I wouldn’t say I am necessarily a dom, but if some BDSM comes into play I do prefer being the ruling hand. In this case it went a lot further than I had gone before, and I didn’t expect I would enjoy it as much as I did.
WARNING: This was a wild one, and includes insulting (body) language as part of her masochistic nature.
So, I’m still in my early thirties at this point, hanging out in a bar initiated from a work anniversary. Most colleagues had gone home, but I had lingered behind enjoying some time out.
An older woman took my eye – you know the type, skin well kept, a few extra pounds, but carrying it extremely well dressed in a long dress. If I had to guess I would place her in her mid 50s.
She seemed to be alone as well, and slightly inebriated like me. After some smalltalk, all initiated by me which was a bit unusual, definite hints were given towards more fun at her place. She was not wearing a ring, nor did I see a shade. Not really the most exciting pick-up I’m afraid, but it definitely turned out well for me.