About

[just copied from my fetlife profile]

I feel like I've always had an interest in being sexually dominated by older women. From the earliest time at primary school I used to dream about my teachers "doing things" to me that I knew were not quite right, but I did not know exactly what they were. As it became clear to me what masturbation was in Secondary school, it was always my teachers taking centre stage, my French Mme. in particular. I wank to the thought of this very well dressed French lady keeping me after class for incorrectly conjugating a verb. She would take this very seriously, having me remove my trousers and underpants, delivering six of the best, and then have me eat her out through my tears of pain.

Ludicrous, of course, because only the headmaster could cane us that way. The best I could hope for from our French mistress was a rap across the knuckles. Still, I deliberately engineered enough of those to fuel my fantasies.

I fucked my biology teacher at 16 whilst on a school trip to the lake district. She was a new-recruit from teacher training having just received her BSc (zoology, I think), so at 21 was not exactly "older", but she was rebounding from a relationship and fit the teacher mould nicely.

But what really sent this desire to be dominated on fire was an encounter at a house party on New Year's Eve, coincidentally my birthday. I was 18, and like most boys that age at a party was pretty well bladdered. Went to take a leak and, finding the bathroom door open, I just walked in. And there she was, a woman of 36, wife of a friend of my father's, sitting on the toilet with her knickers and tights around her ankles. We both looked surprised, and then as cool as you like she just said "eat me!" Ladies and gentlemen, I did!

Few hours later I basically carried her husband home, let him pass out on the couch and she and I fucked in the kitchen. When I was done she stood up, put a leg on a chair and again: "get down and eat me". And there it was! Fetish born!

I think we coupled only a couple more times after that (no more eating, alas), for if her husband had have found out I'd have been going to uni in a wheelchair, if at all.