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My offering. I wrote this before this thread started so it might be a bit long. If people like it I'll do more.

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The Truck Ride
Peter worked as a tattoo artist. He was single. He drove an old Ford 150, drank his coffee black and was a bit of a wild man. He liked to party. He was muscular and fit. He had a lovely smile. He was in his late 30’s. Every morning he went to his favorite coffee shop to get a large cup of dark roast drip coffee. He took it black. Elle worked at that shop and looked forward to Pete’s trip every morning. She liked that he drank cheap coffee but always left her a big tip. He teased her every morning with his silly pick-up lines. This morning he said. I’m no mathematician, but I’m pretty good with numbers. Tell you what, give me yours and watch what I can do with it.” She laughed at him as usual. When he got his cup of coffee it had this written on it. “732-2469 Elle” Pete thought to himself “wow that is quite a number!} How did she get that? He also thought “She sure is cute with her perky little tits, her amazing ass and that dazzling smile”. She often went without a bra because she really didn’t need one. He had seen her little nipples through her sweater on quite a few occasions. She had just turned 21 so he had never thought to ask her out. He was just teasing about getting her number.
After work Pete decided what the heck he would call Elle and see if she really wanted to go out with him. He dialed the number and it said “This number is not in service!” “Damn it she scammed me!” he thought with a laugh. “Of course she would not really have that number as her phone number!” The next morning Pete went for his coffee and Elle was there with a big grin on her face. “You didn’t call!” she said. “No tip for you” was his only reply. He put a five spot in her tip jar as he went to pick up his coffee. “Bye” Elle said with a little giggle. When Peter looked at his cup he saw E 723-5112 written on the side. He smiled.
He thought about her all day. Since she had written 2469 on the cup she must be a little more sexually adventurous than he first imagined. He called her right after work. After a little small talk he asked “Would you like to go out with me?” “I thought you would never ask” she responded. “What would you like to do?” Peter asked sincerely. “I’d like to go for a ride….. in your truck” Elle replied with a long pause after she said ride. She giggled. He swung by her apartment and picked her up. She looked very cute in her cardigan and a short skirt.
They got in his truck and started driving. They lived in a small town and were soon out away from everyone. Pete glanced over at Elle and his mouth fell open when he saw that she was slowly unbuttoning her cardigan. Elle saw him watching. “I’ve seen you looking at my breasts when you come to get your coffee so I thought I would show you want you have wanted to see!” Pete turned up a dirt road and stopped near some trees. He watched as Elle’s perfect, perky breasts came into view. She rubbed them and her nipples instantly firmed into two cute little pebble. “Want to touch them?” she asked with a smile. “Yes I do!” Peter said with a grin. “You are not at all what I imagined!” he added. “Yes I admit it. I am an exhibitionist. I have wanted you to see my breasts for a long time! I have been like this as long as I can remember. I just have not had much chance to show off in this little town.” Elle opined. “I noticed that you didn’t wear a bra very often. I loved seeing your nipples. I have always been attracted to women with smaller breasts!” They both became quiet as Pete reached out and touched her breasts. He pressed his hands flat against her chest and trapped both of her firm nipples between his middle two fingers. He squeezed and moved his hands around. Her breasts we soft warm and wonderful. She leaned her head back and let him have his way. He rolled her nipples with his fingers, he moved his fingers in circles around her orbs.
He leaned down and sucked one into his mouth. Elle gasped. She had her eyes closed and was not expecting a wet mouth and flicking tongue on her breasts. Her hands went to his head and she held him there. After he worked magic on each of her breasts he moved up and kissed her. He kissed her and pushed her sweater off of her arms. He kissed her passionately and deeply. She excited him. He had fantasized about her in the long hours of the tattoo shop. She reached over and pulled his shirt off. She ran her hands over his muscular chest. He was strong and in shape. She loved his tattoos. “Want to fuck me?” Elle giggled. “I love how you get right to the point honey!” Pete said with a hearty laugh. He unzipped his pants and pulled them off. He then pulled off his boxers. His impressive boner sprang up. Elle pulled off her short skirt. “No panties?” Pete asked with a big grin. “I told you I was an exhibitionist. Didn’t I? It looks like that pleases you” Elle said with her own laugh as she stared at his fat cock. She climbed up on the bench of the old Ford 150 and moved over onto his lap. She was dripping wet and when she lowered herself he slid right up inside of her. She started bouncing up and down on his thick cock. “God this feels so good. I have needed this for a long time” she thought as they fucked there on the seat of his truck.
He leaned down and sucked her breast into his mouth. The firm nipples felt amazing. “Spank me Daddy!” Elle moaned without even thinking. Peter swatted her left butt cheek and she moved even faster. He felt her get even wetter if that was possible. She moaned. “Oh gawd Daddy fuck me and spank me. I am gonna cum.” In a few seconds Elle grabbed his head pressed down on him so that he was fully inside and orgasmed. She came with a shudder and then another one. She came again and then again. He felt her thighs clench against him. This pushed him over the edge and he began to spurt deep up into her willing vagina. He came and came. “Oh Elle you don’t know how much I needed this!” he cried. “I think I do!” she answered.
“When can we do this again?” Peter asked with a smile. “How soon can you get it up Daddy?” She asked with a giggle.
 
