Bdsm

I had already spotted this redhead, back then, at BDSM parties, but never found an opening. Around 2012, on my way to an adventure in Madureira, I stopped outside a shabby little place where a rock show was happening. That would turn out to be one of the craziest nights of my life.

Nick was a gothic redhead I dated, I think I dated, for about 8 months. I met her on the way to a BDSM party, and she was impossible not to notice: an hourglass figure, an incredible ass, and she knew she was extremely hot, that almost everyone would want to eat her. With corsets she got even better, pushing her soft curves to where they’d be valued.

She was the first woman who talked openly about cuckoldry, big dicks and BBC with me. We swapped inversion porn and even made a profile on UOL Friends, something like that, trying to find someone. We went to BDSM and gothic parties together.

She was my first. A married domme with two kids, older than me, whom I met online on FetLife. She loved poking at my masculinity. We met twice: in one she took me to a motel, in the other she invited me to her house, as a friend, with her husband and children around. It was creepy, and I was barely 22.