I somehow knew pretty early that I might be a little bit “different” in things I like and things I love … but well … you all know … not everybody has the same kinks and not everybody shares your kinks.

I was 22 at the time we met and from the first moments I knew there is something special between us besides the fact that he was 10 years older than me. Sounds corny but I do not know how to describe it elsewise. Back those days we both were in a same chat so we knew each other from chatting and finally met at a big meetup they organized once in a while. That was the time when modems were beeping and kept your landline busy for hours while you were online!

We spend the evening talking and flirting and somehow the air crackled around us. He was very polite and had that natural authority which made me crazy … but on that first evening, nothing more happened except one of those almost-not-touching-your-skin-but-giving-you-goose-bumps-wiggly-knees-and-making-you-crazy blown kisses on my cheek for saying goodbye.

A few weeks later, we finally met again. I somehow was craving for that day to come. He invited me to his place and I had no concerns just wanted to go there. Thinking about all that still gives me goosebumps!

We started where we stopped: with that electrifying kiss which made me crazy. He has these deep dark eyes, which speak their own silent but determining language. We went out to Walhalla which is an old, historical momentum built in 1830 with a stunning view over Danube river and surrounding countryside. He did not touch me too much, but every time he touched me, it was like a little electric shock running through my body. When we were about to leave, he pulled me aside and pushed me against one of the columns there and pulled my arms around the column as well. I felt like wanting to moan just because of what happened! That moment was the first time he kissed me deeply and transformed my knees into pudding. I think I blushed so bad like never ever before in my life. Which made him smile … but it was THAT smile that made me craving for more. He released me from his grip, took my chin and gave me a smiling light kiss. So we went to the car and left. Not much more happened on the way back home except his hand wandering over my thighs once in a while making my pussy feel getting more and more hot and wet and me horny-nervous.

We arrived at the garage, we took the elevator and he did not touch me at all – just looked at me and smiled once in a while and when we arrived at his door he took my chin again but did nothing more. I was literally dying and paralyzed ….!

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That was the beginning of a 5 year lasting, mind blowing D/s relationship that I will remember for the rest of my life. I felt pain, I never felt before and just kept craving for it. I did things I somehow never thought I would do and started to enjoy them. I never again trusted a person that much like I did - so far. And it sadly all ended because of unnecessary lies and dumb things people do when too many feelings get mixed up and make things more complicated than they are. He has a special place deep in my heart forever and thinking of the end just makes me sad until today. I got my piercing because of him and I will keep it forever – especially as he never saw it live. Our lives changed a lot into different directions but somehow we still write each other once in a while and keep contact … everytime I see a message from him it makes me shiver ... but we never met in real live again.

And oh lord, I don’t even wanna think about how things could have escalated with remote toys!

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