Having my mouth fucked-being tied up with rope, leather or being cuffed ( my hands or ankles) -being humiliated and degraded-dirty talking-being spank...d, paddled flogged, -nipple play ( I have nipple clamps ) -serving men who are fully dressed in leather -serving Dom Masculine Top Black Men/Daddy's/Sir's/Master's etc-riding men I have gotten really good at riding while wearing full leather-being fucked doggie style hard so my ass claps against your thighs while you pull back on my leash that's. I can smell your sex now as my fingers continue to stir your sweet nectar with expert handling of your pussy. Slower than you can stand I work my mouth down to replace my fingers. The smell of your sex is so very intoxicating and swirls in my nostrils like the last tendrils of a good hit of pot. I slide off the bed and pull your hips towards my face so I can focus all my oral talent on the prize before me. Slowly I lick my way around your lips, tracing them with my tongue being so very careful. ‘Do you like it?’ He asked as he opened the door with a grin. ‘I love it!’ I screamed and a hugged him. I loved the feel of his fingers grazing over my ribs when he parted. The lower level wasn’t partitioned at all so one could see the living room, kitchen and dining room in one glance as you entered the door. Upon the first story was a large balcony that spanned the house and led to the master bedroom and bathroom. I explored the cabin while he brought in the bags (he only had one while I. He was looking anywhere but at me.“Can we go somewhere else to talk, I feel… exposed here.”“Livy, I had promised Bethany a nice dinner and have reservations at Le Papilloon, would you like to join me?”He saw me looking down at my shoes. He lifted my chin with his forefinger and brought my gaze to his. “Please, Peanut?”“I think I could use a daddy date right now; I feel like shit.” I winced a bit at swearing in front of my father. Last time I did that, the 15-year-old version of me was grounded.