I will not permit any person(s) under the age of 18 (or who are otherwise not legally permitted) to have access to any of the materials contained on this website.I acknowledge that I am voluntarily requesting and choosing to receive the materials described above for my own personal use, information and/or education and that in no way am I being sent any information without my permission.I was bored on tour, and having this man who desperately wanted to know all the details of my sexual encounters was funny. As much as I always played the hardass, I was a black hole of need.That’s true of anyone who seeks so much validation from others. His fetish gave me a new backbone for my confidence.Earlier that year my boyfriend and I had broken up, and with that, my decade-long attempt at monogamous relationships came to an end. No longer would I be bound to a boyfriend back home who drained me with his need for my love and attention. I was going to live like Robert Plant: Screw whoever I wanted, when I wanted. Men were just going to be these nice sidebars and no longer primary characters in my life story. Florida wanted to watch me seduce, tease and flirt with random men.But now, I was confident enough to be truly single. He wanted me to screw whoever I wanted when I wanted, and explicitly detail my sex life.A transgender porn star named Riley Kilo (who became famous when she appeared on an episode of TLC’s “My Strange Addiction” for dressing like a baby and diaper play) once simplified the psychology of fetishes for me: “A kink is a thrill, and a fetish is a must,” she told me. Suddenly, I did not have control of the situation anymore. I had to talk and talk and talk and make sure that he was completely immersed in the cuckold delusion. I think he actually got back together with his ex-fiancée. That I’m just a normal woman who wants to have sex the way she likes it and doesn’t want to fake anything at all.Florida’s fetish completely took over in our hotel room. I had to be constantly coaxing him along, talking dirty about all the men I had slept with as he vocalized how bad he wanted to hide in the corner and watch me with other guys. But I only had so many stories to tell, and I was getting exhausted. I was pretending to be into the cuckold thing because I had convinced myself it was part of my mission. To be that woman in the book my aunt gave me when I was 15. Mish Way is a front woman of the punk band White Lung.
We take no responsibility for the content on any website which we link to, please use your own discretion while surfing links.I used to think it was because I never truly loved any of them, but now I realize it was more about the reality of my ego and confidence. I told him I’d had sex with the guy the last time I was home for a friend’s wedding.“After the party, I made him carry two vases of flowers and my shoes while we caught a cab. We got to my house, we did a bunch of coke that he bought, then we fucked for hours. I thought about you occasionally but it didn't last because he is better than you.”At first Florida’s cuckold fetish was an exciting form of entertainment. Plus, it propelled me to shamelessly go after whoever I wanted to sleep with.As someone who had always struggled with infidelity, I felt as though I had hit the jackpot. I wanted to be the one who got to do whatever I wanted while my partner stayed obedient and faithful to me. I was not good at sharing my partner with others, which is why I would only guest star in three-ways and resorted to cheating instead of an open relationship.I have cheated on every single boyfriend I have ever had. When I was 15, my Aunt Marissa gave me a novel called “Cheat” about a British woman who had seven sexual relationships going at once, with both men and women. I wanted my partner to be faithful to me while I could get my kicks elsewhere. But here was Florida, handing me my twisted dream on a silver platter.“There’s this big construction worker type with a huge cock,” I wrote.If a fetish is a must, then it’s also a must to admit when just you can’t go there. I am at least 18 years of age and have the legal right to access and possess adult material in the community from which I am accessing these materials and in which I reside.My i Phone screen lit up as I lay awake in my hotel room.I was on tour, and my band was all asleep, but for a few months I’d been texting with another musician I’ll call Florida.I detailed weird meet-ups with rising rappers and told Florida about every man I screwed or who even showed interest in me.And every morning I’d wake up to his drooling response.