We matched on Tinder. She had wide blue eyes, gorgeous auburn hair, a dusting of freckles on her pug nose. One thing led to another and we were snapchatting, flowing up that escalator of online interaction. We sexted back and forth, exchanged nudes and banter.
We decided to meet.
I’m sitting at the bar when she arrives. Our eyes meet, and before I know it I’m slipping my tongue into her mouth and pulling her to me. She leans into me, rubbing against my stiff cock. We make comfortable small talk for a while, nursing glasses of beer.
Her place isn’t far.
What she needed, she’d told me, was a Daddy with a strong hand. A Daddy who can both discipline and comfort, who will test and push her limits.
I oblige.
I pull off her gauzy shirt, pull down her lavender-colored panties. I put her over my knees, admiring her rosy, bubbly ass. I run my hands across it, making gooseflesh break out. I grab it with both hands, admiring how at once it’s both firm and bouncy. She shudders. I lean back and tell her that the safe word is “Red”. She nods, face down on the bed, squirming in my hands.