How I got into Kink: My Descent into Depravity Part II

I won’t talk too much about that dumb kid – I actually can’t even remember his name now. Long story short, after moaning, whining, cajoling and coaxing, I finally let him touch it. He thought it was gross. I may have turned him gay.

I lost my virginity at 13 with a 16 year old, who ended up getting me pregnant. I had an abortion during the first few months of my high school career, and miraculously was able to keep it quiet. The guy, who I’ll call DICK, ended up being a crazy creep – can you believe it?
Young girls can be so stupid. There much more to that story, but that’s a whole other bag of worms. Suffice it to say that the experience made me a little crazy, literally. I honestly think I fit into some serious DSM criteria for an insane kid.

I met my first real boyfriend later that year, and we dated almost 2 years. I was reading Cosmo Magazine for sex tips at 14, and came across the idea of tying up and teasing your partner. This boy was the first of many that I would deflower, and using Cosmo as our guide, we tried out every tip we could. I still have diaries from that time, and we experienced things together that I didn’t do again for years. I found out that I loved being tied up, but somehow I always ended up being the one doing the tying.

Then came the million year kink drought.

I had lots of vanilla sex with lots of people, and fucked some older men, but somehow my bondage and non-consensual fantasies never came up. I was still furiously masturbating to the material though. I experienced years of unfulfilling sex with multiple partners. I spent a lot of time honing my sexual skills, and a lot of time not having orgasms with my partners.

Things didn’t really pick up again until about June 2010.