Fetish

Okay, I confess: I am obsessed with big clits. Watching them swell and pulse, splitting lips as they throb, drives me absolutely feral. It is the first place my eyes go, the pulse I feel deep in my chest.

As more women hit the gym and experiment with hormones, those thick little monsters are becoming a regular sight. Testosterone, cycles, peptides,it all adds mass to their bodies and magic to their clits. These days I notice them everywhere: malls, restaurants, street markets. Rich or poor, there is always another muscle girl walking past with a thickened bud tucked into tight shorts.

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.

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.