Suckulent's Blog

I just got done with a younger man... and he was marvelous except... he insisted on being called "addy."

Now, granted... he does have a daughter, but I'm not stupid enough to think that his kink necessarily crosses over into real life.

Or maybe it will... with her babysitters and what not... doesn't matter I don't judge.

Just gotta say though... it was both odd and fun for this younger man to be so serious in his fucking when I called him Daddy.

His cock would get super hard and my hips deliciously collided into his... It was wonderful.

Alas, as long we fucked all was well, but once we were done.

Yeah...not so much.

He seemed angry or at least definitely annoyed with me for indulging him his fantasy.

I think. We really hit it off online, but in real life...again... not so much.

Hence, his fantasy wasn't a turn off for me.

I think maybe me knowing for reals about his kink was his problem or maybe I'm thinking too much. All I know is that once reality set in... it got fucked up.

Maybe he thought I was a dirty little slut for fucking him and indulging him even though we'd phone sexed and teased each other with images and words.

What is that?

To be creeped out by your own sexuality?

I'd have happily worn pigtails and greedily alternately sucked a lollipop next to the pulsing head of that delicious cock.

Maybe the reality of me didn't compare with the fantasy?

Oh, well, to each his/her own.

It was fun while it lasted... i was the best bad/good girl for a while.

Sometimes a fantasy is all you need.