Memoir

Saturday, 17/05/2025, opened with the lazy hush of downtown Rio. I messaged Mistress Juju before getting out of bed, asking if she had room for me before noon. Her reply arrived almost instantly,“Come at 12.” Tight timing, but when the queen summons you, you run on her clock.

I reached the neighborhood early and hid in a café, jittery and counting down minutes through the rim of an espresso cup. When my phone buzzed with the address a few breaths before midday, I headed out, heartbeat matching the traffic lights. The building stood modest and anonymous. An elevator, a hallway, one knock,she opened the door before the echo faded, smile bright enough to bleach the entryway. “She’s even more stunning in person,” I caught myself thinking, the phrase glowing like a marquee.

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.