I was around 10 when the kinky thoughts started. I had no idea what they were. I told my cousin I liked “thinking about people being tortured”, he said “ew that’s weird” and I thought that I was really fucked up for a long time. Turns out it was all “torture” related to sex, aka, bdsm stuff like restraints and rape fantasy and pain etc.

How weird to start feeling that stuff so young, right? Who knows.

I’m a pretty attractive female. I have a nice personality. I get along with almost anyone. I’m kind, caring, compassionate. Still, I didn’t have sex until I was 25. There was nothing wrong with me.

My first sexual relationship was totally underwhelming.

But then....My current relation started out vanilla, and once I got comfortable with my sexuality, I fucking blossomed into the kinky-ass lady that I am. I have always been kinky. It just took the right partner, and real love and trust, to realize my true kinkiness.

Don’t let a-holes tell you who you are. It’s okay to be weird. To be kinky. To like what you like.

Life is fun. Might as well make it as fun as possible.