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cookiecat
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I'm sitting here, alone. It's really cold in my bedroom. Feeling melancholy and fucking needy - not a good combination.
Thinking about his cock and our second date. We were supposed to go out to dinner. I went to his place. The first date was sweet. Romantic. We held hands, he kept touching me throughout the night - in just the right way, nothing too Dommy-dom or overbearing. We kissed goodnight and he left me at the doorstep.
When he called the next day and asked me to dinner that night, I said FUCK YES. Well. I said that in my head. I said yes. So I knock on the door. He hollers come on in. He's in the kitchen, cutting up carrots. I remember this detail because he was cutting them like a wizard top chef, all fast and choppy. It occurred to me he was either a good cook or might murder me with that sharp knife.
He asked if it was ok we ate at his place. He said he was a great cook. Naturally, I was instantly wet because it was like he read my mind. Mostly wet because I do not cook and somehow - at that moment - that was really arousing. My pussy took over my brain because the murdery part of my thoughts disappeared.
We sat for a while talking about everything and nothing. This next part is a little hazy, not like the carrot memory. His big hands were holding my wrists. Very light, very gentle. It felt amazingly erotic. He leaned in and kissed me - again, light and gentle. My pussy and my brain are now in sync, screaming fuck me take me bite me throw me on the ground and pee on me. But I barely kiss him back, like our mouths are just barely touching. His tongue is tracing my bottom lip.
Let's just say there was that moment and a few others inbetween and the next thing that is really vivid is him leading me to his bedroom. He sits me on the bed and tells me to lay back. He pulls up my sweater and my bra so it's all bunched up under my neck. Kind of awkward and hot at the same time. Tits exposed. The only part of me exposed.
He doesn't touch me. Instead, he takes my legs and turns me around on the bed. Uhh - what? What? He puts his fingers in my mouth and tells me to be quiet. I remember my eyebrows being all squinched up, like WHAT THE FUCK when he took his fingers out of my mouth, moved his hands to my tits and pushed me to the end of the bed so my head was hanging off the bed.
Murdery thoughts were creeping back in.
He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock.
His cock. God. He rubbed it all over my face. Mouth first. Then my eyes. Cheeks. Forehead. It felt good. He told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. He placed his cock on my tongue and just held it there. The weight of his fucking hard cock just there. Still.
He leaned over and started rolling my nipples in his fingers. Again, very light. Gentle. He told me to stay still. He pushed his cock into my mouth. I felt it slide so slowly against my tongue. In. Slow. Back out, slow. His fingers on my nipples.
He held on to my breasts and started fucking my mouth just a little faster. Deeper. I can't see anything but his balls. I start to choke around his cock. He tells me to slow down, just swallow - try not to choke. See how much of Daddy's cock you can take, he said in a really quiet voice.
I still had on jeans. I reached down to rub my pussy through the jeans and he said no. No - you do not touch unless I tell you to. Hold your tits up, baby girl. Hold your tits up for Daddy.
He was methodical in the way he fucked my mouth. Faster and deeper but steady. I'm holding up my tits, squishing them together. I remember thinking I hope I'm holding them up just right, I hope he likes them.
At one point, he turned around and straddled my head. My lust addled brain snapped out of it and again was thinking what the fuck??? What now? He started rubbing his ass crack on my face. Holy holy holy fuck. Really? What? He plopped his balls on my face. I couldn't really breathe. Show Daddy how much you want him, he said.
I let go of my tits and reached up to put my hands on his hips. I needed balance or control or something to calm me down. Something to keep him from smothering me with his balls. Put your hands back, babygirl. Keep your hands on Daddy's tits. Show Daddy you're a good girl. Show Daddy you trust him.
As he rubbed his ass and balls on my face and I tried to keep up, lapping at him like a puppy, holding on to my tits because I was going to be an obedient, ass-lapping, ball worshiping good girl. I wet my jeans right then. It's the only time I've ever cum without touching my pussy. I started to cum and started to cry.
He turned around to figure out what I was up to. Oh! Oh! Baby, baby girl... he kind of laughed and got crazy turned on as this wet spot spread on my jeans and I'm doing the ugly-cry, cumming face. He was stroking his cock. He said open your eyes baby girl, watch me cum. Watch me cum on your face and know this is what you've done to me.
I like these memories. I need them. Need to hang on to him, his cock, his quiet, fucking amazing patient way of making me crazy happy, horny and his.
Thinking about his cock and our second date. We were supposed to go out to dinner. I went to his place. The first date was sweet. Romantic. We held hands, he kept touching me throughout the night - in just the right way, nothing too Dommy-dom or overbearing. We kissed goodnight and he left me at the doorstep.
When he called the next day and asked me to dinner that night, I said FUCK YES. Well. I said that in my head. I said yes. So I knock on the door. He hollers come on in. He's in the kitchen, cutting up carrots. I remember this detail because he was cutting them like a wizard top chef, all fast and choppy. It occurred to me he was either a good cook or might murder me with that sharp knife.
He asked if it was ok we ate at his place. He said he was a great cook. Naturally, I was instantly wet because it was like he read my mind. Mostly wet because I do not cook and somehow - at that moment - that was really arousing. My pussy took over my brain because the murdery part of my thoughts disappeared.
