Your pretty little girl. [oral] [exhibitionism] [subF] [domM]

It was around midday by the time that I arrived at your house, hand curled up in a fist as I wrapped my knuckles against your front door. “Baby! Let me innnn!” I shouted happily, a wide grin on my face. The two of us had been occupied recently with work and what-not, so this was the first time I was able to visit you for nearly a few weeks. My eyes lit up in excitement as I saw the door open, but to my surprise it was your mother, “O-Oh! Emma!” I squeaked out, adjusting my skirt. It was your mother. Had you forgotten to warn me that she would be staying over? Nonetheless, I smiled, greeting her, “Hi ! He hadn’t told me that you’d be staying over. I’m not intruding am I?” I asked. At that, she smiled, shaking her head, “Not at all darling, please, come in!” At that I walked inside, taking my shoes off at the door and pulling up my thigh highs.

You’re ours. [rape-fetish] [breeding] [knife-play] [MMF]

My eyes trailed down to the ground anxiously, the loud sound of my footsteps echoing inside my head. The sun had set by now, so the only light I could see was the faint glow from the overhead street lamps, but this was a route I had taken many times before, so that wasn’t a problem. Mind foggy and jumbled, I teetered down the path, the smell of alcohol strong on my breath. “Hey doll, isn’t it a bit late for someone as pretty as yourself to be out? And all alone too..” Your voice was loud, booming inside my head. But I was none the wiser, and stopped, turning sloppily to look at you. Your features made my face heat up in excitement, legs squeezed tightly together in an attempt to dismiss the fuzzy feelings I could feel below. Was this just the alcohol? Surely it was.