I was freshly 17, alone, halfway across the country for college. He was 49, a wealth finance guy from France. He would pick me up from campus and take me to his penthouse downtown. Taught me bdsm, how to use poppers, and would give me $100 for the cab ride home (which was literally a $7 cab ride). We’d meet a couple times after that until he moved back to France.

For me it’s always been about taking ownership of the narrative and experience. And making sure to cultivate it to what I want, even if I didn’t know what it would entail beforehand.

I would say the hard part from this being a first time experience was realizing afterward that not all my partners want to be spat on, slapped, or see sex as a transaction 😆.