A few months ago I had just gotten out of a relationship with my ex who had introduced me to BDSM. While it was clear we weren’t compatible, my memories of the new things she taught me stayed. I decided to explore it and signed up for a few kink-related sites online. At first I was too afraid to actually post or put myself out there. I’d just lurk and view posts by others.

Then one night I had just come back from a bad date and said screw it. I’ll put myself out there and make a post of my own. I wrote a short summary of my journey with BDSM and said I was looking for someone experienced to show me the ropes. I even attached a photo of myself with the face blurred. Then I clicked the post button and immediately signed out of the site. What did I just do? I felt nervous about it and decided not to check the site for a while.

After about a week my curiosity got the better of me and I logged back in to see just one message in my inbox. It was from a woman named Julia in Germany who apparently liked my post and wanted to get to know more about me. I won’t lie I had my guard up, but I went along with it out of curiosity. Well, turns out we had quite a bit in common and had a nice chat. Eventually she sent me her photo and her snap. She was a beautiful red head with brown eyes, and looked a little older than me. Her outfit was casual and not very revealing in the photo so it was hard to tell what her body was like. She was cute.

Once we moved off the site she got a bit more personal with me. I learned that she was studying to be a nurse and had been into the bdsm scene for a while. She also asked me which way I leaned and I said I have only been a dom to my ex, but I didn’t really know. Then she started asking me about all kinds of things I had never heard of before. I ended up doing some ‘research’ afterwards. This woman was clearly kinkier than I was, I was hooked.

Over the next month we would chat every few days. Sometimes just send memes or talk about our day, other times we’d share past sexual experiences or fantasies we had. The closer I got to her, the more our distance became a problem. I asked if she ever would want to meet me. She not only said yes, but said I could stay at her place if I wanted to see Germany. That night I booked myself a trip to Europe.

That brings us to today. I’m standing in the Munich airport looking for red hair that matched the one photo Julia gave me. The entire flight I had this mix of excitement and anxiety. I’ve never done anything like this before. I walk outside and that’s where I spot her. A tall woman with long red hair, wearing a wool coat is standing in front of me. She is stunning and also taller than I was expecting. She smiles at me.

“Hi, I’m Julia. You must be who I am looking for” she says with a smile in a subtle german accent.

“Nice to meet you” I say as she leans in and kisses my cheeks.

She helps me lift my bags into her tiny fiat car and we are off. The car ride is mostly silent. I’m so nervous I don’t know what to say. I just look at her and think about all the things we’ve talked about. All the kinky, depraved conversations. She glances over at me but stays silent. She seems just as nervous as I am. I feel a tension between us.

“So, how was your flight? You must be tired” she asks

“It was fine. I slept on the plane so I feel fine for now”

“good, when we get to my place you can take a shower if you like. Tomorrow I can show you around the town a bit.”

We pull up to a beautiful stone brick house that looks like it has some history. I bring my bags inside and Julia shows me the shower. It is basically just a tub with no curtain and a shower head at the top. Very old fashioned.

“Thank you, I’ll be right out.”

I take off my clothes and get under the water. It feels nice after the long flight. Then I hear the doornob and turn to look. The door swings open and Julia is there holding a folded towel. I’m standing completely naked under the shower in front of her.

“Oh, sorry. Here is a towel.” She says as she quickly puts the towel down and darts out the door.

I noticed her get one glance at me before the door shut. Did she do that on purpose? This is going to be an interesting first night. I finish up the shower, get dressed and meet her in the kitchen. Her coat is off and she is in a tight red dress.

“How was the shower?”

“Good, I feel much better now that I’m clean”

“Well let me show you your room”

She walks past me and grabs my hand. She pulls me past the bathroom down the hall. We pass a large pantry with what looks like a dog cage folded up, but she doesn’t seem to have any pets. Then we pass a closed door.

“What is this room?” I ask

“Oh I’ll show you that one later, come on” She says, grabbing my luggage.

She opens a door at the end of the hall to a very small room with a bed. I walk inside and she stands in the doorway.

“It’s a converted closet, but it should work fine, for now.” She says standing over me in the door way. Being this close to her I notice she is a lot taller than me. Maybe 3-4 inches. I set my luggage next to the bed and try to walk out, but she stops me. I look up at her.

“Excuse me” I say

She smiles at me and stays silent. I try to pass by her again but she extends her arm to the door frame. What is she doing? I look back up at her and we lock eyes. My heart starts pounding. She bends down and puts her hands on my chest. Then she pulls me close to her and kisses me on the lips. I feel her tongue slide inside me as we kiss. Her hands hold my cheeks and push me away. She moves her face next to my ear.

“Do you want to see my bedroom now?” She whispers. I nod.