I think that when we talk about kink, fetishes are often overlooked, with the notable exception of the ever popular foot fetish, and what fetishes aren’t overlooked are often misunderstood and sometimes mocked. Admitting that you have a fetish, particularly an uncommon one, can be more nerve wracking, and more difficult, than admitting you like to be tied up and spanked. A little slap and tickle is more common than you’d think. But people who don’t have or recognize a fetish of their own sometimes have a difficult time understanding those who do. I have a hard time understanding my own fetishes sometimes, but in the interest of adding to the dialogue about fetishes, I want to tell you about a few of mine.

My most prominent fetish is probably for classic cars. The more beautiful and powerful the car, the better. My favorites are 1960’s muscle cars. When I say I have a fetish, I don’t just mean that I admire them. The sound of a powerful engine arouses me. I have a fantasy about masturbating on the hood of a particular car; having sex on the hood of it would be even better. I have a similar fetish for certain motorcycles to a slightly lesser degree, as well. Newer cars don’t have the same appeal to me. A 1990’s Honda won’t turn me on the way a ‘72 Dodge Charger will. The most perplexing part is that I can’t think of a single event in my life that could have sparked this fetish. Maybe it’s just the roar of the engine, the vibrations of the car itself as it sails down the highway that does me in.

A fetish I do think I might have an explanation for is my boot fetish. Frankly, feet creep me out, but throw a pair of boots on them, and suddenly I want to lick those boots, worship them. I’m pretty sure that it’s because I associate boots with power. People who wear boots are in a position of power, or else they themselves have power on a more personal level. Boots are the symbol of that power in my mind, and therefore, I developed a fetish for them. I’m not sure if it’s because I crave power, or because I crave someone to hold power over me, or perhaps both. I think it’s probably both, because my fantasies range from having my lover tend to boots I’m wearing, to kneeling before him and worshiping the boots on his feet.

I think one of my more perplexing fetishes is directed toward scars. I find scar tissue to be strikingly beautiful. Long, jagged scars are yet another licking temptation. I want to trace them with my fingers and my tongue. I think that I view scars as a symbol of strength and survival. The big, rough scars I admire the most almost always come from some form of injury that had to be survived. Every scar has a story, and those stories entrance me. Although stories of foolishness can make a scar lose it’s interest to me. If someone tells me their scar came from a nasty spill on sharp rocks, they have my interest, but if they tell me they got it trying to ride a sled off the roof, my interest is lost. It’s also possible that scars interest me because they usually mean someone is adventurous. Someone is less likely to get a scar sitting in front of the TV watching the outdoor channel than they are if they actually go outdoors.

Possibly connected to my scar fetish is the least common among my fetishes; my eye patch fetish. I suppose it could be similar to a bandage fetish, but it isn’t the same thing. Eye patches arouse me, but only the elegant, fancy ones. Cheap plastic or tape on eye patches don’t have the same effect. It’s actually one of my more prevalent fetishes, and also the one I noticed the least until I really sat down and thought about my fetishes. Throw an eye patch on a character, and chances are pretty good that I’ll favor that character. Hair falling across the face and covering one eye has a similar effect. Even facial scars will occasionally catch my eye. It’s possible that it’s the asymmetry that catches my attention. Something about the imperfection just does it for me.

Speaking of imperfections, I also have a fetish for being marked. It doesn’t matter how. it could be bite marks, marks from fingernails, bruises, or even just cum on my skin. I think I’d even let my lover cut me if he wanted to, just as long as he was careful. I crave his mark on my skin. I think this one at least might be a fairly common fetish, even if it isn’t quite to the extent mine is in most people.

Anyway, take a page out of my book. Discuss your fetishes, whether it’s with your partner, or with people with similar fetishes on internet forums, or even at local meet and greets. Don’t be ashamed of your fetishes, and don’t let anyone convince you that you should be ashamed, unless your fetish hurts innocent people or animals. If no one is harmed by your fetish, embrace it. It could just spice up your sex life.