toucantwotoo, Author at NSFW story

[FM] [F27,M51] My first time with daddy

Tuesday, April 27th, 2021

For u/ThrowAwayStowAweigh. Thank you.

I walked into the hotel at 5:30pm. He was coming down the sweeping staircase and when he heard the lobby door open he stopped and looked up, one foot on each step, his eyes locked on me. Daddy.

He knew what I would look like. I had sent him pictures and he had picked my outfit for the day. But, there was something different about seeing him standing there on the stairs. I was so nervous. He was lean with fine brown hair and a salt and pepper beard. He looked young for 51.

I walked over to him, wanting to give him a hug but not knowing what to do. I settled for an awkward nod as I said hello. When I got to him, he immediately turned us back up the stairs to his hotel room. I’m not going to lie, I was super freaked that I was going directly to the hotel room of a stranger without drinks, small talk, or anything else. Read more »

Interlude

When she falls apart, the tears streaming down her face, you take her in your arms for a brief consolatory hug— but when you let go she keeps holding on. There is a wet spot just above your collar bone where she has buried her nose in your shirt, and her arms are shaking as she clutches you. It’s the steadiest you’ve felt in years.

She finally starts to pull away only to stop and look at you. The tip of her cold, tear-streaked nose mere inches from your mouth. You lick your lips before you can stop yourself and her gaze flickers from your eyes to your mouth. She then looks off and down to one side, murmurs “thank you”, and turns and walks away. You shift uncomfortably, feeling the pressure of your jeans on your hardening cock and silently reprimanding yourself, “get it under control.”

You wonder if she knows. If she knows how you’d like to hold her still beneath you as you slowly press inside of her.

Daddy’s little girl [Taboo, MF]

[This is only fantasy and should be treated as such.]

Emilie was a daddy’s girl. Her and her father Grant had been on their own since her parents divorced when she was twelve. Her daddy got full custody and Emilie wouldn’t have it any other way. The two of them had always been close and when her mom moved out of state, Emilie found herself counting on her dad even more.

When it came time for Emilie to go to college, she applied to a couple of schools out of state as well as the state school in town. After being accepted at all three, she decided that she couldn’t leave her daddy all by herself. Nervous that her father would reject this idea, she brought it up to him as a way to save money. She told him she was planning to save money to get a car and start working, so she wanted to live at home for the first couple years at the local college. Thank god he gave her his blessing and Emilie got to keep her daddy company for a few more years.

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An open letter to you the day dreamer (personal, nonfiction, stream of consciousness)

Power and sex. What’s it to you? To me, it’s the weirdly unshakeable attraction I have to the idea of being used by a man twice my age. Thinking about this obsession makes me uncomfortably squirm and search for valid reasons for denial, but I feel my underwear becoming wet and slippery from the same degrading thought. What’s the deal with that anyhow…

Here’s what I know.

I like the idea of calling someone daddy and begging them to give me permission to cum.

I’m most attracted to the least attractive men. Potbelly, chicken legs, liver spots, slightly too long fingernails, you name it. The question is why. What makes me lust after the thought of an encounter with a man like that. Read more »

Getting filled by a stranger in the park [MF] [Nonfiction]

I’m wearing way too short jean shorts and a tank top with no bra. As I walk out the front door I grab my nipples with both hands and roll them outward with a twist. I almost groan. Not yet.

I head for the mailbox even though I know it’s empty. I walk out in front of it and spin so my ass is facing the busy street. I bend and lean over at the waist peering down into the mailbox, putting on a show for myself, knowing that whoever is driving by can see me. I linger as long as I can and then I close the mailbox and look at my front door, almost caving and going back home. Instead I take a deep breath and pull my shoulders back and stand up straight. I walk toward the park slowly and leisurely, loving the kiss of sunshine on my untouched skin. I’m self-conscious, with each step I feel the jiggle of my breasts and the fabric teasing my nipples. A soft breeze rustles through the trees and then whips some grass clippings around my ankles. I feel how wet I am when the cool air brushes against my crotch and my too tight jeans. I wonder if my shorts are visibly wet from the outside yet. I ache to touch myself, to go home and grab a vibrator and get myself off quick and dirty. To meet my needs and be over with it. No, I want to enjoy this. I want to luxuriate in my darker fantasies, embrace them and watch them come true. Read more »