, from one who frequently falls asleep with the TV on, I seriously doubt your "flapping" will be of any consequence... :tongue:
Neither have I, mine is a few years old. My first one was from Sony, but eventually got trashed in the throws of passion. I used to find the flaps of the numbers for weeks after, everytime I vacuumed my carpet. I was having a fit when I noticed its state of ultimate destruction, and spent weeks finding another one, until I found one in a Garage sale, and a matching drive through the net. It was a little repair worthy, but now it's flapping like a great fuck. In endurance terms.
By the way, did you know that these clocks don't have a name anymore? They were called "digital alarm clocks" when they were around in the 70s, but today don't exactly qualify as digital any longer.
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