He was Italian, tall, very handsome, and much older. We met online. Casual dates turned to romantic rendezvous, and eventually my being declared his little girl slut. I liked being his slut. It was a first for me, and it was intoxicating and exciting. Daddy had needs, dark needs that needed fulfillment whenever he was around, and I was all too eager to please him. I hated to be punished, so whatever he wanted I did it.
His cock when solid is the most knee weakening site. Solid, 8" uncut white meat, always oozing precum. I worshiped his cock. I gagged on it every change I got, and welcumed hi Continue»

It was late. 2:00am late, and I just could not sl**p. The day had been long, and as it appears so will the night. I know I shouldn't be thinking about him, but I just could not help it. Every time my eyes closed, I could see him, as clear as day. The smooth chocolate skin, lips that beg to be kissed, his slim tall physique that leaves a girl's imagination wondering what lies beneath. I longed to taste him, all of him. Exploring each part of him, no rush, skin to skin. Was I crazy? He belonged to someone else, yet he tempted both my days and nights. I am in lust.

I turn on my stomach trying Continue»