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Before I met Anna, I had only been in one relationship, and it hadn’t been a happy one. My first gf constantly talked me down to the extent i had to go to therapy years later. She was obsessively jealous of my friendships with women, and we barely had sex. Even when we did, it was at all times strictly vanilla, missionary, and over very quick. When we finally broke up, I had been dreading her leaving for years, but weirdly it came as a enormous liberation.

Despite being in pretty good shape – I run marathons for fun – and being (ahem) gifted length down there, I had no confidence in myself and was retrospectively, painfully awkward around women, especially if I liked them. Sexually, I was practically a virgin: I tried not to think about sex too much, and certainly not about what sexual desires I might have.

I had moved to Berlin a month before, and was just getting ready to sleep when I noticed I’d matched with someone nearby on tindr: a dark haired, curvy goth chick whose outfits were just this side of appropriate. Her name was Anna; she was a brazilian, studing art in the city. It turned out we liked the same music, so I hit her a pretty dorky message about one of our favourite bands (GY!BE) and amazingly she replied to my message. We hit it off, and arranged to get drinks later that week.

Things went well. Really well. It was probably one of the best nights of my life. Still is. We went from a bar to a gig to a wild warehouse party, and got home at about seven oclock the next morning (berlin nightlife ayo). I was woken up about midday by Anna’s pert little mouth playing with the tip of my erect penis, dark eyes locking with mine as she ran one delicate hand up all eight inches of my rock hard cock. We spent the whole of the next day in bed, our bodies entwined on Anna’s double mattress as we explored each other for hours on end. It wouldn’t be accurate to say we fucked that day: Anna fucked me, taking her time with me in positions I’d never heard of, riding me hard and fast, pushing my eager mouth onto her hard nipples as she bounced on my dick, a smile never leaving her face.

I finally left her apartment late the next night, totally spent. We started dating soon after. Under Anna’s supervision, I started to explore light kink, handcuffing her to my bed, being handcuffed myself. When she was confident she’d taught me what I needed to know to please her with my mouth and my cock, she introduced me to anal (a favourite of hers), roleplay, public sex. I’ll never forget the time we fucked for what seemed like hours on the Tempelhofer feld just after the sun set, her hands twisting in the grass as I thrust into her from behind, the danger of strangers seeing us fuck like animals making the whole thing only hotter. If work was busy and we couldn’t see each other till the weekend, she would forbid me from masturbating, demanding i save up my cum for her throat, pussy, or ass.

And it didn’t stop there. In many methods Anna was the opposite of my first gf. She was kind, caring, supportive, innovative (a really great artist, probably gonna hit the big time sooner rather than later) – and the kinkiest person I ever met. She had to gradually reveal that stuff to me, she explained later, because she was worried I would panic and leave if I realised what a freak she was. What neither of us had anticipated was what her corruption of me would unleash: how much of a freak I was deep down too.

BDSM, D/sub, sex clubs, group sex, r/gonewild: Anna introduced me to all her kinks. And I loved it. I went from someone who wondered dating was a way to get married, have kids and be happy ever after to asking Anna to open our relationship six months in (she was delighted). Under Anna’s tutelage I sucked my first cock, had my first threesome, fucked one of her best friends in front of her as she pleasured herself to climax. Anna taught me about safe sex, consensual kink; that I had a big cock but also how I should use it, and when I shouldn’t, edging me for hours as I lapped at her pussy. By the end of our relationship – we were together for three years, and parted on good terms – I was a completely different person. I was confident, happy, comfortable in my own skin: able to talk a girl out of her shell and into bed without difficulty. In some methods, my personality had done an 180 degree turn.

So had my sex drive. I went from being a shy, anxious, near-virgin who tried to avoid the topic to a poly kinky freak, someone with an insatiable sexual appetite, a near-three figure bodycount and a list of kinks a mile long. Anna corrupted me completely…and I’ll at all times be grateful for that. Posting here bc I was reminiscing about how much she transformed my life, and I was wondering if any other redditors had similar stories: partners that brought you out of your shell, initiated a sexual awakening in you, introduced you to kink, or just straight corrupted you into the filthy deviants yall are today 🙂

Happy to tell more stories if people are interested – chat and dms open.

NSFW: yes

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