A nameless faceless stranger is coming over right now as I write this. With every mile he gets closer I hate you more and more but feel myself coming back into my kink power. The power I lost when I was with you.
You said I “taught you everything you know” in BDSM. And you used what I taught you to explore with new people after you ghosted me for three months, with me in turmoil not sure what our relationship was going to be.
You miscalculated, daddy.
I am no longer your baby girl.
When we met, we collided in a beautiful and kinky way, full of freedom.
I still remember that day…
You bounded up my walkway with the swagger of an old-time Hollywood movie star, the kind who made it big in westerns as the hero. You were wearing a perfectly tailored grey suit, your thick Rolex peeking out from under your cuff. I stood there holding the door to my building, naked underneath my hot pink maxi dress (I hate wearing bras and panties), my body all cleaned, moisturized and perfumed, ready for my latest nooner. I really didn’t have time for this “new guy”, but you had texted me all the right things to manipulate this meeting, and you won a time slot.
Lucky you.
I had become a finely-tuned fucking machine with a penchant for kink, and I had the attention of countless men. You got the 1:00 p.m. to 1:45 p.m. time slot. (Weight loss tip: don’t eat lunch, just fuck your brains out. Easy peasy.) I think you were impressed because you complimented me on my dress. I had been complimented many times by guys but this one really struck me, mostly because you stated it almost as if you was surprised that I knew how to dress.
Aside from the pics you texted me of yourself (totally hot), the relevant texts that won you this tryst were, in no particular order:
1.you were dominant in the bedroom
2.you were close by and weren’t going to linger long (he had somewhere to be, thank God)
3.you seemed smart
In person, you were so cheerful and full of vim and vigor. Your energy was all forward motion, like a Tasmanian devil but without the spin. The minute I got you into my apartment, youwent for it.
THANK GOD.
I don’t like to think. And I don’t like small talk. And I like to be dominated. And you mandhandled me just right. Kudos to you, I thought.
None of this wishy-washy bullshit. I don’t want to be courted, I want to be well-fucked. And boy did you exceed my expectations.
You grabbed me and thrust me hard up against the front door. You were super strong and your body was muscular and extremely dense, as if your muscles weighed more than they looked. You were incredibly tactile, the way you moved your hands over my body and thrust the length of yours against mine. Your movements weren’t necessarily precise—more blunt and urgent. So hot.
You choked me (my fave) and lifted up the bottom of my dress to feel my wet pussy. You knew I was ready and you were gonna give it to me. You spun me around and threw me over the side of my couch, bending me over at just the right angle. Then you forced your cock into my wet hungry pussy and I let out a gasp. You pounded me so good my eyes were starting to roll back into my head. The speed with which you did it was notable. You reached down and grabbed my hair and arched my back, causing the angle of my pussy to perfectly take in your full shaft even deeper. You let out a slight grunt.
By the time we were done, we had been all over that couch and landed in a sweaty heap, reaching for our clothes, which were strewn all over.
“Nice to meet you. I’m B–.”you smiled and laughed cheerfully, your brown eyes were bright and shiny, full of mischief, like a little boy who faked his chores but got his ice cream anyway. I chuckled, feeling super girly all of a sudden. “I’m E–.”
Thus began a kink affair that would last nearly two years, full of friendship and romance and intimacy and tons of kinky adventures. I wish I could say I will miss you daddy…But you couldn’t even say you loved me…
Now the hot fet dude is here, full of muscles and cum. He is going to dominate me, cum on my face, manhandle me, choke me. And I am wearing your favorite lingerie. And I am going to be his baby girl now. At least for this hour. And my feelings for you will fade as my kink comes back.
I am never going to be your baby girl again.
