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In the early days, before we truly peeled back the layers of each other, his fascination with my past was almost insatiable. It wasn’t a judgmental interrogation, but a soft, probing quest for intimacy, as if understanding my pussy’s history was the key to understanding me.
“Your First boyfriend. What was his name?” he’d ask, his voice a low hum against my ear as we lay tangled in sheets, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. I told him, a name I hadn’t thought of in years. He listened, rapt. Then, “How old were you when you fucked him for the first time?” His eyes searched mine, not for shock value, but for the story behind the number.
his fascination with my past
He wanted to know everything. Why I’d first gotten into phone sex, what drew me to that particular kind of work, and the wildest, most uninhibited thing I’d ever done with a guy. I found myself revealing stories I hadn’t vocalized in years, tales of daring and desire, watching his face shift through a series of expressions—surprise, amusement, a growing heat in his gaze.
The conversation drifted, as it always did, back to the present, to the intricacies of my work. “You know,” I mused, a casual observation, “I do a lot of ‘Daddy’s girl’ calls. It’s a surprisingly popular dynamic.” The air thickened. He stopped his gentle caress. A sound escaped him then, a low, guttural moan that was unlike anything I’d heard from him before. It wasn’t the deep, approving rumble of a man ready to step into the role of “Daddy,” not the possessive growl of someone eager to claim that power. No. This moan was different. It was the sound of someone who wanted, more than anything, to be Daddy’s girl.
His myriad questions about my past, his intense curiosity about my experiences, suddenly clicked into place. This wasn’t just about knowing me; it was about finding a mirror, a guide, a possibility for himself. I turned to him, cupping his face in my hands. His eyes were wide, vulnerable, a silent plea for acceptance. “Oh, my love,” I whispered, our bodies now pressed close. “You want to be dressed up, don’t you? I can see it. Imagine, sweet silk against your skin, a pretty little bow in your hair. And then, we’ll bring you before Daddy, won’t we? All pretty and ready, just desperate to please him, with every single part of you, every hole, longing to be used and loved.”
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