Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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Here’s another shot I found of the delectable Scarlett Fay getting her bottom warmed for her continued tardiness (see Fabulous schoolgirl spanking dialogue and Scarlett Fay: spanking and sex and black leather gloves for more).

From: Fresh Outta High School

And, no, I have not reached a level of unhealthy obsession with Miss Fay’s bottom. I think a posterior of such perfection deserves nothing less!

Of course, it’s not just her bottom that exemplifies perfection…

From: Fresh Outta High School

In other news, here’s a fabulous article called, Should Fantasies Be “PC”?

An editor once reminded me that erotic fiction needs to focus on pleasure rather than be a vehicle for dysfunction. I was so stunned by this I didn’t eat worms for the rest of the week and almost quit my basket-weaving. I am not dysfunctional. I am not damaged. And what on earth is “pleasure” anyway? It sounds suspiciously like scented candles to me. The notion that female erotica should be softer and more romantic is wildly offensive. Ditto the implication that a women who wants to be dominated by a man must be lacking her own mind. She doesn’t want it. She’s merely a victim and it’s her damaged, self-loathing psyche talking. Oh, purlease.

In the next two paragraphs, Kristina Lloyd makes so many good points that the text is rather like a flour-less chocolate cake: no padding around the good stuff….

Kate, like Beth, is a woman conflicted about her sexuality. I think this is true of a lot of people whose kinks are on the dark side, and I think this is OK. We hear a lot about “sex positivity” and having a “healthy” attitude; and while I applaud the sentiment it leaves me feeling a tad uncomfortable. It seems so neat, clean and tidy, and leaves little space for angst or doubt. Where we want to go and what we want to do or be done to us can be disturbing, terrifying, upsetting and exciting. It’s pleasure but not as they know it. Accepting conflict and contradiction is a significant part of accepting our messy sexual selves. I’m sure “sex positive” was originally meant to encompass this but it’s easily miscast to imply unproblematic happy-jolly-fucky sex. It can make me feel dirty, and not in a good way.

I like brutes and bullies with a nice line in contempt. I like back alleys, seediness and squalor. I like scary scenarios that make my heart beat faster. All these things break down the ego and strip away the veneer of the civilised self. And when you’re without that constructed identity, when your dignity and self-respect have been put on hold, then boundaries shift, inhibitions are lost. If anything, those who like to indulge in being broken down need to have a very secure sense of self. They must be continually piecing themselves back together again afterwards.

Well! What more do you need to say about that? Go off and enjoy your darkest fantasies. Mine may involve doing absolutely vile things to Scarlett Fay…!