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jettcarver83
I’m fairly new too. Never had a Little or sub. Talked to a few, but nothing serious.
abbielittle
You still want to be my Daddy?
Abbie cringed after she sent the message. Maybe not the best thing to just say. But she had to know.
jettcarver83
If that’s what you want, I’d like to explore it with you. It never has to become sexual if you’re not comfortable with that. I’m fine being your Daddy in every other way.
That was sweet of him. She thought about it for a moment. Did she want it to be sexual? Maybe. She still didn’t know who he was or what he looked like. After she found that out, then she’d revisit the sexual thing. But for now, she was fine putting that on the back burner.
abbielittle
Can we pretend like the sexual stuff doesn’t exist for now? Revisit later?
jettcarver83
Of course, Abbie. Anything you want.
Those words should not make her feel all warm inside, but they did.
jettcarver83
Send me a list of your limits, both hard and soft, and I’ll send you a list of mine.
As that message came in, hers was sent to him at the same time.
abbielittle
Can I call you Daddy? And can I have a photo of you?
Stupid!
She should’ve waited. Why didn’t she wait? And why did she ask him those things? He was definitely going to think she was a creep now.
jettcarver83
If you’re comfortable with it, you can. Here’s a photo of me. Can I have one of you too?
Her mouth fell open at the man on her screen.
Of everything she’d been expecting, of every man her imagination could conjure up, this man was not it.
His black hair was cropped close to his head, his tanned skin covered in tattoos. He had a short black beard that covered his strong, square jaw. Some gray was peppering his temples, and he had a few lines on his forehead, but not enough to tell her his age. It was a photo of his reflection in a mirror, and she could see every inch of his hard, massive body. He looked ridiculously tall. And muscular. So muscular.
His light blue shirt was tight across his chest, and his arms were so big they looked like they were about to rip the shirt. He had to be tall. His hips were well above the bathroom counter he was standing in front of. When she looked in her mirror, she couldn’t even see her hips, she was so short.
Her stomach did a silly flip at the thought of them next to each other.
Or of her bent over in front of him, both of them looking at her in the mirror while he pounded into her from behind?—
Bad Abbie.
Stop thinking about him like that.
