When a man talks dirty to a woman, it's sexual harassment. When a woman talks dirty to a man, it's £3.95 a minute.

Sex, Sex, Sex and yet more SEX......................

Apparently an act built soley for the art of pro-creation, well, we all know that’s a pile of twaddle don't we? If this was even remotely true then what was even the point of inventing a latex sack, having a variety of obscene and vicarious pleasurable positions and the a mound of fetish fantasies that run through the human mind day to day? 

Sex by fact is there to be enjoyed, lavished in and taken to levels that reach the highs of human morality that leaves you questioning, should i be doing this? 

Now due to the fact that one cannot really write an entire piece on every aspect of the sex drive of the average male or female, we have to minimize it down to one key feature. So we are going to be looking at fetishism. Latex, rubber, bondage, ropes, pulleys and devices that appear to have the intention of some sort of house hold futuristic cleaning implement. 

We all have our own poison as it were, our own little niche that turns us on, whether it be biting or scratching, hair pulling, smacking or dressing up in the most outrageous heart pulsing fashions known to man, we all have one. Recently having read a book depicting this so-called erotic fetishism, it got me wondering, how far will YOU go?

"The Chameleon Body" by Nicholas Sinclair was like turning page after page of a diary written by the secret individuals amongst us. His photography becomes questioning making you wonder what would you find a turn on. Leather clad and bound muscle men with piercings from every orifice intended to heighten the sexual pleasure of their mate. Each image almost like a conceptual forms of art speaking to all our sexual niches, saying try me. 

So i leave you with a few of the images and the question, how far will YOU go?

Yours Heinz