I like to crank some tunes when I fuck. It setsĀ the mood, you know? And Frankie is a great song to fuck to.
Relax, donāt do it. When you want to cum. *1
āOh FUCK me Daddy! Yes, yes, yes fuckkkkkk me Daddyā¦ā
I pumped her harder and harder, both of us close. Having a woman call me āDaddyā was such a turn-on for me.
āCum in me Daddy! Fill me up oh gaawwwwdddd!ā
Her pussy clenched tightly on me. Her back arched as she thrashed around in full orgasmic ecstasy. The candlelight danced on her magnificent body, sweaty, just like mine. Christ, she was beautiful, and she would do anything I wanted her to, and probably even things I wasnāt sure I wanted her to do.
I let loose, my dam bursting inside her, filling her tunnel with hot jets of semenā¦ I felt fantasticā¦ we were as oneā¦ our bodies floating together in that high you only get when two people connect at such a deep lev--
āHey, um, you got any tissues? I hate when that shit leaks out of me.ā
I pointed to the nightstand and rolled off her so she could run to the bathroom, her hand cupping her sex so it wouldnāt drip. Hmmm...
I sat up and leaned back against the headboard. I think she had five orgasms? Maybe six? I do like when a woman knows how to cum. Iāve had a couple that didnāt and boy, does that get awkward. Like, I guess we just fuck until Iām done? Well, not tonight, thank God.
The toilet flushed and she leaped back into the bed, snuggling naked against my chest. Her fingers twirled around in my chest hair. āReady for round eight?ā
I chuckled. āEight? I thought it was six!ā I reached down to cup her pussy. It was a tad dry as she had just wiped, but I knew she could make a comeback. āLet me see if thereās one more in thereā¦ you raunchy little bitchā¦ yeah there we areā¦ thereās the juice for Daddyā¦ uh huhā¦ rub those slutty tits into my chest and fuck my hand like the slut you areā¦ thatās a good babygirlā¦ mmhmmā¦ you feel those fingers inside you... show me how slutty you are for daddyā¦ you fucking whoreā¦ yessss, I feel you climbingā¦ get there while I rub your filthy cunt.ā
āShitttt!ā she screamed as she came on my hand, drenching it. I wiped it on her face, messing her up for the, what was it? Oh yeah, eighth time. She collapsed on me, maybe she passed out, I wasnāt sure.
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Well, I been havin' a little trouble lord, But I'm keepin' it together yeah.
My baby just walked out the door, She said this time forever *2
Why that song came on, I donāt know. I turned up the volume on my random playlist and she roused from her sex stupor. āOh, nineties tunes, I love them!ā
Hm, yeah. Missed it by twenty years, but whoās counting. But you know that song, donāt you?
āHave you ever heard of Bad Company? TheĀ Eagles?ā I ventured. āHotel California?ā
āUm, I think my dad liked them orā¦ like, something. They were good, right?ā
We talked a little more about music, what she liked, which was mostly crap. Why donāt people like songs that have lyrics in them anymore? But Christ, the randomizer was really fucking up me tonight as I heard this next:
All I've got is a photograph
And I realize you're not coming back anymore *3
Christ, the photos I have of you. I canāt delete them. I should.
We had a song. I sang it to you many times, even when you werenāt there.Ā Someday when Iām lonely, wishing you werenāt so far away, then I will remember things we said today *4.
I remember the things we said that day. Donāt you? You were there, just like I am now with whatās-her-face, your face buried in my chest fur. My eyes became wet at the memory.
ā... donāt you think?ā
Rainie was talking. Or, was it, Blaney? I canāt remember all these new names. Half of them donāt even sound like girls' namesĀ anymore.Ā Maybe if I dated people my age with normal names I could remember them. But a lot of girls out there want a Daddy, soā
āLike, are you even listening?ā
āIām sorry, babygirl. What was that? I was daydreaming about you.ā
āLolz, yeah right! Wait, are youā¦Ā crying?ā
I wiped my eyes. Did she actuallyĀ sayĀ ālolzā? She talked in textspeak.Ā She was/is without a doubt the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, let alone slept with. She had fuller hips and bigger tits than you, and even her hair was softer than yours.
And she was really into me. I mean, we only knew each other for about five hours now, but this could go for a few months before the inevitableĀ implosion. You and I went three and a half years. I was ready to go the distance with you. You said you were, too.
It doesnāt matter.
The next song came on, and I lost it. I covered my face in shame as Ainsley gathered her stuff and dressed hurriedly, calling me a few choice names.
Every time I think of you, I always catch my breath. *5
Iāve tried. I really have tried to forget you.
I get out. I see people. I go to work. I do things. I havenāt collapsedā¦ well okay, it was a short collapse, but I do believe Iām feeling stronger every day.
Itās been seven months, Iām good now. Solid as a rock.
I aināt missing you (No matter what, my friends say)
I aināt missing you at all
Yeah, no.
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