Ever since that moment happened during the middle of the night on a stormy Sunday late one summer, I still can’t help but constantly think about how wonderful and rough and steamy my sex session in the backseat of a black Cadillac with my daddy.
It all began on a stormy night, it was 12:30 am and I was wearing a cute mocha plaid jumper dress with a white Polo shirt underneath. I was quietly sneaking out of my room and out of the house through the squeaky screen door going into the patio and slowly opening the gate before running from the pouring rain holding my llama plushie, who I lovingly call my Llamie and my rose gold smartphone. In front of me was his Cadillac, the lights off but the radio still on, struggling my way through the muddy hill and getting in the backseat where he was, wearing a hoodie and Batman pajama bottoms. as soon as i sat down next to him, I held onto my llama as we kissed as he lightly touches my boobs, our tongues wrestling with each other, our lips becoming one, whiskers lightly tickling me. He tasted so sweet and of a gentle ocean breeze, rolling and crashing the waves and bursts of forbidden fruit growing from strange, unworldly trees.