What was your first sexual experience that lead to your current fetish or fantasies?

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My interest in hotwifing/cuckolding stemmed from discovering my parents were in the lifestyle. I walked in on them in the middle of a threesome which led to a series of conversations with my dad and details about it all. Combine that with my first girlfriend being very sexually experienced and hearing her hot past and it seemed like my kink was inevitable.
 
My first sexual experience that led to my "kink" occurred very late in life.

I had never given trans women a thought in my life. Ever. I don't even know if I knew that they existed but this was about 15 years ago so if there were any, it was not talked about. Maybe I knew Christine Jorgensen existed but that was it.

I had been chatting with a cute Filipina on a chat site for a couple of months when she told me she had a confession to make. Even after she "confessed" I did not believe her. So then she showed me.

That was the moment. Seeing her pretty face and that cock between her legs, my life changed. I had never experienced such intense sexual desire and not the desire to fuck. Instead, the desire to be fucked. After that realization it was all over for me. I would never want a woman with a pussy again although I continued to find them attractive.
 
My current fetish is small to tiny breasts. In most of my life, I have been with women with medium to large boobs. My wife has big ones, my current FWB has medium ones.
This current fetish was triggered by birthday gift from my FWB - threesome with her friend who had really small boobs, but incredibly big and sensitive nipples.
 
I can trace my exhibitionist tendencies to getting caught masturbating a few times at a young age. Once was by a babysitter who made me finish while she watched under threat of telling my parents. I didn’t recognize that for what it was then, but it definitely influenced me.

I also watched people threw windows at an early age, also before I knew it was illegal and taboo. I just knew it was exciting to me. They didn’t even have to be doing anything sexual, I was just a total voyeur.
 
Is swinging a fetish?

I was probably XX when I discovered my dad's porn stash - or rather he granted me access to it after he found some tatty mags in my room I'd got from school and decided I'd prefer more quality wank material.

I loved it all, and especially the letters section where it seemed like every other letter was from a guy who shared his wife with others, or a woman who'd get shared and loved the extra cock. That to me felt like nirvana. A woman so sexually abandoned she'd let other men fuck her, often in groups.

At the bottom of the stack were contact mags. They confused me, I couldnt figure out why my parents would have them (I was naive, sue me) or what VVWE meant, or why there were pencilled stars next to some in our area.

Then I found the polaroids. My mother naked. My mother naked with her legs wide open. And with a cock in her mouth. And with a guy on top of her who definitely wasn't my dad. And being spit roasted (neither cock being my dad).

That's what tuned my head into swinging.
 
Always curious why people develop an attraction to certain fantasies or desires over other acts.

I have always found the hj for example a real turn on or eating pussy.

Ever since I was a teenager and getting my first hj from the hands of an older woman a friends mother its been an fantasy relived many times with various girlfriends. Love all forms of sex but seem to navigate towards hj finishes.

Now that I have started tell me your early experiences that have done the same
When I first dated a sissy
 
My high school girlfriend, and I did a lot of experimentation. I used to love to tie her hands above her head and being in charge. Started me on my way to becoming a dominant… if only her parents knew what we were doing up in her bedroom when they were both away at work after school
 
I have a huge panty fetish, I love smelling and licking dirty panties..... It all started in my late teens early 20's. We had a neighbor who was widowed, she was in her early sixties. She would always ask me to help her with heavy stuff and offer me money which I never accepted. One day she asked me to move her old washing machine because she was getting a new one. As I was moving it out I saw some cloths in between the wall and washer. I told her about them and she asked me if it smelled bad back there. Not thinking about it I started grabbing the cloths out and when she walked in she asked me if I smelled the cloths. I saw that they where some panties with a t-shirt, so I smelled the t-shirt in front of her and told her no. She then told me to smell the other cloths, I told her that they were her underwear.... She asked me to smell them again. She was wearing a long white t-shirt and I can see her big dark nipples which made me horny as fuck. I grabbed a handful of her dirty panties and took a long deep sniff, the dirty smell intoxicated me. As she watched me and asked me how they smell, my dick was getting hard as fuck!!! I told her they didn't smell and tried to hurry up and disconnect the old washer. As I struggled with the old washer she left and came back with a ziplock bag, I was weirded out for a second but she than took the underwear she was wearing off and put them in the bag and tucked them into my pocket and said thank you. I finished moving the washer out the room and left... Later on that year, she let me sniff her panties while she jerked me off. We eventually started having sex (great fucking SEX!!!!), but it would always start with her wanting me to sniff her dirty panties. And to this day, I'm still chasing that first high.....
 