Fantastic, both of you, JSG & ERM!

This was such a great idea for a thread! We are getting to read wonderful things from people we might not otherwise get to read. Good job everyone!
 
She had always hoped for a Daddy that loved to read. It wasn't a requirement, of course, but the idea of finding a man who loved words as much as she does was intoxicating. To be asked to read to him and to be read to ... these are the things she fantasized about. A romantic dinner could never complete with visiting a historic library. A dozen roses might bring a smile, but a worn, well read copy of his favorite novel would make her heart sing.

She smiled, thinking back to the day she found him. Even that first meeting was an exercise in power exchange. She'd been sifting through the "nickle table" at the used book store that Saturday morning. Even when the store was full, she was generally the only person who bothered with the tattered stacks. She reached for a sad little paperback, the cover long gone and the title page torn. He grabbed it at the same time. They both muttered apologies and both tugged on the book.

She glanced up then, truly surprised that he hadn't let go.

He looked ... angry. Her stubborn streak immediately flared in response.

"Excuse me, but I was here first. Kindly let go of my book." She felt an urge to stomp her foot, but managed to catch herself.

He grinned then, as if he found her absurd. "I will excuse your rude behavior this time, but mind your manners, girl. I am buying this book. If it is the price that you are worried about, I would be happy to buy you a newer copy. The store has many, I'm sure."

Her eyes narrowed as her ire grew. "Rude behavior? I don't know who you think you are, sir, but it is you who are being rude. A gentleman would have released the book immediately. And how DARE you assume I would let you buy anything for me!" She stomped her foot then, unable to control the impulse.

He growled. It was barely audible and only lasted a second, but she heard it and shivered in response. "Look here, little girl ...," he paused, trying to rein in his response to her. Suddenly curious he asked, "Why? There are other books here. Newer copies of this book. Why must you have this copy?"

She tilted her chin defiantly and simply whispered, "It's my favorite book."

He groaned then. She hadn't answered the question. At least, she hadn't given an answer that made any damn sense. "Again, why THIS copy? It's a classic and it's still in print. You could get any level of condition from slightly used to brand new. Why are you fighting me over this worthless copy with the cover missing? Just to be a brat about it?"

The change in her was instant and left him thinking, "Oh shit."

Her grip on the book tightened as she made her way around the table. He realized he'd instinctively taken a step back and silently cursed himself for it. He squared his shoulders and prepared for her assault.

