The Orange

INTRODUCTION

When the idea for "The Orange" came to me, I had a couple of specific goals in mind. The biggest goal was to get readers, curious about fetishes, to have a window into the world of not just fetishes, but one of the rarer ones. There are plenty of articles about foot fetishes, bondage kink, piercings, spanking, and more, but I'm not into any of those – like many others out there, I have my own "thing" that makes me horny and want to ejaculate in a spell of physiological ecstasy.

The community to which I belong is out there, but it's very scattered. As with many other subgenres, it took the World Wide Web to allow us to find each other. The forerunner to the internet was electronic bulletin board systems – systems one could access with a dial-up modem, and only if one knew where to get the access phone numbers. Fetishists have never had it so good.

A second goal was to communicate just how challenging and frustrating it is to find a partner that shares the very same sexual fetish. In my lifetime I have not had the pleasure of meeting someone in person that "gets" what gets me off. They may express sentiments like, "Oh, that's cute," or "That's really tame compared to what I like" but I have yet to run across someone who says, "That is ME, exactly!" I suppose a motivation for writing "The Orange" was to allow me to experience, if even as a literary fantasy, the sexual completion of getting my deepest sexual fantasies realized. It is difficult enough if one is young and pretty – it is much harder if one is neither of those things.

I am also writing from the perspective of a gay man, and most certainly not a "twink", "bear", or any of the other popular labels the community takes for itself. This does not mean that if you're straight or female, that you can't get something from this fable. I believe some things really are universal in nature, and desire – particularly for someone that elicits a stirring of the loins and imagination – and the pursuit of such an individual are a well-worn path in humanity.

There is one other goal I had in writing "The Orange", and it was this – to be of some kind of usefulness to the scientific community. Believe me, if I understood everything there was to understand about sexual response, I'd be a billionaire today – it is a secret that many wish to understand for reasons of good or ill. I am very much hoping that those that study sexuality – sexologists, but also sociologists, those who study the LGBT community, and those whose subject focus is fetishes, might carry some new insight away from my tale. Parts of the story are autobiographical – most assuredly, the fetish object is – but others are situations I have yet to experience, if I ever indeed am so fortunate. I anticipate that when my time comes to leave this life, I, like lots of others with a deep physical longing, will do so unsatisfied, perhaps forbidden from doing so by the universe, but also perhaps something of a self-sabotaging nature within my members.

I chose to characterize "The Orange" as a fable, but you will need to search out any morals for yourself. I do not know your psyche, your motivations, or your longings. I can only hope this work unlocks something for you.

ONE

So I'm a pretty conventional guy as far as they come in America. Middle-aged, white-collar, four-year degree. I like reading a lot. I love great conversation. I have little tolerance for ignorance – I'm very no-nonsense. Probably has a lot to do with my urban Midwestern upbringing.

One thing I've always liked about cities – they're always going to be more open-minded than the suburbs or exurbs. Nothing beats diversity – of race, of age, of culture, of thought.

But it's not quite as diverse in the southern states. I live in Texas – a state that's a caricature of itself on a regular basis. That's not germane to the story I'm about to tell, but it is an interesting side note, particularly if you've ever lived or even visited here.