fet·ish
/ˈfediSH/
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noun
1.
a form of sexual desire in which gratification is linked to an abnormal degree to a particular object, item of clothing, part of the body, etc.
On Sunday I was driving north on 900 East and saw two men walking southward. I don’t recall the attire of the man that was closest to the street, but the man to his left caught my attention to such a degree that I felt a strong physical and sexual reaction.
Indeed it was almost blinding.
He was dressed in a long black garment or coat that was open at his waist, it showed long, lithely muscled legs with dark hair and boots that made me think of punk doc martins. His groin was covered in black that looked like it was just material draped as a covering. His hair was dark and large, and he had his eyes darkened. He had a dark beard.
I don’t know if it was in fantasy I saw his eyes shielded with fine black lace, or it was reality. I’m not going to deliberate over the difference...
As powerful as that image was (and still is to me) I let it just simmer as I went about my dealings for the day. A run here, there, off to my community garden, then home again to do a little seamstressing on some of my ceremonial wear for Mass...
...I’m hemming this long black cassock and as I put it in to check the hem length...my mind went back to the steamy image of that man and his dark beauty walking down the street for all to see...and I realized this cassock and that long dark garment he was wearing were similar...
I let that thought roll around my brain as I stitched and pressed the cassock, and I realized I’d have to make some time to masturbate at leisure later on...
Sadly though, as I sped up and slowed down through my slippery routine, drawing it out and letting it simmer again, I totally wasn’t able to see any timing for you-the phone wasn’t showing any time markers and with my glasses off I couldn’t see the clock too well.
I so suck. So much for keeping track
However-I’m starting to think I’m more into fetishes than I’d realized...I do have this thing about wanting to get my costume finished for some imagined fetish ball...
Anyway, thanks for your time. I hope your Monday goes well.
Meow.
