At what pint do you move from just being very sexually aware, very sexually active and just very sexual to being a kinky bastard?
I thought there was a specific point in time. A milestone that I had passed and I’d be able to identify. Well, I searched for the kink marker in my life, high and low, up and down. I analyses my urges and fetishes and after a great deal of consideration I realised that the kink has always been there, I’m just one of that increasing number of people who are prepared to let the kink free and admit that they have fetishes.
Imagine a world where everyone is free to express their fetishes without others judging them. As long as they are safe, sane and consenting. All our eyes would be opened and that great sexual organ, the brain, would be exposed to the rainbow of sexual possibilities presented to it by the rest of humanity.
Just a thought.
(Oh, I don’t just like kinky boots either!)