Gimme some head... no, literally. (boner shambles) |
This little feature-that-could is known as "Is That A Thing?". Every once in a while (almost daily) I come across something so deliciously disturbing that it blows my mind. Now that The Shamblette's blog is in full force, I figured instead of my normal reaction to said topics, I'd put them on the internets for all (7 of you) to talk among yourselves because I know you care so much. So here goes nothing....
For those not in the know, yes, "Cannibal Sex" and "Insecx" (AKA Vorarephilia and Formicophilia) are two types of freaky ass fetishes... but before we change our names to Judy and start judging folks who are in to this stuff, let's sit by idly and look pretty as we consider the facts... (and then judge them). Read on to get all the juicy details about what the hell these rare beauties really are...
Cannibal sex, AKA Vorarephilia
My left leg brings all the Vore's to the yaaard |
Vorarephilia
This is arousal by the thought of being eaten by someone, eating someone else, or watching someone eat somebody else. It is called "vore" for short.
Now we all know my favorite foods are saturated fats and "everything not nailed down", but this is beyond salvation. It's painful enough thinking about people sucking hot sauce offuh toes, the thought alone makes me want to betray the Gods by throwing away my third mid-day-pre-lunch-snack, but to imagine some creeper getting a semi while nomming on his lovuuuh's eyeball or extra elbow skin? I don't care who you are, that's just too murch for me.
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This is deriving sexual pleasure from insects crawling on the body, specifically on the genitals. It's more common in developing countries, perhaps because homes are infested with insects which may lead to a person's gennies being exposed to the critters (most likely in outdoor bathrooms) at a young age. This continued dickpoon-to-insect exposure while chilrenz are sexually developing may result in the individual deriving pleasure from it in post-pubescence... but in the end, some peeps just like bugs on their nugz.
So, bills and grillz... the moral of this shambled story is this: keep creepy shit away from your boogina when you're getting ya piss-and-shit on, because not even your cute dad can save you from these atrocities... so don't slack off, or when you jack off you're gonna need more than two hands to finish up.
So, bills and grillz... the moral of this shambled story is this: keep creepy shit away from your boogina when you're getting ya piss-and-shit on, because not even your cute dad can save you from these atrocities... so don't slack off, or when you jack off you're gonna need more than two hands to finish up.
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