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A short black woman I met on FetLife. Her profile said domme, but cuckoldry was what truly moved her, and that was what I was looking for at the time. Still, I felt, and still feel, that she wanted more than I was willing to give. She talked about us travelling together and rehearsed an intimacy that, from where I stood, had no room inside her marriage. The discomfort grew with every message, because I feared walking into a ground that wasn’t ours alone. I had just come out of the relationship with Luana, and the weight of it still followed me around.

I met her on Tinder during my relationship with Luana. With her I had my first threesome in which everyone was involved purely for the filth. My profile didn’t expose my identity or Luana’s, and it made clear what we wanted. I met her while Luana was traveling, and I believe it was better that way than escalating too fast. Right away I noticed she was extremely politically polarized. To me it made no difference, but I noticed she kept drifting away the more I voiced my beliefs.

Months after the first encounter, Rafaela and I met again. This time I would discover she had a boyfriend — and that maybe, after all, she really was a professional.

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.

I met Pâmella N. on Tinder, at a time when I was looking for exactly what her profile announced: no-strings sex, no beating around the bush. She was black, a PhD student, and liked to smoke a joint before anything else. Her beauty was the kind that disarms you, and beneath that innocent face was a body that knew what it wanted. Her blowjob was delicious, and she had a tattoo on her back I loved to kiss. She loved sitting on my face, and between us there was no fixed role: I dominated and was dominated, we did everything. We had several encounters, all of them good. And then, out of nowhere, she drifted away in a way that still feels bizarre to me today.

I met Érica on Orkut too, back when I was an intern. I started following her and charming the passista on social media, and she was always receptive to compliments in the DM. I adored her like a Goddess, and she accepted. Some time later I recognized her downtown, approached her and sent a message. That was the hook for us to meet and have a lightning-fast adventure.

A naughty one too, and a civilian. I think I met her on Orkut, in a group for people who enjoy being cuckolds, something like that. We talked a lot online and had a single meeting, where I went down on her a great deal, but I couldn’t get hard until she gave me a “ground wire”, a finger up my ass. Something was breaking inside me.

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.

Everything she lacked in her face she made up for in her body. We walked around downtown Rio and everyone stared, maybe at the contrast between the tall black woman and the skinny white guy next to her. She was a swinger, insanely hot, and possibly my first civilian encounter. I was full of pornographic ideas back then, we talked about inversion, but I had never actually experienced any of it — using panties, swinging, all that. I think it was fashionable then, that thong thing with Beckham.

Shana was one of my biggest failures. She had that clipped hip-hop black girl hair and the body to match. When the opportunity finally came, I disappointed her =). She even surprised me by buying a thong for me, which was quite exciting — not only did she make me wear it, but she pulled it up so it was really tight, like a hussy, and it made my dick hard. But maybe because it was the first time, I let myself be delivered to passivity and couldn’t flip the switch to be active with her.

An incredibly delicious mulatinha I met when I was very young, around 22 I believe, and our relationship kept changing over time. I think it may have been one of her first sexual experiences. I met her at a birthday party of a friend I never saw again; back then I was crazy about that other friend. I saw big transformations in her body: she went from super fit to a bit chubby, right at the edge of deliciousness. She gained big tits and tattoos along the way. There were so many encounters that I can’t remember each one, but we did interesting things, and we could still be doing them today, weren’t it for life’s complications. With her I got to try the “bull” role, eating her out while she was in an open relationship.