BDSM Blog Part 1. You lick my balls...

BDSM Blog Part 1 You lick my balls and suck my cock.

English/Dutch translation at the bottom of the page.

1978.

I am barely six years young when I am sitting on the floor in the living room playing with my Barbies. On the TV, Top Pop is on. Suddenly, rousing sounds echo through the room, making me automatically look at the screen where the sound is coming from.

To my amazement, I see there how a petite beautiful black-haired woman is overpowered by a feral big sweaty obese man. The contrast between the two. The Beauty & the Beast. The wild tongues passing in a flash, the fierce desire splashing from him, the resistance she offers. As young and innocent as I still am, it fascinates me.

Of course, I had seen people kiss on TV before, which I also found interesting, but this was something else.

'Later I'm going to be that lady,' I decide on the spot, then reenact the passionate scene with my barbies. Only later do I find out that the pushy man's name is Meat Loaf and the title of the song being sung is 'Paradise by the Dashboardlight'.

From then on, I have loved big men with slightly thicker bellies. Because they are heavy and strong and can grab you hard and kiss you nice and wild, my childlike brain reasoned.

This preference has never gone away.

Wrong men

1988.

Meanwhile, I am sixteen years old. By nature, like the lady in the music video at the time, I have black curly hair and am petite in build. Like the singer, I make up my eyes heavily with eyeshadow, black eyeliner and mascara and paint my lips fire-red.

When I go out, I wear short skirts, leather jackets, high boots and belts with all kinds of chains attached. I want a tough strong man, so I make sure I look tough and sexy myself. Besides, I just think it's beautiful, I feel attractive in leather and I enjoy the attention it gets me.

After all these years, I still love watching music videos and one day, when I see Alanah Miles passing by while singing 'Black Velvet' in black leather chaps (leather trousers where the buttocks are cut out), I am determined to find exactly such trousers.

No one has ever heard of the internet and online shops, so I persuade my best friend to join me in the city to search for the coveted garment. In a small western shop in Amsterdam, my wish comes true.

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