I am interrupting the tale of Mr. Rogers for my current escapade. Trust me, you aren't missing a thing.
I am a normal woman. I have a normal marriage. I had a normal affair. I had normal AM experiences. I like normal. I have never given much thought to fetishes. I am aware of them and I have a live and let live attitude when it comes to them. I never expected to become a part of a fetish scene.
I was on my usual chat site and was having a decent sex chat with a stranger when he kept steering the topic toward his particular kink. I didn't mind and the act itself wasn't as repulsive to me as some fetishes. I played along and the more we got into it, the more I liked it. But it was all talk, right?
I found myself thinking about it all the next day. I pleasured myself to images of it and sought out groups of like-minded people. God bless the internetsss. Then it happened. I found a post from a man in a nearby town with this particular fetish and a desire to meet someone local. I couldn't help myself.
We exchanged emails. Chatted. Talked on the phone. The usual questions have been asked and the usual steps taken. We are meeting later this week and there is no pretense. We are getting right down to it and taking care of business.
I have never been into BDSM, or any of the extreme fetishes before when it comes to sexual play but the anticipation of what I am about to do has me floating. There is the excitement of the new "friend" and the act itself. There is the fear that if people find out they will never look at me quite the same. There is a little trepidation that this might only be the beginning for me. if I can do this, what else will I do?
I probably shouldn't open this door but I just can't help myself....
