It is great when you realize that you aren't alone. Foot fetish always seemed so normal to me that I didn't realize for many years it wasn't normal for a man to adore a woman's feet. My mother was a stay at home mom and my father, a dominant personality in our household. But, on movie nights, it was simply normal that he massaged my mother's feet and was especially attentive. She not only loved it. She expected it. When my boyfriends would ask to kiss my feet, it seemed natural. I never understood why they were timid about it. Coming to understand that, as an adult, cracks me up sometimes. The things I missed as being unusual to the mainstream!

Mine was gradual as well. My first inkling was in junior high. I was babysitting and the family had the book Scruples in their bookshelf. I picked it up and was blown away by the sexuality of it. None of this was covered in my birds and bees talk. It was my dirty secret when I babysat for them. I have often wondered if they knew I was reading it.

That is a great share. I used to look for the porn stash when I was babysitting. So did my friends. My guess is the parents knew and laughed about it with each other.

I discovered I was kinky when I was about 12 and purchased a copy of a book called The Pearl. It was a Victorian porn mag chock full of stories about whipping and caning. I found myself attracted to those stories and found the vanilla stories boring by comparison. A few years later, I met a very kinky girl in High School who was also into it and thoroughly corrupted me. Lucky me!