This is how I got into BDSM. I will change the ages as I was 16 years old and my master was a single father at the age of 42.
PLOT- It all started with a harmless chat for gay men. Some were seeking love, some were seeking friendship, buisness, roleplaying, etc...anything. Me, I was looking for someone to dominate me until I found him. Master Alan.
This was written as a short story although there is truth in the words. This happened to me with a wonderful friend of mine when we first met on another poetry site. This is my side of the story stating how I felt at the time. I know that One sided things are not good to write about but it is what it is and I wanted to share it.
We start our morning in a bed, end the night with a bed, cuddle with someone we love in a bed and snuggle the pillow when we cry in a bed... That is what a bed is for, for us...
But with Samantha, "The Bed" means to her more than just a bed like we do.