Are you tired of having to loon alone? Maybe you play with balloons in secret, late at night or when your partner isn’t home? Or maybe you don’t even have a partner because you’re afraid no one would understand a weird fetishist like you?
Aren’t you tired of not being able to share your fetish with someone you love? Being a looner is kind of lonely. Balloon fetish doesn’t have the pop culture representation that BDSM does. When a Hollywood producer wants to create a character who’s kinky, the go-to is pretty much always something like Christian Gray in Fifty Shades of Gray. (Or Angelina Jolie in Mr. and Mrs. Smith; anyone else love that dominatrix look?)
Alia and green balloon Most people are familiar with the whole BDSM thing. They may not get it, but at least they get that it’s a thing. Balloons, on the other hand, are not something people think of when they hear you’re kinky. And if, for some reason, it does come up in conversation, most people have no idea how to process the fact that you have a balloon fetish. (I know this from personal experience. One of these days I’ll tell you about what NOT to say when you’re telling your friends you’re a looner.)
Most people are familiar with the whole BDSM thing. They may not get it, but at least they get that it’s a thing The result is that we looners tend not to tell anyone that we’re into balloons. We don’t want people to know, we don’t want people to judge us, and we don’t have to deal with the emotional fallout of our partner thinking that we’re a freak.
Nastya balloon girl playing alone with balloons Which is why many of us don’t ever tell our partner and thus end up living a lie, having to pretend to be someone we’re not for the sake of fitting in.
I’m fortunate enough to have a partner who knows. We’ve been together for over 6 years, and she’s known I’m into balloons for about 5 of those. I thank my lucky stars everyday (every night?) to have such an open-minded and understanding woman in my life. But not all of my partners have been so great.
I was not one of those guys who lost their virginity at 18, then got it on each weekend with some new girl he met at the Fraternity party. I wasn’t super extroverted, I was kind of a nerd, and I’ve always preferred stable, long-term relationships over whirlwind, quickie romances.
The result was that it took me longer than I would have preferred to finally start having regular sex. Not terribly long, looking back now that I’m older and wiser, but at the time it seemed like a long couple of years. Kink, and especially my balloon fetish, was a major part of that delay.
I had several girls I dated in college who never knew what I truly wanted. I wasn’t really much of a womanizer, to tell the truth, and kink was definitely part of it. (One-night stands kind of suck when the usual bump-and-grind doesn’t do it for you.) But sex was really important to me and was a driving factor in seeking a long-term relationship, and of course I always secretly wished we could throw balloons into the mix.
Alia blowing up a green balloon Unfortunately, it’s hard when you need special circumstances to get hard. My first couple of times were pretty lame. In fact, my first time ever, I couldn’t even finish. Not a good night, lying next to my new GF, staring at the ceiling with cheeks burning, wondering why my body was broken. I’d thought about what sex would be like for so long, finally getting to experience it and having it suck was a total letdown. It made me wonder what I’d done wrong, what she thought of me, and what on Earth I was going to do next time, after learning that I couldn’t even keep my cock hard. It made me wonder if I was even a man.
Mishel playing with balloon This went on for about 2 years, even after that girl and I broke up and I started dating the woman I’m still with today. We’d have sex, I’d struggle to keep it up, or get bored halfway through, or have to force myself to finish and lay there afterwards, wondering why we even bothered. I knew I wasn’t being satisfied, but I couldn’t put my finger on the reason why. My brain just hadn’t made the connection to what was missing.
Two or three times, I even tried to covertly bring balloons into the bedroom. My girl had always been self-conscious about self-pleasure, so one night we were looking up different ways for women to do it. I just "happened" to stumble across a forum where some girl had recommended using a warm water balloon as something to rub against. We tried it, and much to my disappointment, my girlfriend didn’t fall in love with it. I tried a few more times here and there, but trying to be sneaky about it just never worked. Sex remained balloon- less, and I remained unsatisfied.
Mishel welcomes you to join her balloon room I’d pretty much resigned myself to the fact that sex was just boring and overblown when I unexpectedly got the chance to tell my girl about my fetish. It was completely random. One day we got to talking about different insecurities we had, and somehow I got the courage to finally confess to her that I had a balloon fetish. It wasn’t some big, brave thing like you’d see on TV. I felt really shy, but I finally worked around to telling her that the reason I’d wanted to try having her masturbate with a water balloon was that I actually thought that playing with balloons was really hot. I’d wanted to watch her rub on a balloon and just been too scared to flat-out ask her.
It was embarrassing, and I felt really awkward at first, but once the initial secret was out, it got easier. I told her I actually really had a thing for balloons and that I’d love to try using one in sex. Later that week, we tried it for the first time. I seem to remember that she blew up a blue balloon for me, and that at first we didn’t really know what to do with it. It was kind of like having a threesome: at first you’re not really sure how to include the third person in something that normally only involves two. Eventually you figure it out, though. We ended up doing the standard missionary style with the balloon in between our chests. I think it was the first time in my life I didn’t have to try to stay hard while having sex.
Alissainflatables - Alia blowing up an orange balloon To this day, that’s still my favorite way to make love. I’m not sure whether it’s a first-time-is- always-the-best sort of thing or whether it’s just a good position, but I do know that I have no regrets about telling my babe that I’m into balloons. Telling her my secret was night and day for our sex life. I don’t think we’re in any danger of ever breaking up, but I decided years ago that if we ever did break up, I was never going to settle for another partner who couldn’t handle my fetish. It’s just not worth having to hide who you are for a partner who can’t allow you to be all of yourself.
Alissainflatables - girls touching a nice pink balloon And lucky you, next time we’ll be talking about how to actually tell your partner you’re into balloons (and maybe get them to blow one for you, yes?). It’s a really scary thing to tell anyone, especially someone when you’re trying to get into their pants, that you’re a crazy fetishist who likes to hump balloons, but the truth is that it’s actually pretty easy if you go about it the right way. Check out our next article to learn how to bring it up.
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After all, it’s not like we’re going to tell your girlfriend or anything.
9/20/20
Chris M is a freelance writer and a kinkster. He enjoys sarcasm, balloons, and late nights in front of his computer. (Typing, you perv…)
