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Weird Sex (Practices, Preferences & Accoutrements!)

This kind of thing is more common than you think.
In the mid 90's I began working in the online adult industry as a graphic and web designer. Before branching out on my own I worked for an American company that offered an all in one package offering hosting, design and third party billing/processing for people wanting their own adult based website. It was template driven and I would provide the graphics for their website tour, their advertising banners etc.
The majority of sites were amateurs who wanted to supplement their real jobs with a little extra cash. They'd take their own photos and videos and upload them and people would join their sites on a monthly basis (back when people actually paid for their porn).
Some sites had 1000s of members and some went on to become well known adult entertainers.
The more popular site owners (90% female) would often supplement their monthly memberships by selling used shoes, socks, stockings, pantyhose and underwear as well as clothing, lingerie or sex aids seen in various photoshoots.
People would sometimes pay hundreds of dollars for such items.
I knew of some site owners who made more money this way, particularly out of used socks & underwear that it became a full time job for them.
There was a Clive James TV programme that featured a woman doing that for a living. She'd buy panties in the appropriate size and style and rub juice or oil or summat from canned fish on the crotch and send them off.
 
There was a Clive James TV programme that featured a woman doing that for a living. She'd buy panties in the appropriate size and style and rub juice or oil or summat from canned fish on the crotch and send them off.

Absolutely. Without sounding crude, the more pungent the product, the more desirable they were. For a good percentage of foot fetishists, smell is all important. The same for those who find underwear desirable.
From the merchants perspective, there was simply no way they could wear the item for the required amount of time to reach the desired effect, so artificial means (such as you've described above) were often used.
Customers didn't mind, because a: they generally weren't aware and b: they actually now possessed an item that belonged to the women of their online desire.
I know of one woman who started when she was 18 back around 1999 who sold her worn socks. Two years ago she was still going strong selling custom non nude/non sexual videos, that is 15-30 minute videos of her simply walking and posing (as per the customers request) wearing a pair of socks which she would then send to the customer along with their video. For this, she would charge between $500 - $1000 U.S.D
Not bad money.
 
In my youth, in London, I once found my self... er... relaxing with a young man who was "of the profession"

After the old joke, "Don't worry, the meter's off for you," I asked him about his most unusual client.

A gentleman called his number from the classified add (no internet then) and arranged an "in" call.

When he arrived at the young lad's place they established what the basic rate was and then the client asked what needed cleaning in the bathroom and kitchen, did it, paid and left.

Cash in hand and a clean bathroom and kitchen with no bodily fluids exchanged. Result! :yay:
 
When he arrived at the young lad's place they established what the basic rate was and then the client asked what needed cleaning in the bathroom and kitchen, did it, paid and left.

Cash in hand and a clean bathroom and kitchen with no bodily fluids exchanged. Result! :yay:

Ask most wives whether they'd prefer:

a) A "romancing" by their husbands with accompanying champers & flowers, or;

b) The oven cleaned at the same expense.

No contest.

maximus otter
 
In my youth, in London, I once found my self... er... relaxing with a young man who was "of the profession"

After the old joke, "Don't worry, the meter's off for you," I asked him about his most unusual client.

A gentleman called his number from the classified add (no internet then) and arranged an "in" call.

When he arrived at the young lad's place they established what the basic rate was and then the client asked what needed cleaning in the bathroom and kitchen, did it, paid and left.

Cash in hand and a clean bathroom and kitchen with no bodily fluids exchanged. Result! :yay:

The late and notorious Cynthia Payne had lots of customers like that. Her premises were kept spotless by customers who'd turn up and do the cleaning exactly as described, except some would wear very little like just an apron or a skimpy French maid-type outfit.

One chap concentrated particularly on the scrubbing the skirting boards with a toothbrush. That sounds like a public school memory to me!
 
One chap concentrated particularly on the scrubbing the skirting boards with a toothbrush. That sounds like a public school memory to me!

Yes, not so much about sex as... well... not sure really. Cathartic role play?

Another story from my London days (before the internet so we'd actually be out, in pubs and bars, chatting, flirting, fumbling, dancing, making friends, etc.) I first heard it from a friend's ex and a second time from a rent-boy I got chatting to in pub, so it must be true!

The gentleman in questions peccadillo was to sit in a bath half filled with water with a bin bag over him while the other person hit him (with a slipper?) while shouting "you stupid cat"

It transpired that, as a child, he used to torture (maybe even killed, can't remember the details) the pet cat. So not really about sex, something more... fucked up.

And on the subject of the difference between the gay scene then and now; a young acquaintance asked me recently, without mobile phones and dick-pics, how did you know what it would look like before you got down to business? I explained that, in the normal run of things, you had to wait until the privacy of the bedroom.

He looked genuinely shocked and dumbfounded.
 
I'd imagine under current conditions, there are many an oven getting a right seeing to.

Fnarr, and indeed, snook, snook!

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The late and notorious Cynthia Payne had lots of customers like that. Her premises were kept spotless by customers who'd turn up and do the cleaning exactly as described, except some would wear very little like just an apron or a skimpy French maid-type outfit.

One chap concentrated particularly on the scrubbing the skirting boards with a toothbrush. That sounds like a public school memory to me!

In the early 90s I once got this guy round who wanted to dress up as a maid and clean. Glad I charged him 'cos he was so rubbish I had to clean up after him. And he got bored of cleaning after about half an hour and decided he want3ed to be aladie's maid and paint my nails for me, only his hands were shaking so much it ended up everywhere.

That sh*t never happened in Personal Services.
 
In the early 90s I once got this guy round who wanted to dress up as a maid and clean. Glad I charged him 'cos he was so rubbish I had to clean up after him. And he got bored of cleaning after about half an hour and decided he want3ed to be aladie's maid and paint my nails for me, only his hands were shaking so much it ended up everywhere.

That sh*t never happened in Personal Services.
Sounds like his first time. Shaking hands and all that. :)
 
In the early 90s I once got this guy round who wanted to dress up as a maid and clean. Glad I charged him 'cos he was so rubbish I had to clean up after him. And he got bored of cleaning after about half an hour and decided he want3ed to be aladie's maid and paint my nails for me, only his hands were shaking so much it ended up everywhere.

That sh*t never happened in Personal Services.

So he paid you to come & clean?
 
So he paid you to come & clean?

It's a thing. Submissiveness and servitude (often with a financial aspect) - an offshoot or another form of S&M when it comes down do it. There is sometimes a level of humiliation and loss of power through domination that is the appeal. That being said, sometimes, it can just be as simple as fun roleplaying.
 
In the early 90s I once got this guy round who wanted to dress up as a maid and clean. Glad I charged him 'cos he was so rubbish I had to clean up after him. And he got bored of cleaning after about half an hour and decided he want3ed to be aladie's maid and paint my nails for me, only his hands were shaking so much it ended up everywhere.

That sh*t never happened in Personal Services.
How much did you charge him and did he have to bring his own maids outfit. I ask for a friend.
 
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I love the totally relaxed expression on the man's face. But with that size of tool it can't have been too gentle :)

I think that is definitely a pictorial depiction of a gentleman about to mysteriously develop a severe case of bum grapes (for our foreign friends, I mean "haemorrhoids", although the way some of you mash our spellings, perhaps bum grapes is the best term to use). A late night trip to Asda for some emergency Prep-H looks distinctly on the cards...
 
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