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Recently I shared a story about a night that could’ve ended in a threesome with two guys, but instead became my first experience with small penis humiliation. I ended up having sex with a guy I met at a club while his friend, who had a micropenis, watched us and actively asked to be humiliated while it was happening.

At the time I didn’t really think of it as cuckolding at all. To me it just felt like a really strange, intense and unexpected situation that somehow became incredibly hot once I realized how turned on he was by watching and being compared to the other guy. What surprised me the most was how much I enjoyed the situation too. The humiliation aspect...

After I posted the story, a guy messaged me saying he was surprised I’m not in any cuckolding groups. That made me curious, so I started reading more about it, but now I’m confused about where the line actually is.

Would you consider that cuckolding too, even though we weren’t a couple and nobody was married? Or is it only considered cuckolding when it’s specifically a husband or boyfriend watching his partner with another man and being humiliated by it?

A few days ago I read a post about what dating apps are like from a woman’s perspective, and it made me want to share my own experience too. But also add something I think is important…

What actually makes me want to meet a guy from Tinder, in case it helps someone here.

First of all, the second I create my account, whether I’m in Madrid or now in NYC, you already know what happens. In less than five minutes the app is already showing 99+ likes.

So obviously, when almost every guy you swipe right on instantly becomes a match, you naturally become very selective.

But that doesn’t mean I actually want to meet all those matches. Honestly it’s the complete opposite. It’s actually pretty rare that I genuinely feel like going on a date with someone.

After using Tinder for a long time, I’ve realized most men fall into one of two categories:
Either they try to meet way too fast, or they have conversations that feel completely empty.

When a guy opens the conversation by immediately asking me out, or worse, asking me to come over to his place, honestly… the impression it gives me is that he’s completely desperate to get laid. And for me that’s a huge turn off.

Personally, I like talking a bit first. And thinking about it, I realized I really only need two things: I want to feel like the guy actually knows how to hold a conversation (so the date won’t be awkward), and that he’s interested in me beyond just trying to hook up.

I honestly think a lot of women probably feel the same way.

On the other hand, talking about sex over chat isn’t something that bothers me. Honestly, I like it. I’m pretty curious when it comes to that stuff. And actually, one of the Tinder dates I remember the most started with a guy opening the conversation with a sexual suggestion.

And yes, I ended up meeting him.

Now you’re probably wondering why, and I’ll explain it, because what attracted me wasn’t that first line. It was what he did after it.

He opened with a slightly kinky sexual comment, I replied jokingly, and then he completely changed the subject.

He started talking to me normally. He asked real things about me. We talked about random stuff, trips, experiences, dumb things… and he never brought up sex again during the whole conversation.

And that’s exactly what made me want to meet him.

Because the feeling he gave me wasn’t “this guy is desperate to get laid”. It was more like:
“this guy knows how to spark my curiosity and make me want to know more about him.”

Most guys, the second they see even the smallest opening, turn the entire conversation sexual and then seem completely unable to move away from it. And honestly, that just makes you come across as desperate.

Anyway, I was partly inspired by a Spanish influencer who used to give men advice on dating apps by explaining what actually worked on her, and then she’d sell an ebook. I don’t have any ebook or anything like that, so I’m just telling you directly what worked best on me, in case you want to try it

I went to a swingers club with a guy I met on Tinder, David. I don’t know if they’re all like this, but this one had two areas, a regular bar open to everyone, and another area just for couples, where people were either naked or just wearing a towel.

The host showed us around and pointed out a small space separating both areas, with just some bars in between. She said something like:

“Couples or girls can come here if they like the idea of being watched by the men who come alone. Some just want to be watched… and others get closer to the bars so the men on the other side can touch them.”

I liked the idea, so later, already naked with a towel wrapped around me, I told David I wanted to go back.

When we got there, there were already two men waiting on the other side of the bars. They were much older, maybe around fifty-five or sixty. Not attractive at all… and still, I felt this sudden heat between my legs.

I really wanted to try it.

My hands were shaking as I untied the towel from the top and let it drop just enough to show my breasts. I still remember the way those men were looking at me.

Then I slowly turned around, letting the towel slide down my waist until it revealed my big, round ass. I spread my feet slightly to give them a better view.

I remember how quiet everything felt.

Finally, I turned back around and handed my towel to David.

I was completely naked. I just stood there, arms at my sides, letting them look at all of me. I remember how they looked at my shaved pussy.

Then David broke the silence and said to them, “Is there anything in particular you’d like to see better?”

One of them finally spoke. The guy, older but somehow even more nervous than me, said, “If you could bend over… and spread your ass.”

Fuck… that turned me on. And I did it.

I stepped a bit closer to the bars so they could see me up close, turned around, bent over, and used both hands to spread my ass.

I was showing my shaved asshole to two strangers almost thirty years older than me.

For the first time in my life, I felt like a slut. And I loved it.

Then one of the men asked, “Can we touch?”

I thought about it for like three seconds. I really wanted to, but I wasn’t sure if those men would be gentle enough touching a girl, so I said, “Yes, but only tits and ass.”

I moved closer to the bars, and the two men started touching my tits and my ass like they had never touched a woman before.

Then a third one showed up, a bit younger but not any more attractive, and asked, “Can I join?”

I said yes, but same rules.

And that’s when I closed my eyes to focus on everything I was feeling.

Up to six hands were all over my body at the same time. Touching my breasts, playing with my nipples, squeezing my ass, spreading it… One finger brushed against my asshole without going in. Another slid along the inside of my thighs, picking up all my wetness… my pussy was burning… I couldn’t take it anymore.

Suddenly, one of the men broke the silence again:

“Can I get myself off while I touch you?”

The idea turned me on. I was about to say yes. But in that moment, something else felt way more urgent, burning inside me.

David.

In the end, I said no, grabbed David’s hand, and we went off alone to the room next door.