On the surface, Fetlife is a dark room that hosts orgies and films smut. We’re the Facebook of Pornhub, and we will show you our diamante-clad buttholes if it’s the last thing we do. This is a world in which the female body is drooled upon and the male body, pushed into your inbox alongside a remote control and a pair of dirty socks. Fet’s entry hall smells of cum and filthy laundry, but if you walk in a little deeper, we’ll show you a whole other room.
This is where we get bloody and scarred. Fetlife won’t introduce you to our kink lives on a subtle gradient. No. Here’s a scarrified torso, and here’s a pair of balls wrapped around an unidentified metal contraption. We don’t care if you’re just into a little light spanking. If you walk into the Gore Room by accident, you don’t get a trigger warning.
We keep abusers in the basement who have a nose for new and vulnerable subs. We host cultish masters and dudebros who are in search of their next wank fest. If you thought the entryway smelled bad, stay away from the dudebros. They don’t clean out their fridges or clean the sheets.