I get it. We’re lucky enough to share our main kinks. Dominance, submission. A little delicious fear, and pain. But fetishes are different, aren’t they? Even if you hit the jackpot, and found someone who shared your fetish, they would probably never understand it in the exact same way you do. They haven’t nurtured it like you have, desperate and ashamed. Fantasizing constantly. Feeling like you want to die any time its name gets mentioned. Rocking silently against your palm, again, the go-to, every fucking time because you can’t help yourself. No, those are just yours really. Creating an experience you can share with someone else is… tricky. You’ve needed this for as long as you can remember. You can’t bear the idea that the other person is merely bemused.