Author: darthducks

Picking Daisies: Part II [34M / 20F] (Dub Con / Fetishization) (Drugging)

And after I made sure to lock the door, so as not to arouse any suspicion from those coworkers of mine who lurk incessantly, I retreated slowly to my desk, having shown my sweet Sam tenderly into her seat. And when I (in such a professional manner) guided her down, I took special care to let my hand fall snugly around her shoulder, sending me into an ambitious giddiness, such as are dominoes when toppled.

And how defenseless I was when some strands of hair, doubtlessly having gone unaccounted for by my thoughtless princess in tying her hair up – in a rush to visit your humble narrator, brushed against my unworthy skin, delivering unexpected tingles through my arm! Oh, the drunkenness one feels in the presence of nature’s innocent creations, especially as the holder of the knowledge that those petals shall soon be plucked in ecstatic relishing.

Now having to think so devilishly through a dizzying head high brought on by my sweet flower, I did what came naturally – in order to afford myself some precious time to deliberate on my darling’s deflowering. Read more »

Picking Daisies: Part I [34M / 20F] [Slow Open] [Dub Con]

It was a walk I made daily. I’d stroll through the park, grass blowing gently with the summer winds of a tender afternoon in New York City. Often, I sported my tweed suit, an old-timey business cap, and an armful of bound papers. There existed a shorter commute. I could high-tail it down 36th and take the back alley out in front of the deli that constantly reeked of old pork loins and arrive at the patent office in about half the time.

It wasn’t the smell that deterred me. Nor was it the gross expediency and efficiency. Oh contrare, it was something truly magnetic that pulled me through the park each morning. My dutiful walk through the park was dedicated to the college girls who had made an early morning ritual out of practicing on the nearby sand courts.

Of course, for a man of my age and stature, it was certainly frowned upon, if not downright improper to make such an open display of observation of my sweet morning daisies. And, being the socially conscious gentleman that I am, I took care to implement the appropriate measures to remain perfectly inconspicuous; so as not to disturb the snouts of any old pigs lurking about. And what of my swaying daisies? Each was decorated differently and stirred this indecent man into fits of passion that neither drink nor drug could replicate. Read more »