She hadn't realized just how tall he was until she stood before him but it didn't sway her. She raised on tip toe as she glared at him, every few words punctuated with a poke in the chest as she said, "I want THIS copy because it is not worthless. I TOLD you it is my favorite book. No copy of it can be worthless because I treasure it. Now, I'm sure someone like you sees all of these "worthless" books as fuel for your fireplace or pages for art pieces and craft projects, but let me tell you something, mister, each of these books looks the way it does because someone loved it enough to read it again and again. These aren't just pages to be cut apart and glued to a box or stuck in a frame, these are adventures to be experienced. And THIS book is one of my favorites. I WILL have it. So you might as well let go because I will not allow you to treat something I care about so poorly."

Taking a step back, "And you haven't seen me be a BRAT. Choose your words carefully or you just might." She stomped her foot again.

He let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and began to chuckle. She looked ready to explode and opened her mouth to attack again but he quickly pressed a finger to her lips to silence her, taking control of the conversation.

"Hold on, babygirl, you've made some mighty big accusations about a man you do not know. I reached for the book to rescue it as well. I would hate to see even the worst copy torn apart for the sake of some silly notion you found on Pinterest. Classics such as this are a prime target for crafty little girls so I assumed that was your intent. I shouldn't have made such assumptions and for that I apologize, though at least my assumption makes sense. I cannot imagine what would make you think I spend my time cutting and pasting art projects." He chuckled again.

"Now, if you can assure me you will take proper care of it, I will gladly allow you to purchase the book." He tugged gently, pulling her closer as he leaned down to whisper against her ear, "And while I do enjoy the sassy set of your lips and the sparks in your eyes when you are angry, you will not address me as mister. That kind of thing will have you over Daddy's knee with a sore bottom. You'd best stick with Sir."

She looked at him again, the little creases at the corners of his eyes evidence that he smiles often, those same lines creating the perfect frame for the desire burning in his gaze. She opened her mouth again to speak but couldn't think of a thing to say as the blush spread across her cheeks.

He released the book and she instinctively whispered, "Thank you, Sir."

It was the first of many times a book would create sparks between them, though these days they usually found better ways to direct those passions.

Like today, when Daddy assigned her chapters to read then settled in between her thighs to test her focus ... with his tongue.

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Great story JSG. Thanks for writing it.
 
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Though they never really discussed labels or rules, it was understood that he was the boss. Particularly in the bedroom. He loved to push her physically and mentally, driving her pleasure and demanding her release again and again until she was completely spent. This was their way, so when he read her text ... "I need you. Now." ... he expected to find her in the bedroom waiting for him.

She was, technically, but sitting on the settee was not what he had in mind. He glanced at the bed, spotting the handcuffs dangling from the headboard, and smiled. Now THAT was more in line with his expectations.

She stood and walked over to the bed, waiting for his eyes to find her again.

"In the mood to let go tonight, sweetheart?" he asked with a grin.

"Not exactly. I'd like to try something new, if you're feeling adventurous," she said with a wicked grin.

"Oh? So you've planned more than just those cuffs?," he asked as he pulled off his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. "Tell me what you want, sexy, and it's yours."

Her grin turned even darker. "I was hoping you'd say that, love. But do you truly mean it?"

He hesitated then and asked, "Just what exactly do you want, sweetheart?"

Now it was her turn to hesitate, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she searched for the words to say what was on her mind.

He took a step toward her but her worried expression stopped him. "Baby, tell me what's on your mind. What are you afraid of? Afraid I'll say no?"

"Yes," she whispered.

He closed the distance between them then, taking her in his arms and holding her close. "Sweet girl, you don't need to be afraid or embarrassed with me. You can tell me ... what's on your mind?"

She pulled back a bit, looking up at him as she said, "I want to handcuff you tonight."

He chuckled and said, "Is that so. And just what do you plan to do with me? What is it you think I need to be handcuffed for?"

"I just want to ... ride you," was her simple reply.

"You can do that anytime, I don't need to be cuffed for that."

"I want to be in control, though. I want to set the pace. To ... make you wait."

Another chuckle as he said, "You've done that before, love. Without restraints. What is this really about?"

She sighed, certain she'd lost this battle already. "I just want to handcuff you. That's all."

