Mulata

I met Érica on Orkut too, back when I was an intern. I started following her and charming the passista on social media, and she was always receptive to compliments in the DM. I adored her like a Goddess, and she accepted. Some time later I recognized her downtown, approached her and sent a message. That was the hook for us to meet and have a lightning-fast adventure.

A tall, dark-skinned mulata with big tits and a big ass. We met a few times over the years, always in motels, and our games were mixed wrestling and taunting. In our roleplay, she dared me to touch her without her consent while she provoked me and pinned me down. It was always a battle of strength: she’d hold me, I’d try to break free, and the tension would build until nobody knew who was in control.

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.

An incredibly delicious mulatinha I met when I was very young, around 22 I believe, and our relationship kept changing over time. I think it may have been one of her first sexual experiences. I met her at a birthday party of a friend I never saw again; back then I was crazy about that other friend. I saw big transformations in her body: she went from super fit to a bit chubby, right at the edge of deliciousness. She gained big tits and tattoos along the way. There were so many encounters that I can’t remember each one, but we did interesting things, and we could still be doing them today, weren’t it for life’s complications. With her I got to try the “bull” role, eating her out while she was in an open relationship.