XP from /r/SluttyConfessions
I woke up the next morning to a simple message: a phone number. Smiling, I ran through the events of the night prior and gently touched my neck where he had bitten. No bruise, but a sweet, dull ache that let me know I hadn’t dreamed it at all. Feeling suddenly shy, I texted the number given and waited to find out what Daddy had in mind next. “You’re amazing,” he told me. “Can’t wait to see you again.” We quickly made plans for the weekend. This time we’d be meeting at his place, and suddenly, the stakes seemed higher.
The drive to his place went by in a flash as I listened to music and wondered what might be in store for me. What would he want from me, and what would I be willing to give? How would I react to being with him the first time? The nerves got the best of me and I had to take some deep breaths before I called him to say I was almost there. As before, the hug dispelled my worries and the kiss said more than just hello.