I admit it, I have a hundred of them. Some started even before puberty. Over the years I've come to grips with myself, learned to live with them, and myself.
The first kinky sex thing I remember was when I was five. My grandmother had recently died. I was with my grandfather as he was cleaning out the storage room. He came across my grandmother's corsets. He held one up for me to see. He had a sly, sheepish grin on his face.
I was eight. I was constipated. My mother, ever concerned about my bowel movements, would give me suppositories or bulb enemas. I hadn't gone in five days. I was sitting on the toilet, nothing was happening. My mother came into the bathroom carrying a red fountain syringe. She was wearing a full slip with a full apron over it. She went to the sink and ran the water. Through her slip I could see the outline of her bra and open bottom girdle hitched to her stockings. She filled the bag. She then swished around a bar of Ivory Snow in the bag water. She had me get on my knees and lean on the toilet with my elbows. She lubed up the white plastic nozzle with Vaseline. She put some on my sphincter. The nozzle was sharp and hurt a little going in. She brushed up against me, I could feel her girdle. I heard the clip open. Some how I took the whole bag. She removed the nozzle and left the bathroom. I sat on the toilet. After a while a burst of soapy water came out. Then this giant log of poo. Followed by more water. I was relived. It felt good, I felt good.
Fast forward, I was 11, it was 1956. I was rolling around on my bed, a pillow between my legs. I was thinking about my grandmother's corset and getting an enema from a woman in a corset. Suddenly I had a strange, good feeling. Then it happened, my first ejaculation, my first orgasm.
I was hooked, I couldn't get enough. Every night I would roll around on a pillow. I would think of enemas, and corsets and girdles to come. Then I expanded my fantasies to include aprons, especially plastic, rubber gloves, slips, shower caps, more.
Every afternoon I would take the newspaper into my room, they were filled with girdle ads. From there I discovered the Sears catalog, fashion magazines, they were filed with girdles, aprons, enema equipment.
When I was old enough to drive I discovered porn shops. From there I found a world of kinks. Just sex and naked ladies, for whatever reason, was not enough for me.
Today I live with and love my kinks. I have a wonderful, obliging wife who plays with me.
Yes, I had times where I questioned my kinkiness. Thinking something was wrong with me. But l life became the best when I learned to live with, and accept, who I am... 🌹