Here’s one of Holly of The Pervocracy more delightful kinks.

I find that serving others’ kinks is, for me, a kink in itself. The archetypal example is foot fetishism. It does, really, nothing for me. Feets is feets, and might as well be elbows or nostrils for all I care. But when a guy is into feet — that does something for me. The nothing-in-particular I feel having my toes sucked turns into an oh holy God YES when I see what it does to him. I don’t want my toes sucked, but I want my toes sucked by a foot fetishist.

Read the quote in context here.

I don’t know how common that particular kink is. If you even want to call it that. It might be common enough that you wouldn’t even call it a kink.

Anyway, I’m often that way. Vanilla sex with a vanilla partner is delightful. Outdoor sex isn’t usually my thing but it’s been wonderful with a partner who loved it. Same with dirty talking, which usually makes me want to roll my eyes.

Although truth be told it took me a while to get over some of my social hangups. In the pre-G-Spot days there was the partner who tried to convince me she only got off on penetration. That kind of freaked me out since I “knew” vaginal sensation was a myth and a sign of self-oppression… and so I broke things off. And I practically ran away from someone who said she fantasized about spankings. But… in retrospect all I want to do is look them up some day and apologize. It’s not just that I was being a big jerk who was sure he know what other people should or shouldn’t be turned on by, it was that if I’d let myself listen to myself then they and I would have had perfectly delightful times together.