If you were to trace back to how you first became interested in or curious about kink, I'll bet many of you will cite a non-sexual incident that had something to do with it, right?

and even then, who knows how accurate that might be?

 
I do know that the various kinky stuff I eventually fell for was instigated by the various gals I met.   In some cases it was love at first sight. (pregnant sex) and in other cases, I was initially repelled by the idea, but after a short time, became curious about it and gave it a go, loving it very much (water sports)

 
So, was it all about that day my mom denied me buying a puppy for me, or was it that time I thought I was abandoned alone in the house?

I don't think I'll ever know, but furthermore, I don't think it matters anyways.   I am who I am, and I'm happy with my kinky likes, and that's about all there is to it.

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was in a whorehouse on the East Side of Manhattan back in the late '80s with a young lady who also worked as a stripper. I was sitting on the bed when she turned, stuck her very nice ass in my face and smacked it.
"BOING!!!"
I said, "Can I do that?"
"Sure," she said. So I did.
The rest is history.

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Thumbs up, lester.

GREAT answer, inicky!

 
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.

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