"Tell me why," said in that tone that means he's no longer amused.

"Nevermind," is all she says as she pulls free and turns away from him.

"Hey," grabbing her arm and gently tugging her back against his chest, "what the hell is going on here? You want to cuff me? Is it that big a deal to you? Fuck, cuff me to the bed, I don't care. Just tell me what you're thinking. What is this about?" He was frustrated and clearly confused.

"It's not about anything, I just wanted to cuff you to the bed for once."

"Ok, fine. But why?"

She couldn't meet his gaze as she said, "because I know you would never let anyone else do it. You would never give anyone else that much control."

He didn't say a word, just turned and walked into the restroom.

Feeling defeated, she flopped onto the bed with a sigh.

From the doorway he said, "Now, how are you going to cuff me if you're sprawled across the middle of the bed?"

She quickly sprang to her feet, shocked and excited, as he winked at her and walked over to the bed. Completely nude.

"On my back, I'm assuming?"

She could only nod. He just grinned and crawled into position, reaching up and closing a cuff around one wrist.

"You'll have to get the other one, love ... and I'm all yours. Only yours."

She crawled on top of him, leaning down to kiss him. "That's all I wanted. All that I needed."

He laughed and said, "Good, then uncuff me so I can make you scream."

"No way, you're mine tonight. All mine."
 
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Though they never really discussed labels or rules, it was understood that he was the boss. Particularly in the bedroom. He loved to push her physically and mentally, driving her pleasure and demanding her release again and again until she was completely spent. This was their way, so when he read her text ... "I need you. Now." ... he expected to find her in the bedroom waiting for him.

She was, technically, but sitting on the settee was not what he had in mind. He glanced at the bed, spotting the handcuffs dangling from the headboard, and smiled. Now THAT was more in line with his expectations.

She stood and walked over to the bed, waiting for his eyes to find her again.

"In the mood to let go tonight, sweetheart?" he asked with a grin.

"Not exactly. I'd like to try something new, if you're feeling adventurous," she said with a wicked grin.

"Oh? So you've planned more than just those cuffs?," he asked as he pulled off his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. "Tell me what you want, sexy, and it's yours."

Her grin turned even darker. "I was hoping you'd say that, love. But do you truly mean it?"

He hesitated then and asked, "Just what exactly do you want, sweetheart?"

Now it was her turn to hesitate, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she searched for the words to say what was on her mind.

He took a step toward her but her worried expression stopped him. "Baby, tell me what's on your mind. What are you afraid of? Afraid I'll say no?"

"Yes," she whispered.

He closed the distance between them then, taking her in his arms and holding her close. "Sweet girl, you don't need to be afraid or embarrassed with me. You can tell me ... what's on your mind?"

She pulled back a bit, looking up at him as she said, "I want to handcuff you tonight."

He chuckled and said, "Is that so. And just what do you plan to do with me? What is it you think I need to be handcuffed for?"

"I just want to ... ride you," was her simple reply.

"You can do that anytime, I don't need to be cuffed for that."

"I want to be in control, though. I want to set the pace. To ... make you wait."

Another chuckle as he said, "You've done that before, love. Without restraints. What is this really about?"

She sighed, certain she'd lost this battle already. "I just want to handcuff you. That's all."

"Tell me why," said in that tone that means he's no longer amused.

"Nevermind," is all she says as she pulls free and turns away from him.

"Hey," grabbing her arm and gently tugging her back against his chest, "what the hell is going on here? You want to cuff me? Is it that big a deal to you? Fuck, cuff me to the bed, I don't care. Just tell me what you're thinking. What is this about?" He was frustrated and clearly confused.

"It's not about anything, I just wanted to cuff you to the bed for once."

"Ok, fine. But why?"

She couldn't meet his gaze as she said, "because I know you would never let anyone else do it. You would never give anyone else that much control."

He didn't say a word, just turned and walked into the restroom.

Feeling defeated, she flopped onto the bed with a sigh.

