Femdom

I had been following Juliana Garcia for years across social media. I don’t remember exactly how I stumbled onto her profile , the algorithm probably pushed those sculpted thighs onto my timeline and I, weak as I am, clicked. From that moment I became a fan. A chiselled body, stage presence, an energy that blended strength and sensuality in a way I rarely saw. But there was a catch: she wasn’t from Rio. As far as I knew, she lived far away, in another state, and that kept my admiration in the safe realm of fantasy , something beautiful to look at, impossible to touch.

Until one day, scrolling through listings, I came across a profile of hers tagged with a Rio de Janeiro location. At first, I thought it was fake. You know how it goes , scammers love stealing photos of beautiful women to bait people. On top of that, when I tried to save her contact, the messaging app showed a suspicious warning. That only deepened my mistrust, so I let it go.

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.

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 was in a relationship with a Domme for some months when a subject was put on the table. She was literally talking with her friends at a pub’s table about penis sizes when someone subtly complimented black ones, and I noticed my girlfriend unobtrusively agreed in silence. Soon, we will return to this subject. After a while, when I was scouting her at her house, I got the confidence to ask what she thought about and to my surprise, she confessed her taste for black ones, even telling me one of her experiences. At that time, I had erectile problems due to my addiction to femdom movies. I got used to not penetrating a woman but just lick. And in my mind, that was ok at that time. I had bought an idea of femdom that implicitly says, “penis isn’t important”. But It is a matter for another post, so let’s go back to the story. We said goodbye, and returning home, I eagerly searched on the Internet for a kind of porn I had never been interested in before. The tags BBC and cuckold had become frequent in my porn search until then.

Probably, you already know what I found. Some images were permanently imprinted on my mind. Maybe those scenes are common these days. I have noticed that cuckold is becoming one of the more popular tropes in porn, and perhaps in real life too. Some of my classics:

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.

There is a force pushing men toward women, much stronger than that pushing women towards men. This is given, and it is not up for discussion. I could say that force is called life. Life bounds men and women in that way because this is how we persist on Earth. In a raw sight, males have to provide for female mammals in order to keep their genes on Earth, and their higher libido does it. I am not summarizing the entire human experience; however, it’s impossible to ignore this force in our lives.

At the same time, nature gives males a strength that they use on behalf of females.

It was my birthday. I was home alone on a work-from-home day and decided to give myself a gift I had been putting off for ages , my first time with an escort. I was in an open relationship at the time, which lifted the guilt but not the butterflies of a first-timer. I researched, I chose, and Érica Chocolate’s profile grabbed me instantly: a fit, sculpted mixed-race woman, a wide smile, a body that screamed hours at the gym, and an energy that mixed tenderness with filth in just the right proportion.

We set the time, but I didn’t count on the wildcard: the meeting. She arrived at my apartment while I was still trapped in a call that was dragging way past its scheduled end. I apologised with my eyes, showed her the couch, offered water and coffee. Érica accepted with a calm that already soothed me , you could tell this wasn’t her first nervous client. I explained it was my first time with a professional and she smiled, saying she’d take care of me. The meeting finally wrapped and I could breathe.