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On a chill November night, I led a dominant man into the basement bedroom of my submissive’s three-story Victorian for an hour of loud, raunchy sex. That’s just the kind of thing you do when you’re a bad girl.
Outside of fucking, this man is a respectful intellectual who cares deeply about the world and the people in it. In bed, however, Dr Jekyll turns into Mr. Hyde — a greedy, pussy slaying villain who goes by the name of Daddy.
Let me tell you, Daddy brings some edgy sex. He’s damned demanding — growling at me in a raspy baritone to say filthy things, and he’s never satisfied.
“Tell me how good daddy’s black cock feels in that pink little pussy of yours!”
“God! Your cock feels so fucking good.”
“I said in your pink little pussy.”
“Fuck! Your cock feels so good in my pink little pussy.”
“Louder, Bitch.”
And so I say it louder, practically having to scream to satisfy him.
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The way Daddy throws me around is as raunchy as his vocabulary. I have memories of my thick hair straining at the pressure of his grip as he slid my mouth in rhythm around him. I have memories of the pale cream of the sheets spread out in front of me as his fingers gripped the back of my neck, of the way the soft fabric felt on my cheek. This last time, he even slapped me — four fingers going tap, tap, tap on my jawbone. It was just a little reminder of who was in charge. What can I say, I like to be manhandled from time to time.
But I’m also a brat who loves good banter, and this last time, I didn’t miss the opportunity to throw some attitude his way.
“You’ve been craving this pussy.” This said with a saucy look. “I see you watching my Instagram stories.”
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, you little slut.”
“You like it. You’re addicted.” Sitting astride him, I pressed a hand down onto his chest as I slid my perfect pink little pussy up and down on his lusty cock.
“You fucking need it,” I purred.
He bucked, tipping me onto my back. “I’ll show you who needs it.” He thrusted deep, pressing his weight into me. “You little cock hungry slut.”
And so it went back and forth — the play of power between the brat and the beast.
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When I was a good girl, I didn’t know how to let go and enjoy sex. Now that I’ve become a bad girl, I’m getting it all figured out. You see, knowing our bodies is something us bad girls get good at.
I’m better at communicating what I need. Just in case you’re curious, it’s you on your elbows over me, holding a steady missionary with a slow, deep stroke that rubs your low belly across my clit as you thrust. I’m under you, arms around your neck. My long thighs are up, and my cunt is arched up toward you. You can feel my warm breath on your neck as my moans slide into your ears. By all means, feel free to use that when you think about fucking me, because let’s be honest, you know you do.
This was the first time I gave Daddy a lesson on it, and I made sure to give him some very positive feedback when he did a good job.
“Fuck yes, just like that. Don’t stop.”
“Mmmph, if you want to make me cum, that’s just what you need to do.”
He was a quick learner. With just the right guidance, Daddy got just the right angle to give me just the right thrusts that ended up with my sweet little pussy getting just the right kind of release all over his cock. He came not long after.
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As soon as we finished, Daddy’s persona faded. We settled our sweaty bodies restfully onto the bed.
“That was really good sex.”
“Yeah, it was,” I agreed as my fingers dragged lazily across his freckled skin.
“Can I ask you—?” He started before stopping himself out of doubt.
“Go ahead.” I encouraged him.
“Do you think a person who feels a really intense connection with someone can just wake up one day and not feel it?”
“Are you talking about that girl you told me about last time?”
“Yeah.” His look was no longer one of dominance and power. He was just a man being vulnerable with his feelings.
We spent the next 10 minutes in deep conversation about love and loss, about heartache and letting go. I rubbed his back while holding space for the conversation and the feelings that flowed with it.
When we finished talking, he thanked me. I kissed him goodnight and went upstairs to snuggle up and fall asleep with my good little submissive. These are just the kinds of things you do when you’re a bad, bad girl.