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something i wrote earlier today...some may not like it, but get over it. if u like it, please leave a comment...and if u don't like it....please leave a comment.
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DADDY’S BOI
As the last tendrils of smoke from my spent cigarette passes by my eyes, so does she.
Goofing off with her friends, she takes off her baseball cap and rubs a hand over her short, dyed-black hair. Replacing her hat to its place on her head, she and her friends shake hands. They enter the packed club, but she does not. Instead, she fishes around in her deep pockets and extracts a lighter and a packet of cigarettes.
She takes a cigarette and rests it between her thin lips. She attempts to light it, but no such luck. The lighter is tested a few more times then thrown away. “Fuck, man!” she shouts.
I chuckle and she sees me. “Dude,” she calls, “You got a light?” I walk over to her and hand her my Zippo.
She lights up and says, “Elvis. Cool.” A comment which is directed at the black silhouette of The King on my lighter. She passes the lighter back to me and I tuck it away into the pocket of my jeans.
She faces away from me for a moment to blow fresh smoke out into the air. I, naturally, take this opportunity to check her out.
Icy green eyes and clear, pale skin. Strong chin and jaw line. The inside of her right wrist sports a solid black tattoo of and ankh. Nice.
I step backwards to leave her and nearly trip over an undone shoelace. “Crap,” I mutter. Kneeling down, I tie up the laces. I can hear her laughing at me.
I begin to rise up, but she puts a hand on my shoulder, pushing me back down to my knees on the hard concrete. I squint up at her through the cigarette smoke and I see her wink at me. Her hand moves to her fly and button.
She undoes both and I smile at her knowingly. She reaches in, presenting to me her 6”, flesh-coloured hard- on.
She strokes a strong hand over my cheek and runs her fingers through my close-cropped hair. As she does this, she pushes my head closer to herself.
I take her into my mouth and suck hard. Licking and sucking. Pushing her faux part deeper into my mouth and harder against her clit. She moans quietly and blows the last of her cigarette down over me.
She pushes me away and tucks herself back into her cargos.
I smile at my submissive deed and get to my feet. I straighten out my clothes and look at her. She raises a pierced eyebrow at me and leans forward.
She whispers in my ear, “good job.” I stare at my feet. She lifts my chin with a finger and rubs my hair in a macho, masculine way. Much as a father would ruffle the hair of his son.
She leaves me now, entering the club to undoubtedly find her friends and tell them of the little bitch she just Daddied.
END
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DADDY’S BOI
As the last tendrils of smoke from my spent cigarette passes by my eyes, so does she.
Goofing off with her friends, she takes off her baseball cap and rubs a hand over her short, dyed-black hair. Replacing her hat to its place on her head, she and her friends shake hands. They enter the packed club, but she does not. Instead, she fishes around in her deep pockets and extracts a lighter and a packet of cigarettes.
She takes a cigarette and rests it between her thin lips. She attempts to light it, but no such luck. The lighter is tested a few more times then thrown away. “Fuck, man!” she shouts.
I chuckle and she sees me. “Dude,” she calls, “You got a light?” I walk over to her and hand her my Zippo.
She lights up and says, “Elvis. Cool.” A comment which is directed at the black silhouette of The King on my lighter. She passes the lighter back to me and I tuck it away into the pocket of my jeans.
She faces away from me for a moment to blow fresh smoke out into the air. I, naturally, take this opportunity to check her out.
Icy green eyes and clear, pale skin. Strong chin and jaw line. The inside of her right wrist sports a solid black tattoo of and ankh. Nice.
I step backwards to leave her and nearly trip over an undone shoelace. “Crap,” I mutter. Kneeling down, I tie up the laces. I can hear her laughing at me.
I begin to rise up, but she puts a hand on my shoulder, pushing me back down to my knees on the hard concrete. I squint up at her through the cigarette smoke and I see her wink at me. Her hand moves to her fly and button.
She undoes both and I smile at her knowingly. She reaches in, presenting to me her 6”, flesh-coloured hard- on.
She strokes a strong hand over my cheek and runs her fingers through my close-cropped hair. As she does this, she pushes my head closer to herself.
I take her into my mouth and suck hard. Licking and sucking. Pushing her faux part deeper into my mouth and harder against her clit. She moans quietly and blows the last of her cigarette down over me.
She pushes me away and tucks herself back into her cargos.
I smile at my submissive deed and get to my feet. I straighten out my clothes and look at her. She raises a pierced eyebrow at me and leans forward.
She whispers in my ear, “good job.” I stare at my feet. She lifts my chin with a finger and rubs my hair in a macho, masculine way. Much as a father would ruffle the hair of his son.
She leaves me now, entering the club to undoubtedly find her friends and tell them of the little bitch she just Daddied.
END