For me it’s foot fetish stuff. Every damned thing else is on the table but before I could make the lethal mistake of talking about it, she expressed her giga-ick about the issue. To this day I thank God I saw the metaphorical fly hit that electric fence before I walked into it.
I don’t think so? We’re poly, so if I had a want/need that didn’t interest her, it wouldn’t be a big deal, I’d just find another partner for that.
Thankfully my wife likes attention on her feet.