Colby Black

Faults and Cracks

My ventures into the fetish culture started in my young adult years. A friend of mine started dating a girl that invited him to a fetish event that took place in our town. In order to attend this event, she requested that he sign up for an account on FetLife. Like most guys, he read me and my uncle her kinks and asked us if we thought it was normal or if he should go. We advised him that if he joins up on the site it could hinder his social life and maybe corporate life. He signed up for the account either way, attended the event, and saw her for a week more. To him she was perfect, but to her he was the epitome of vanilla with, as he described, “a red bull can sized dick.” His gloating, a coping mechanism to deal with his inability to walk due to disease, got him nowhere with her. He eventually settled down in an Ozzie and Harriet life that felt suitable for him.