I have a huge panty fetish, I love smelling and licking dirty panties..... It all started in my late teens early 20's. We had a neighbor who was widowed, she was in her early sixties. She would always ask me to help her with heavy stuff and offer me money which I never accepted. One day she asked me to move her old washing machine because she was getting a new one. As I was moving it out I saw some cloths in between the wall and washer. I told her about them and she asked me if it smelled bad back there. Not thinking about it I started grabbing the cloths out and when she walked in she asked me if I smelled the cloths. I saw that they where some panties with a t-shirt, so I smelled the t-shirt in front of her and told her no. She then told me to smell the other cloths, I told her that they were her underwear.... She asked me to smell them again. She was wearing a long white t-shirt and I can see her big dark nipples which made me horny as fuck. I grabbed a handful of her dirty panties and took a long deep sniff, the dirty smell intoxicated me. As she watched me and asked me how they smell, my dick was getting hard as fuck!!! I told her they didn't smell and tried to hurry up and disconnect the old washer. As I struggled with the old washer she left and came back with a ziplock bag, I was weirded out for a second but she than took the underwear she was wearing off and put them in the bag and tucked them into my pocket and said thank you. I finished moving the washer out the room and left... Later on that year, she let me sniff her panties while she jerked me off. We eventually started having sex (great fucking SEX!!!!), but it would always start with her wanting me to sniff her dirty panties. And to this day, I'm still chasing that first high.....
Well described that would set you up to life for most young males;)
 
Hairy pussies are my biggest turnon, and I know exactly how it started: with a swimming instructor I had at the Y. She always wore a blue and white striped one-piece swimsuit where the crotch fell on a white stripe, so once she'd been in the pool, you could...not exactly see her bush, but you could see the shade of white was a bit darker below the hairline. It just looked so grown-up and sexy!
 
Always curious why people develop an attraction to certain fantasies or desires over other acts.

I have always found the hj for example a real turn on or eating pussy.

Ever since I was a teenager and getting my first hj from the hands of an older woman a friends mother its been an fantasy relived many times with various girlfriends. Love all forms of sex but seem to navigate towards hj finishes.

Now that I have started tell me your early experiences that have done the same
To be honest, I wish I knew, or could pinpoint an encounter or event.
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Misspent summers of youth spent in the woods naked with too much stolen pornography from the drug store all alone to read, stare at, and ponder over what the world might be at impressionable lonely age. So yeah, humidity, major turn on. And other things.
 
My fetish for scents and smells started back in high-school after I fell asleep after sex with a filled condom still on. During night it slipped off and the scents of cum, pussy and sleepy bodies from under the covers was so enticing.
 
It was always there, and was just waiting for me to stumble across bits and pieces of it, and eventually connect the dots.

It started with my first girlfriend. She was a tomboy, there was always a lot of physical play-fighting, tickle-fights and wrestling going on between her and me. One afternoon we were fooling around in bed in her room, she started poking me in the ribs just for the sake of raising hell. Happy coincidence would have it that there was a bandana just within reach. Her bed had actual bedposts. Things that were bound to happen, did happen and she wound up with her wrists tied to the bedposts.
There were a dozen things there that just makes sense, in retrospect. The power exchange. Her bratty ass controlled. The dirty sullen scowls she gave me. The teasing and the build-up before any clothes actually came off. And the different kind of teasing and edging that happened because now I had full control and all the time in the world. And the way the sex felt so amplified compared to what we had been doing up until then. How it felt so much more intense. How there was an edge to everything.

Now, this was back in the pre-internet days. And I couldn't exactly hit up the local library and go "Ayoh Mrs. H, do you have any books that might explain why my dick gets extra hard whenever I tie my girlfriend up in bed?" (Although, in retrospect there's a 1000% chance Mrs. H would have had the answers... but I digress...)
I didn't think much of it. It was just the way things were. It was extra hot, and we both liked it, and we kept doing fun variations of it in every sort of way.

Fast forward some years, it is me and my college girlfriend.
Along the way, I start learning a lot more about BDSM and kink and figure out a whole lot of stuff. So I'm a dom. She's a sub. There are words for these things, and there are so many things that starts making sense. There are things I'm into that she isn't into, and vice versa. That's how relationships work.
There are also things that turns one of us on, that the other doesn't have very strong feelings about one way or the other. But doing something for your partner that leads to those utterly delicious toe-curling, mind-melting orgasms is hot as fuck. And that's how amazing relationships work.

Time passes. The relationship goes on for years and years. Life plans and careers and all the stuff. Ups and downs of life. Until it runs its course, and we end up breaking up.
I'm suddenly a bachelor again, and I have a list of itches I haven't gotten scratched in the relationship I was in, and my purpose in life for the next little bit, is to plunge into a world of BDSM and explore every single thing I have been wondering about.
(Now... the relationship I was in was amazing and satifying in so many ways. This one thing does not however contradict the other. Even with amazing sex and toe curling orgasm galore, there will always be those little things that are missing.)

I'm in my thirties. And I'm having a second spring where I explore and have fun and form some life-long memories, and finally get all the pieces to fall into place and realize who I am and what I am.
And I come out on the other end of it, feeling like a more complete person who have finally managed to get it all together, and learnt some lessons I was probably supposed to have learnt in my early twenties but I was too thick to figure it out back then.
 
Dressing in my moms silky pink granny panties, rubbing my cock in them on her bed as I dreamed her big white Playtex bra on my chest, all of a sudden I was getting dizzy and all of a sudden a blast of white thick cum, I thought I was dying, erupted from the tip of my cock. At that point I would be addicted to crossdressing and any and all things sex.
 
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