This all happened last night and I’m still laying in bed, thumbs shaking as I type, unable to believe what just went down (that’s a delayed pun).
A bit about me for starters. I’m in my early 40s, attractive, fit, muscles, tattoos, and a PhD. Since puberty, I’ve been obsessed with femdom. Not so much the pain side of things, but the idea of being objectified and used like a toy. For me, a sexually liberated woman is the greatest aphrodisiac in the world. This is a confusing realization for any natural cuckold; it’s hard to understand at first why a cheating girlfriend drives you into a sexual frenzy.
Until last night, however, these fantasies remained locked inside my imagination. I brought it up with girlfriends in the past, but never had any takers so I remained frustratingly vanilla. Fast forward to last week, recently separated from an almost decade long dead bedroom situation. I had resisted the siren song of Tinder for a few months, but hormones finally took over and I made the plunge. I probably shouldn’t have waited so long.