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A
new face
Opening
this weird book
Her
ancient dream
My
momentary vision
A
memory kept inadequate
Okay.
It was always just a vision. Just an idea of what might be there. This girl,
from my past, keeps coming into my dreams. For too many years
now. So I tell her leave me alone, but the next night, there she is
again. I don’t know if it is truly her—if she has these dreams. She’s a lawyer
in
And
yes, I am a man. Romantic. A shit.
Welcome to this vision quest.
What
I did, not quite like that guy in Vertigo,
was advertise in the local weekly. They had opened a section for the more
unusual lifestyle personals. That seemed to be what I needed to have said. Here’s
the ad I ran:
Daddy
seeks 18+ little girl, thin, blonde, no tits at all for lifetime commitment in
bdsm ageplay relationship. Submissive, but rebellious.
Smart but into pain. Me? Pirate.
Intelligent. Polite. My Cock? Cruel. Insatiable.
A magic wand for the right darling daughter.
I
was surprised at the number of responses. Several. I
had thought there would be none at all. What did I know, eh? What did I ever
know? Particularly about the female.
The
First Time I Met Her
Was at a local restaurant. For lunch. It was one of those Chinese places that are just
above takeout, but think they are the shits. I was sitting at a table,
wondering how great an error I had made.
Then this girl appeared in the door. She was a tiny thing. Blonde. Thin. Wearing what appeared to be a catholic school
girl uniform. Her hair was done in two tight braids. She looked, from a
distance, like she might still be wearing braces. Even from across the room I
could see that she was beautiful in that narrow faced foxy little girl way. Her
skirt was pretty short and I could see marvelous thighs and kneesocks.
I
looked at her and realized she was looking at me. I was wearing my Peruvian
cowboy hat. Sort of a gaucho thing. Leather,
with a braided band. I nodded at her and the hostess could see we were
going to be together and she nodded her over to my table.
She
came right up to me and put her hand on my shoulder. “My but you are a handsome
man.” I smiled at her and put my arm around her bottom, drawing her close to
me, “and you are a pretty little girl. The question is, are you my pretty
little girl?” Her eyes were green, brilliant in the dim light. “Why don’t you
go ahead and see, I know you want to.” My boy jumped
in my jeans. I put my other hand on her knee and slid my fingers up her thigh,
slowly.
And
yes, she was bare, she was wet, and she was naked under that skirt. “Oh,” she
said when my fingers gently swiped along her nether lips. “gonna
need a drink, Daddy.” I grinned at her. “Sit my Darling Girl and we shall talk
a little.”
***
Well,
I guess you can tell right here that I wanted her bad. The truth was I hadn’t
had dirty sadistic Daddy/little girl sex in a long time. I was likely to make a
mistake, be led by the dick. I knew that. Yet I wanted to take this charming
little girl home and make her face wet with her tears and her pussy wet with
pain and pleasure. I just gave up at
that instant.
She
was telling me the usual, her name was Missy. She’d graduated from one of the
local high schools. She went to the junior college. She still lived at home,
but they didn’t have rules for her.
“Are
you really eighteen darling?” I had to ask. She looked
too real. She looked shy. “I know I look
young. But, well, here.” She fished out her drivers
license and sure enough she was twenty-two. Old enough to get
drunk. She went on to say she worked at one of the state agencies. It
was a capitol city so there was plenty of government money around.
We
were sitting next to each other in one of the booths. I had slid in and pulled
her to me after checking out her bare kitty. I had my arm around her and I put
my hand up her skirt, again. “Can I kiss you, princess?” She nodded yes. She
was shy though. Her lips were skinny, but red with lipstick. Her eyes were
decorated with a pale green shadow. When I kissed her she hesitated, then
opened her mouth and let my tongue come in. Like a good little girl.
After
we broke the kiss she said, “Don’t you want to know if I’m really titless?” She
grinned, self-effacingly. Her hand went to her uniform shirt, one of those
white peter pan collar ones and she flicked open first
one button, then two, then three. I was hard as a rock, sitting there. With her
shirt mostly unbuttoned she took my other hand and drew it into the gap and I
let my fingers slide over her bare chest, finding her nipple and pinching it
quite hard. She made a face but took it well. “What do you think? The girl who never grew up.” She laughed a little saying
this. I could just imagine
what she would look like naked.
As
if she could read my mind she started talking like she was eleven years old.
“Daddy can we go home and can I be naughty for you, Daddy? Will Daddy spank me
and make me cry?” She pouted for me and I pretty much came in my pants when she
put her small hand on my Boy.
She
could have been crazy, or stupid, or vacuous. She could have been some bimbo,
like Jessica Simpson. I didn’t really know her. But right now she seemed like
the perfect Jan Brady, ready, willing, and hungry for both my belt and my
raging Boy.
“Check
please,” I told the waitress who hadn’t done anything but bring us two beers.
The girl avoided looking too closely at the scene in front of her. This
charming little Miss did look like jailbait.
“I’m
gonna take you home and make you sorry you were born a girl. Is that what you
want?”
She
winked at me and kissed me again, while my hand still rubbed her hard nipple.
“I don’t think I’ll be a bit sorry. Just sore.”
***
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