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needed. An indicator that I wasn't some incredible weirdo, that in spite of my strange, depraved fantasies – "I love you, Cait." That it was perfectly fine with him. "Maybe we can role-play it sometime?"
"It doesn't work like that. Part of what excites me about it is the fear, the adrenaline – that I'm at the mercy of a cruel stranger." I turned over and kissed him, dabbing his face with his own drying cum. "And I mean this in the nicest way possible: there's no one in the entire world I feel safer with than you. It'd be as comical as me bursting into laughter after calling you Daddy ."
"So it'd have to be someone else, then?" His eyes darted away.
I slapped his chest. "I'd never cheat on you. Never, ever. It's a stupid fantasy and it's never going to happen, and that's why I didn't want to share it."
"It's not stupid." He paused a moment. "It's not stupid at all."
I sighed and just enjoyed the overwhelming warmth of Daddy , his eternal care and lack of judgment for his little girl and her sick, depraved fantasies. With him, I could live without that ever happening, my dirty dreams a meaningless sacrifice.
***
It was a picture perfect Halloween night. A huge full moon hung in the sky creating a beautiful horizon for Roman and I to walk to our old high school friend's Halloween party.
A sort of pseudo-reunion. The school didn't officiate it in any capacity, but one of our more well-to-do friends sent out the invites and said he wanted to get everyone together. "I literally haven't seen Alec in years. Me and him used to be best buds, inseparable." Roman mused, his mask muffling his voice.
"Truly terrible. You have to settle for me as your eternal companion instead."
"Oh, it's different. I fuck you. Alec was pretty much a blood brother. I think we stabbed our fingers and did that when we were twelve. We haven't done that, have we?"
"Oh sure, we can do that, so I can be your blood sister and still call you Daddy. We'll be a horrendously fake inbred family." I shoved him as he walked. He wore this ridiculous wolf mask, along with some sort of early 2000s teenager get up. Baggy cargo pants, a Linkin Park t-shirt complete with that stupid chain that I'm glad went out of fashion. Just because he was going to visit high school friends didn't mean he had to dress like he was in high school.
"I guess we'll hold off, then. We've swapped enough fluids anyway to make up for it." He grinned, looking me over. Even with the mask, I could tell he liked what he was seeing. I was wearing a red hood with a cape that only went down to the center of my back, carrying a wicker basket filled with candies, and an innocent little white dress underneath it. We were going as Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf, to be as cheesy and lame as possible together. The kind of cheesy you love doing.
"Hey, Cait. You up for doing something daring?" Roman elbowed me in the side.
"What are you up to now?"
"A dark night under a full moon. We can cut some travel time off – if we cut through the forest." He grinned. I've been with him for three years now, and one thing about Roman is clear –- the man is an awful actor.
"I repeat, what are you up to?"
"Come on. Live a little. Let's relive Red Riding Hood's journey to poor old Grandma's. The Big Bad Wolf only has the best of intentions this time."
Even under the mask, I could tell his expression was full of crap. "Let's just go the normal route. I don't want to risk getting lost tonight and missing the party."
"What, are you, scared? I didn't know I was taking a walk with poultry in a hood."
I gazed down at the ground. "I'm not chicken, I just think it's pointless...”
"Live a little. What's life without some adventure?"
A shake of my head and I took the Big Bad Wolf's hand, abandoning the sidewalk for the thick brush of the forest. "If I break an ankle or something tripping over a
"It doesn't work like that. Part of what excites me about it is the fear, the adrenaline – that I'm at the mercy of a cruel stranger." I turned over and kissed him, dabbing his face with his own drying cum. "And I mean this in the nicest way possible: there's no one in the entire world I feel safer with than you. It'd be as comical as me bursting into laughter after calling you Daddy ."
"So it'd have to be someone else, then?" His eyes darted away.
I slapped his chest. "I'd never cheat on you. Never, ever. It's a stupid fantasy and it's never going to happen, and that's why I didn't want to share it."
"It's not stupid." He paused a moment. "It's not stupid at all."
I sighed and just enjoyed the overwhelming warmth of Daddy , his eternal care and lack of judgment for his little girl and her sick, depraved fantasies. With him, I could live without that ever happening, my dirty dreams a meaningless sacrifice.
***
It was a picture perfect Halloween night. A huge full moon hung in the sky creating a beautiful horizon for Roman and I to walk to our old high school friend's Halloween party.
A sort of pseudo-reunion. The school didn't officiate it in any capacity, but one of our more well-to-do friends sent out the invites and said he wanted to get everyone together. "I literally haven't seen Alec in years. Me and him used to be best buds, inseparable." Roman mused, his mask muffling his voice.
"Truly terrible. You have to settle for me as your eternal companion instead."
"Oh, it's different. I fuck you. Alec was pretty much a blood brother. I think we stabbed our fingers and did that when we were twelve. We haven't done that, have we?"
"Oh sure, we can do that, so I can be your blood sister and still call you Daddy. We'll be a horrendously fake inbred family." I shoved him as he walked. He wore this ridiculous wolf mask, along with some sort of early 2000s teenager get up. Baggy cargo pants, a Linkin Park t-shirt complete with that stupid chain that I'm glad went out of fashion. Just because he was going to visit high school friends didn't mean he had to dress like he was in high school.
"I guess we'll hold off, then. We've swapped enough fluids anyway to make up for it." He grinned, looking me over. Even with the mask, I could tell he liked what he was seeing. I was wearing a red hood with a cape that only went down to the center of my back, carrying a wicker basket filled with candies, and an innocent little white dress underneath it. We were going as Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf, to be as cheesy and lame as possible together. The kind of cheesy you love doing.
"Hey, Cait. You up for doing something daring?" Roman elbowed me in the side.
"What are you up to now?"
"A dark night under a full moon. We can cut some travel time off – if we cut through the forest." He grinned. I've been with him for three years now, and one thing about Roman is clear –- the man is an awful actor.
"I repeat, what are you up to?"
"Come on. Live a little. Let's relive Red Riding Hood's journey to poor old Grandma's. The Big Bad Wolf only has the best of intentions this time."
Even under the mask, I could tell his expression was full of crap. "Let's just go the normal route. I don't want to risk getting lost tonight and missing the party."
"What, are you, scared? I didn't know I was taking a walk with poultry in a hood."
I gazed down at the ground. "I'm not chicken, I just think it's pointless...”
"Live a little. What's life without some adventure?"
A shake of my head and I took the Big Bad Wolf's hand, abandoning the sidewalk for the thick brush of the forest. "If I break an ankle or something tripping over a
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