25 People Confess The Moment They Realized They Had Dirty Kinks

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You’re 12 years old. You’re waiting for the porn to load on your parent’s desktop computer as the image slowly realizes one pixel at a time. F*ck dial-up. Your friend sent you a link on your hotmail account and you sit patiently, awaiting the impending boobs that will bare before you.

All of a sudden, that last line of pixels loads and you’re staring at the most pregnant naked woman squeezing milk out of her tits onto a dude’s face. You blow your load immediately. That was the moment you found your unwavering and true love for lactation kinks. Got milk, bro?

Human sexuality is strange thing. We can’t help what turns us on — even if our most primal lusts and desires happen to be some pretty taboo sh*t. Like, sure, I WISH that I could simply be turned on by a d*ck and some clitoral stimulation, but I can’t help that I need to be surrounded by 50 balloons and have to pop every single one in order to climax.

So, I say — as long as you’re not hurting anyone (unless they want you too, hey-oooo) and everything is legal and consensual, go on with your bad selves! Cause life’s too short and there are too many balloons to pop and pregnant women to f*ck and loads to blow!

These 25 people have some of the dirtiest kinks out there. These are their stories:


Exhibitionism. Former gf’s friend was watching us through a crack in the door while on vacation. I don’t know if she knew that I knew she was there.


I like getting hickeys. It’s not a wild kink, and it comes off as pretty high school, but it just feels so good to have someone bite down hard enough to bruise but not break the skin. I found out how much I liked it in my 20s. Gave a girl I was fooling around with a hickey as a goof and to playfully annoy her. She retaliated with her own, and something just clicked. Touching the bruises afterward felt nice too. Sadly, everyone after her just don’t bite hard enough, or they go too wild and almost draw blood. Ah well.


Being bound. I discovered it by accident when I was probably eight years old. I was dorking around with yarn and the bars of my (bottom) bunk bed when suddenly my foot became ensnared. When I realized I was stuck with no say in the matter a strange feeling overcame me, I’d later discover the term for that feeling was arousal.


Thighs, I just couldn’t stop touching them and since my first girlfriend I have loved anything that brings out thighs. Knee-socks, skirts, etc.


Size difference between couples. Like a really big dude and a really small woman or vice versa, etc. Could be tall/short, fat/skinny, buff/scrawny, doesn’t matter. I love it.

Written by Laura McNairy

Laura is a freelance writer for TFLN. She likes to write about what she knows best — dating, sex, and being awkward, but usually in the opposite order. She is the Assistant Editor and videographer for Peach Fuzz, a sex-positive nudie magazine in ATX.