Day 3: How did you discover you were kinky?

Hmm. That is a good question…

It’s a tie between my first boyfriend who was very into kinky things, specifically experimenting with pain in sexual situations, and when I started reading historical romance novels. Which was around that same time anyways. I will never get over my fantasy of a suave and debonair older pirate swooping down on my travels across the Atlantic and kidnapping me for a ransom, and then becoming ensnared in my innocent charms during the taut alone time in his cabin and taking my virginity in a fit of shared passion. Unfortunately, losing my virginity wasn’t quite like that, but that’s another story.

I would have to say that my interest in kinkiness was solidified for me when I asked one of my boyfriends to tie me up. He did, and when the rope came undone during the main event because “didn’t want to hurt me,” and I was irritated; that was when I knew that vanilla sex wasn’t quite enough for me.

Also, “The Prize” by Brenda Joyce, a historical romance that nobody knows about, is the inspiration for my earliest fantasy.