It triggered a memory from back in the early 80's during my days in the military. A buddy and I were in his car and we picked up a street hooker who turned out to be a wild ride herself. Before any action, however, she wanted to buy some distilled spirits, so he pulled over at a liquor store. She went in, bought her bottle, returned to the car and was pissed off that the clerk had not let her use their restroom there. We drove about half a block with her mouth going a mile a minute cursing about the clerk.  Suddenly, she shouted,  
"Pull over, I have to pee RIGHT now, and I'm about to do it right here!"
He pulled up to an alleyway, she jumped out, ran about ten to fifteen feet into the alley, quickly dropped her short shorts and white panties to her ankles and then pulled one foot out of them. She grabbed the shorts and panties at her ankle that was still wrapped in them and pulled them all the way up that leg to the top of her thigh and then toward her hip bone so they wouldn't get wet. She spread her feet wide and squatted all the way down until her butt seemed to be about one inch from the concrete. The stream of piss shot from her like a water cannon, splattered everywhere and formed a rivelet that flowed away from her toward the middle of the alley.

The wanton brazenness, hussiness, skankiness of her act was enhanced by the look of bliss in her face as she relieved her bloated bladder. More than all of that was my unexpected reaction. My dick got rock-hard as I watched her, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She wasn't embarrassed or ashamed at all, in fact, it seemed like an everyday thing to her. The sight of her full crestnut-brown pubic bush against her honey-colored skin (she was Cajun), the twisty pattern of the urine flow escaping from her, the down-blouse view of her tiny titties with their dark nipples, the expression in her face, all of it combined into an instant set of turn-ons for me. Granted, I was already a fan of unshaven pussy since my teen years, but it was the first time I remember seeing a woman puss in public up close and personal.

My buddy, however, had the exact opposite reaction. He was both appalled and disgusted, so much so that when we got to her place, he didn't even want to fuck her.

Agree to disagree.

Playing with another female friend at a young age was very sexual.

Kink...

Well, for me personally...

  I was employed by Mistress Helema in North Hollywood,
before she retired.
I was very young ( 17... I mean "18"...)...
And I didn't really  "get it"...
I mean, she tried - and she put the mind-fuck on me...
I used to literally shiver when she came in the room...
( and she wasn't around much...random gratification...)...

And then  - I was Kinked!

I tried to incorporate it into my personal "vanilla" life,
but my partners just viewed it as "window dressing",
like a whore with a whip in her hands...
It's hard for me to respect that after having been fucked-over by Helema...

I also tried to switch from being a GFE service provider to Kink,
and a few subbies could keep up,
they understood that there would be no sex - ever - in exchange for Domination.
We would go to Kink events in Boston, and Kink clubs together... ( they paid)
But, never the two shall meet,  imho.

So I guess I am just going to have to start from scratch if I am to Live the Lifestyle...
Which is my goal, in my personal Life as well my professional.
I like it that there is so much discussion out there on the internet.
If there were only such a thing when I started,
then I would be Empress of the Universe by now.
Helema did.

All my years in equestrian sports really sparked a love for leather, harnesses, ropes, and whips!