From the doorway he said, "Now, how are you going to cuff me if you're sprawled across the middle of the bed?"

She quickly sprang to her feet, shocked and excited, as he winked at her and walked over to the bed. Completely nude.

"On my back, I'm assuming?"

She could only nod. He just grinned and crawled into position, reaching up and closing a cuff around one wrist.

"You'll have to get the other one, love ... and I'm all yours. Only yours."

She crawled on top of him, leaning down to kiss him. "That's all I wanted. All that I needed."

He laughed and said, "Good, then uncuff me so I can make you scream."

"No way, you're mine tonight. All mine."

The “I want to handcuff you because you’d never let anybody else do it to you” part drove me wild.
 
Thank you. I got a little carried away with that one. :eek:

Nope, I think you took it just to the right point.

As someone who would much rather handcuff than be handcuffed, it takes a special level of trust and connection to open myself to her like in your scenario.

I thought it was fantastic and something I could personally connect with.
 
The “I want to handcuff you because you’d never let anybody else do it to you” part drove me wild.

Me too.
JSG this was excellent and I loved it.

This part right here at the end? I might have squeaked a little.

She crawled on top of him, leaning down to kiss him. "That's all I wanted. All that I needed."

He laughed and said, "Good, then uncuff me so I can make you scream."

"No way, you're mine tonight. All mine."
 
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Though they never really discussed labels or rules, it was understood that he was the boss. Particularly in the bedroom. He loved to push her physically and mentally, driving her pleasure and demanding her release again and again until she was completely spent. This was their way, so when he read her text ... "I need you. Now." ... he expected to find her in the bedroom waiting for him.

She was, technically, but sitting on the settee was not what he had in mind. He glanced at the bed, spotting the handcuffs dangling from the headboard, and smiled. Now THAT was more in line with his expectations.

She stood and walked over to the bed, waiting for his eyes to find her again.

"In the mood to let go tonight, sweetheart?" he asked with a grin.

"Not exactly. I'd like to try something new, if you're feeling adventurous," she said with a wicked grin.

"Oh? So you've planned more than just those cuffs?," he asked as he pulled off his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. "Tell me what you want, sexy, and it's yours."

Her grin turned even darker. "I was hoping you'd say that, love. But do you truly mean it?"

He hesitated then and asked, "Just what exactly do you want, sweetheart?"

Now it was her turn to hesitate, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she searched for the words to say what was on her mind.

He took a step toward her but her worried expression stopped him. "Baby, tell me what's on your mind. What are you afraid of? Afraid I'll say no?"

"Yes," she whispered.

He closed the distance between them then, taking her in his arms and holding her close. "Sweet girl, you don't need to be afraid or embarrassed with me. You can tell me ... what's on your mind?"

She pulled back a bit, looking up at him as she said, "I want to handcuff you tonight."

He chuckled and said, "Is that so. And just what do you plan to do with me? What is it you think I need to be handcuffed for?"

"I just want to ... ride you," was her simple reply.

"You can do that anytime, I don't need to be cuffed for that."

"I want to be in control, though. I want to set the pace. To ... make you wait."

Another chuckle as he said, "You've done that before, love. Without restraints. What is this really about?"

She sighed, certain she'd lost this battle already. "I just want to handcuff you. That's all."

"Tell me why," said in that tone that means he's no longer amused.

"Nevermind," is all she says as she pulls free and turns away from him.

"Hey," grabbing her arm and gently tugging her back against his chest, "what the hell is going on here? You want to cuff me? Is it that big a deal to you? Fuck, cuff me to the bed, I don't care. Just tell me what you're thinking. What is this about?" He was frustrated and clearly confused.

"It's not about anything, I just wanted to cuff you to the bed for once."

"Ok, fine. But why?"

She couldn't meet his gaze as she said, "because I know you would never let anyone else do it. You would never give anyone else that much control."

He didn't say a word, just turned and walked into the restroom.

Feeling defeated, she flopped onto the bed with a sigh.

