Facesitting

I have always been physically weak. Not in ambition or in the way I build relationships—those parts of my life are solid. But the structure I was born with refuses to grow much without chemical shortcuts, and the family history of health issues convinced me not to gamble with PEDs. I accepted long ago that, in pure strength, I am fragile.

Back in the late eighties I saw a TV special about women paid to beat up men. The men hired them, desperate to taste that fetish. When the internet finally landed in my home I went looking for that same energy and found the clips that shaped me. These weren’t standard BDSM scenes; they were contests of raw force and humiliation. Male physical supremacy got flipped upside down, and I loved every second.

I have always craved for big asses. I mean from the very beginning. As a skinny guy, since my first masturbation was thinking of big asses of chubby women.

I can remember one of the first porn pictures I saw on the Internet where a woman was sitting over a man’s face, which turned me on almost instantly. More than that, she was making him as a throne and as a toilet. Demoting him and magnifying her. I don’t appreciate scat; however, at that time, that scene turned me on. There were many signs there, which I had to decrypt after, and it was confusing to me, too much information.

Over the years I’ve become convinced I’m happiest when I’m nasty and dirty. I’m a forty-year-old man whose favorite thing is being buried in a woman’s ass. I like to imagine myself as the throne for a lust queen.

It didn’t happen overnight. In my twenties it was just a thrill; by my thirties it was an ache. I remember the first time a partner settled fully on my face and refused to budge. The world shrank to weight and heat and the sting of her nails in my scalp. That moment rewired something. I stopped pretending this was a side kink and accepted it as my core.

I had been following Queen Mellzn for about a year. Her curves make me feel small, and every photo turns up the heat. Months earlier we managed a quick call; the geography made a meeting impossible then, but she promised she visited Rio often. I kept watching, hoping it was more than sweet talk.

About a month ago I noticed her tour calendar and saw Rio on the list. I marked the dates, shuffled my own schedule, and crossed my fingers. On the eve of our planned Saturday session everything collapsed—obligations consumed the day. We regrouped, settled on Sunday, and committed to “whatever it takes.”

I have always craved for big asses. I mean from the very beginning. As a skinny guy, since my first masturbation was thinking of big asses of chubby women.

I can remember one of the first porn pictures I saw on the Internet where a woman was sitting over a man’s face, which turned me on almost instantly. More than that, she was making him as a throne and as a toilet. Demoting him and magnifying her. I don´t appreciate scat; however, at that time, that scene turned me on. There were many signs there, which I had to decrypt after, and it was confusing to me, too much information.