First

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 the first time I toyed with the idea of having something broken in me. It happened before Dona Olga. Money was tight back then, and that bothered me: I couldn’t afford to go out with her, not because she was expensive, but because I was broke.