We sat for a while talking about everything and nothing. This next part is a little hazy, not like the carrot memory. His big hands were holding my wrists. Very light, very gentle. It felt amazingly erotic. He leaned in and kissed me - again, light and gentle. My pussy and my brain are now in sync, screaming fuck me take me bite me throw me on the ground and pee on me. But I barely kiss him back, like our mouths are just barely touching. His tongue is tracing my bottom lip.
Let's just say there was that moment and a few others inbetween and the next thing that is really vivid is him leading me to his bedroom. He sits me on the bed and tells me to lay back. He pulls up my sweater and my bra so it's all bunched up under my neck. Kind of awkward and hot at the same time. Tits exposed. The only part of me exposed.
He doesn't touch me. Instead, he takes my legs and turns me around on the bed. Uhh - what? What? He puts his fingers in my mouth and tells me to be quiet. I remember my eyebrows being all squinched up, like WHAT THE FUCK when he took his fingers out of my mouth, moved his hands to my tits and pushed me to the end of the bed so my head was hanging off the bed.
Murdery thoughts were creeping back in.
He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock.
His cock. God. He rubbed it all over my face. Mouth first. Then my eyes. Cheeks. Forehead. It felt good. He told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. He placed his cock on my tongue and just held it there. The weight of his fucking hard cock just there. Still.
He leaned over and started rolling my nipples in his fingers. Again, very light. Gentle. He told me to stay still. He pushed his cock into my mouth. I felt it slide so slowly against my tongue. In. Slow. Back out, slow. His fingers on my nipples.
He held on to my breasts and started fucking my mouth just a little faster. Deeper. I can't see anything but his balls. I start to choke around his cock. He tells me to slow down, just swallow - try not to choke. See how much of Daddy's cock you can take, he said in a really quiet voice.
I still had on jeans. I reached down to rub my pussy through the jeans and he said no. No - you do not touch unless I tell you to. Hold your tits up, baby girl. Hold your tits up for Daddy.
He was methodical in the way he fucked my mouth. Faster and deeper but steady. I'm holding up my tits, squishing them together. I remember thinking I hope I'm holding them up just right, I hope he likes them.
At one point, he turned around and straddled my head. My lust addled brain snapped out of it and again was thinking what the fuck??? What now? He started rubbing his ass crack on my face. Holy holy holy fuck. Really? What? He plopped his balls on my face. I couldn't really breathe. Show Daddy how much you want him, he said.
I let go of my tits and reached up to put my hands on his hips. I needed balance or control or something to calm me down. Something to keep him from smothering me with his balls. Put your hands back, babygirl. Keep your hands on Daddy's tits. Show Daddy you're a good girl. Show Daddy you trust him.
As he rubbed his ass and balls on my face and I tried to keep up, lapping at him like a puppy, holding on to my tits because I was going to be an obedient, ass-lapping, ball worshiping good girl. I wet my jeans right then. It's the only time I've ever cum without touching my pussy. I started to cum and started to cry.
He turned around to figure out what I was up to. Oh! Oh! Baby, baby girl... he kind of laughed and got crazy turned on as this wet spot spread on my jeans and I'm doing the ugly-cry, cumming face. He was stroking his cock. He said open your eyes baby girl, watch me cum. Watch me cum on your face and know this is what you've done to me.
I like these memories. I need them. Need to hang on to him, his cock, his quiet, fucking amazing patient way of making me crazy happy, horny and his.
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that brought tears to my eyes, it just screams love and passion and the sun, moon and stars all mashed together..
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Ohhhh cookie.
Hot...and tears over here, myself.
Thank you.
I love you.
Hot...and tears over here, myself.
Thank you.
I love you.
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@cookie, strong, hot, good stuff. Thank you for spilling your mind, sharing, giving.
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La damnee elle la licorne
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I don't think a single one of us has ever made it a secret that we all know that what you and Mr. C have is terribly special and admirable. If not in terms of physicality, then in terms of raw emotion and straight up affection. It only becomes more apparent, every time you share Cookie, how fucking great you two are together 
Thank you for this, and there's nothing ugly about that " cry ". It's one of the best things you can give, means the fucking world, and I'm sure he remembers it. There's no way he couldn't
Thank you for this, and there's nothing ugly about that " cry ". It's one of the best things you can give, means the fucking world, and I'm sure he remembers it. There's no way he couldn't
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Hey there stranger, good to see you.
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*tears for cookie*
That was beautiful, Darlin'.
That was beautiful, Darlin'.
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Oh, you know me podna, I don't miss a day.
Best I've had in years actually, minimal here too, I'll tell ya all about it later on when Far and I drag you into the drunk thread and take your keys away
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Oh, you know me podna, I don't miss a day.
Best I've had in years actually, minimal here too, I'll tell ya all about it later on when Far and I drag you into the drunk thread and take your keys away
Making a store run this afternoon. I'll be looking for a smooth scotch.
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* Lifts your keys and twirls them *
You're not exempt, Cutey
I don't drink scotch.
I only like good things in my mouth.
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*takes your keys*
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