She was his cholocate and He was her vanilla.
Welcome To Cali
After Sunny Isles, I tried to run. I was nervous. Undone. Overwhelmed by the pleasure and honestly, a little scared. But you don't let me. We spent the rest of that weekend open and cumming none stop. We ate dinner and creatively moved in sync in the bedroom and in the city. We had fun but we both know it had to end. But you promised me we would do it again.
Weeks go by with light touches, good conversation, and connection over the airwaves. Always with the the weight and experience of Sunny Isles on our hearts and permeating our minds. I start to pull away. I want more but I don't know how you';; view me. Am I just a play thing or do I matter? The low-key insecurities are in the back of my mind. I want more but I don't want to break the spell. I want to be under you again, And again.
"I have a business trip coming up and I'll be in L.A. next week"
I'm craving Daddy again. I keep imaging your hands all over me and my hands aren't getting the job done. I plan on flying into LA for a conference and I'll be doing it solo. So... I work up the courage to tell you. Secretly hoping, you'll lead and ask me if you can book a suite for us. I'm getting less nervous and more excited with the thought of you being inside of me again. I keep wondering if we'll 69 this time. Or if I can give you a massage this time, But I'm controlling myself. I have an oral fixation and keep licking my lips everytime I remember you stroking your last drops of cum from left to right while looking me in the eyes.
It's imprinted on me and I can't stop thinking about it. About us. About you deep inside of me. Just the thought is getting me wet again. It's shifting me into a soft and submissive state little by little everyday. I keep pleasuring myself and remembering the feel of your vanilla skin rubbing over my own. The sound of my moans with your voice and grunts calling me your naughty bitch over and over. We shift and move into naught talk on the call. You snap me back to your voice and out of my reverie.
We start talking about the moves we're making and I slip in that I'm bound for L.A. the following week. It's a 4-Day trip and I know it's going to be lonely if you're not there. I slowly but surely wait for the invitation but you don't make it. It's there, between us, The prospect of meeting up again. The unasked and unanswered questions. You wonder if I want you again. I wonder if my naughtiness is a turn off for you. I can't bare the thought of missing out so I am ask, with a soft voice and a glimmer of hope.
"Would you like to meet me there?"
You respond with "No, I don't want to meet you there." I'm instantly disappointed and before I can respond with "It's okay, maybe next time". You say "I want to fuck you there. Now, ask Daddy for what you really want." I instantly get wet and start breathing heavy. I obey quickly... "Daddy, please fuck me in L.A. next week?" You demand that I ask again, slowly. Again, I obay. But slowly. With hunger and softness in my voice... "Daddy, please fuck me in L.A. next week?"
You, respond with "That's better. Now, reframe with "may I" and ask Daddy exactly how you want to be fucked."
I start to moan over the phone and touch myself while asking "Daddy, may I have your big dick in my mouth next week?" You respond with encouraging affirmation that I'm Daddy's good girl. I'm rubbing my pussy and getting so wet. You tell me to keep going and I ask without delay "Daddy, mayI have your big dick grinding into my clit?" You're starting to touch yourself and stroke him up and down. I'm rubbing her faster and faster. You respond with "That's a good girl. That's Daddy's Naughty Bitch" I start to moan and you ask me... "You want Daddy's dick in your mouth". I respond with "Yes, Daddy. May I have please have your big dick in my mouth".
You respond with "Yes, you may" and I start to tip over. I love when you give me permission. You immediately tell me to stop touching myself and I start to whine and whimper. You're still talking naughty in my ear and telling me I'm a good little chocolate princess. But you are keeping me on the edge. Controlling the flow. Reminding me who is in control. I start to beg "Daddy, may I please cum?"
You respond with "Only if I can cum on your face next week. And all over your lips. And all over your pretty pussy". It's deeper and nastier than I've ever been and I want to cum so bad. I know this is a hostage situation. And I'm a willing victim. I respond with "Yes, Daddy. You can cum on my face, my lips, and my pussy". You moan "MMMMM. Good girl. Now, Yes: you may cum." I take myself over the edge while moaning "Yes, Daddy" over and over again. I'm shaking and moaning on the phone. You give me one final instruction:
"Don't you dare step foot in L.A. without brand fucking new lingerie and red 4-inch heels. I'll bring the collar and the chains". I'm falling asleep but I know better than to not respond. "Yes, Daddy, I will get the lingerie and heels right away." "That's a good girl. Now go to sleep, I'll fuck you next week."
