Swinger

I met her on Sexlog. I was convinced I was a person with broken desires and that I should go looking for someone who understood that and was at peace with it, someone with whom we could live the cuckold and hotwife lifestyle. Sexlog seemed perfect for that. It happened a little after Rafaela, and this time I made sure the idea was not a professional relationship.

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.