From the doorway he said, "Now, how are you going to cuff me if you're sprawled across the middle of the bed?"

She quickly sprang to her feet, shocked and excited, as he winked at her and walked over to the bed. Completely nude.

"On my back, I'm assuming?"

She could only nod. He just grinned and crawled into position, reaching up and closing a cuff around one wrist.

"You'll have to get the other one, love ... and I'm all yours. Only yours."

She crawled on top of him, leaning down to kiss him. "That's all I wanted. All that I needed."

He laughed and said, "Good, then uncuff me so I can make you scream."

"No way, you're mine tonight. All mine."

Amazing story JSG.
Love it:heart:
 
Nope, I think you took it just to the right point.

As someone who would much rather handcuff than be handcuffed, it takes a special level of trust and connection to open myself to her like in your scenario.

I thought it was fantastic and something I could personally connect with.

Me too.
JSG this was excellent and I loved it.

This part right here at the end? I might have squeaked a little.

She crawled on top of him, leaning down to kiss him. "That's all I wanted. All that I needed."

He laughed and said, "Good, then uncuff me so I can make you scream."

"No way, you're mine tonight. All mine."

*seriously blushing* Thank you, both. I had fun writing it. :)

And can I just say that finding images to use is HARD! Well, maybe not for everyone, but 98% of the images on my tumblr violate the pic posting rules here. (And most of the tumblrs I follow are even worse.)
 
*seriously blushing* Thank you, both. I had fun writing it. :)

And can I just say that finding images to use is HARD! Well, maybe not for everyone, but 98% of the images on my tumblr violate the pic posting rules here. (And most of the tumblrs I follow are even worse.)

Steal some from mine. I'm pretty careful about what I post. The ones I like are a different story. *grins*
 
Excellent suggestion. And there goes the rest of my work day. *jumps down a tumblr rabbit hole*



Thanks, snexxer. And welcome to the Playground!

LOL I just envisioned you throwing your hand in the air in charge motion and yelling "TO TUMBLR!"
 
I'd waited all day for this, wanting his hands on my thighs. The uncovered space between the top of my stockings and my panties continually teased all day by the elements. Cool weather. A wooden classroom chair. My own hand.

When his lecture was finally over, I made my way to his office where I knew I would fine the relief I craved. The relief he knew he had been denying me all day.
 
I'd waited all day for this, wanting his hands on my thighs. The uncovered space between the top of my stockings and my panties continually teased all day by the elements. Cool weather. A wooden classroom chair. My own hand.

When his lecture was finally over, I made my way to his office where I knew I would fine the relief I craved. The relief he knew he had been denying me all day.

Oooooh, I love this! :heart:
 
He was working hard to get this contract completed on time when his phone beeped.

"Whatcha doin?" the text said

"Working hard baby" he replied

He got back to work. A couple of hours went by when another text arrived.

"Watcha doin?" Was on the screen again.

"Kitten, I need to complete this work before tomorrow, I'll contact you when I'm done!" Was his reply this time.

Work continued and around 4pm he realised he was going to need at least 5 more hours on this before he would be satisfied.

"Sorry, princess daddy is going to have to work late today, I'll make it up to you! X" he sent.

Almost immediately the reply came through "NO!"

Taking a breath he texted back "I have to complete this work otherwise the contract won't be ready on time. Sorry, remember though princess you don't say no to daddy!"

He just got settled back into working when the phone went again.

"Sorry daddy I wanted to surprise you when you got home. But If you are working late I will go to bed early." The text read. Seconds later an image came through.

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"I'll be home in 30 minutes" was his reply.
 
I'd waited all day for this, wanting his hands on my thighs. The uncovered space between the top of my stockings and my panties continually teased all day by the elements. Cool weather. A wooden classroom chair. My own hand.

When his lecture was finally over, I made my way to his office where I knew I would fine the relief I craved. The relief he knew he had been denying me all day.

I had a thing for a professor once in college. I avoided his office... because I didn't trust what I'd do or say. ;)
 
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