I dated, no dated is probably the wrong term, I met a woman on multiple occasions exclusively for a month and a half who was way into teratophile stuff.

Having suffered a motorcycle crash six years prior had left her with scars and other, mostly cosmetic damage to her face, arms and legs. She had not been wearing a helmet. Re-constructive cosmetic surgery was not entirely successful and while the wounds had healed well, they were quite graphic (probably even worse than burns on some level).

As the story goes, as so often it must do, the relationship with her husband who had been driving [not sure if you drive a motorbike] and had come away fine after the accident, soured.

Depressed and isolated, no family, she withdrew into herself for a time. She eventually come out of her shell, divorced her husband and began looking for love but was rebuked repeatedly because of her appearance.

She then found her SCENE. A group of individuals who were by general social standards not the most pleasant to look at: teratophiles.

[italics|I must admit most are really good people but some of the stuff they can get into because of their chosen fetish really can turn my stomach.]

People affected by trauma, burns, accidents or are into extreme body modification. Those who enjoy being the monsters their appearance makes them out to be. [Bad description, I apologise.]

She was no longer an outcast. She was one of them and enjoyed the SCENE fully. She got a few tattoo's, a few piercings too and even got her remaining ear shaped to look like an elf. She cancelled all her future re-constructive surgeries and chose to remain as she was.

Happy in how she looked.

When I met her I was out experimenting different scenes. I got an invite from a friend or a friend of a friend to go to a little party at some warehouse turned sex den.

It was intense. Between the blood play in one corner and the orgy in the back room I could swear I had just walked into Halloween night at Accident and Emergency.

I was sitting back a bit afraid of what to do. To even stay or leave. Nothing had ever been as intense and I'd thought I'd seen some pretty intense BDSM.

She came over, we chatted and she explained what teratophilia was. It put me at ease and I learned the rules of the den.

We fucked and we continued to fuck for a whole 6 weeks. It was great but it was not to last. She was happy they I accepted her for who she was but she wanted me more involved in the lifestyle [her SCENE].

We parted ways, we are still friends and keep in touch, but do not play.

Nope, nope , noke.

I was wondering if there are any teratophile's on EF.

I guess my fantasies are unlikely but possible scenarios. As in bringing various people I have a protective instinct toward, into my home and potentially my bed. Adults ONLY, no underage interests here.

I am not sure how to vote on this one as I have never had the opportunity to really be involved with someone that indulges in body modification or has had a life changing experience like The Toy Guys friend but I had had a huge crush on a friend with a severe cleft palate for a long time. It was his outlook on life and the way he interacted with people that were attractive to me. We shared a pretty sick dark sense of humor too. I used to have a lot of old friends with many interesting body piercings, implants, and other things done. I want more piercings and tattoos than I have. Love all of that stuff its just that life and jobs have ruined the fun. I like the sensation of getting things pierced. I miss it a lot. My boyfriend is not keen on much of that either so if I did indulge in piercings and tattoos more often, he would not be happy with me. This whole subject is really interesting to me. Not sure about the whole LARP-ie fantasy aspect though. This is still a cool thread to read.

I think aliens are sexy. Well...any dominant creature is sexy, especially if he does an inspection of me with lots of probing!

oh yeah. I'm right there with you. Fantasies of being bound and a machine having their way with you.... definitely fictional.

I like making things up on the go. Whispering a story as I pound into whomever I’m with.

I've recently seen a headline that indicated psychological problems caused by use of sexbots.

These is nothing that can replace personal intimacy.