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I have a very rampant imagination.That imagination fuels my desires and lust like no Porn in Christendom can. The erotica I have penned has resulted in hours of self abuse based on just the images and words I conjured in my own noggin.
Luckily, I have a very adventurous partner.
The first fantasy I will share with you all is one I have taken a long time to come to terms with. I love…LOVE the idea of calling my perfect partner “Daddy” when he is having his way with me. Now, there are ways in which this word loses some of its inclinations. When I’m getting pounded from behind and can feel my eggs being practically scrambled, moaning the words, “Get it, Daddy” doesn’t have such a taboo contingent to it.
Yet, I like the taboo.
It makes me feel naughty, so let’s make it naughty.
I found the other day that since cutting my hair short, I have a tendency of looking like a high school girl, especially when I put a barrette across my bangs. So here is my plan:
Send “My Future Husband” to bed with a book.
Wait a few minutes while he gets comfortable in bed.
Barrette my hair, put on my cutest sleep wear (a tank top nighty, or short cotton shorts and a t-shirt) and head upstairs with my cell phone in hand.
Knock on ‘my Step-Dad’s’ door, enter texting away like an obnoxious teenager, approach the bed and say,
“Megan’s mom has to go out tomorrow night so I need to borrow the car to pick her up?” (Or something along the same lines)
In response, my ‘stepfather’ will certainly say, “No.”
Being a bitchy ‘teenager’, I will not take no for an answer.
“Is there anything I can do to change your mind?” As I kneel on the bed.
“Maybe.”
“If I suck your cock, can I have the car?” Straddle him and rub his chest as I speak.
“Maybe.”
“If I let you fuck me, can I have the car?” Then the piece de resistance, “Please, Daddy?”
“We’ll see.”
Then I get my ass handed to me like the naughty school girl I am, all the while dropping the “D” word and getting spanked while he calls me a ‘bad little girl’.
No one can tell me that isn’t sexy as hell. No one. God, I’m going to annihilate “My Future Husband” when I see him. God damn my mind is devious.
*To clarify, I am late twenties, “My Future Husband” is early thirties. We are both consenting adults with fertile imaginations and a desire to shag each other’s brains out without the dregs of routine. Don’t rain on my parade.
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