You came over as his sl*t wife, but you left as my good girl. First date story.

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You know what I was just thinking about baby? I was thinking about how I love so much that all of the kinks and role plays and pet names and hot things that make sex with you so fucking enticing, special, and just hotter than all fuck, arose spontaneously. They weren't part of some prefabricated mold we had or self-conception that we needed to fit things into.

They're just, you know, the natural outgrowth of our beautiful dynamic, you know? I just feel like it's so common these days to come in the door with, you know, a set conception of exactly what an interaction has to be, which, you know, of course it's good to know what you want, to be comfortable expressing your desires, but at the end of the day, if the dynamic and energy between two people doesn't fit a thing, it's always gonna feel forced, right? Yeah.

Like what, uh, what was the deal with that dude that you were hooking up with when we first met? I mean, yeah, fill in the blanks for me if I'm, if I get it wrong, but didn't he send you, you know, he gave you like permission to come meet me? We met on Tinder and there was such a spark and such great chemistry that you came directly over, but he wanted a video of me coming on your face and you saying, I'm your dirty slut wife over here getting, uh, getting a facial from some other guy or whatever.

And which is hot, it is hot, you know, for sure it's hot, uh, if it's the right dynamic. You were kind of sheepish in the way you brought it up, which, you know, only having known you a short time, I still saw it was a little bit out of character because you were so comfortable talking about what you were into otherwise. So you know, and if I had sensed that it was really something that you wanted and that you were truly, you know, into, I would have obliged, no problem outside that's fucking hot provided, uh, just what you were looking for there, you know, that, uh, had the delightful opportunity to, uh, glaze that face with come several times since, but, you know, I just sensed that there was a, another level of reservation going on.

So I said, I'm going to take a gamble and said, that guy doesn't need to be the center of your universe. How about you just enjoy your evening with me? And if that's something that you're still, uh, enticed by on a second visit, then I will happily provide that.

Just tell him that you accidentally deleted it or something, if anything comes of it. And correct me if I'm wrong, but I am pretty sure that you never saw him again. Is that, yeah.

Not even one more time, right? Not even one more time. Shit.

And we've been at it ever since, huh? Yeah. I remember you told me before you ever even came over, you told me, uh, not to ask you to call me daddy because you said, oh, I got a bad taste in my mouth from this person I was hooking up with.

Same dude, right? Yeah. Fucking, you know, whatever.

Uh, um, I thought to myself, you know, that's fine because I've never asked anybody to call me shit. You know, I just take what comes my way naturally and it wasn't too long at all, you know, and I just had noted, you know, it's certainly not something I need, you know, and it wasn't too long before you were looking back at me all wide eyed, telling me I can't stop coming. And then, uh, I don't know if it was planned or spontaneous, but you hit me with a, uh, I love the way you fucked me, daddy.

And I thought to myself, yep, I knew that the, you know, words would likely follow, but I caught that vibe a little while ago, my sweet baby girl, and, you know, I just take so much more satisfaction out of the whole thing knowing that I never fucking asked you to call me that. You just picked up on the energy and said what was already the case, huh? Yeah, and I'm so honored to have your trust and respect in that way.

Yeah, you're a good fucking girl. Yeah, do you remember the first time that I told you you were a good fucking girl? It was the first time that we got together, that's right.

It was such an epic fucking encounter that sometimes it feels like it was a ways into our knowing each other, but no, just a couple hours into some absolutely epic sex. And, you know, I floated it a little bit earlier on, and you were laying on your back looking up at me, and just like so many times since then, you said, I can't stop coming. I'm coming over and over.

I can't stop coming. I didn't know I could come so much. And I said to you, oh, that's so good.

I like that so much. Thank you. Thank you for coming so much for me.

And I saw your eyes light up and, you know, just a look of absolute delight spread across your face. At which point I said, yeah, she's into the praise. She's gonna like being told she's a good girl.

And then we ended up on our sides. With your legs wrapped around me and me inside you. Very central for a first time in my experience.

Her nuzzling noses and kissing and that slow, deep, tightly held sex. And I looked at you in the eye and said, you are such a fucking good girl. And the look of absolute validation and recognition and appreciation that came over your face was so fucking adorable and so satisfying.

And it made me fucking cum. Straight up, yo. I mean, was I close before that? Not particularly.

I mean, it always feels so good. It's hard to say. No, I wasn't.

But let's just say I wasn't. Like, you know. Wasn't having to monitor, you know, how close we were to see if it was time yet, you know? I mean, as a dude, you know, you get that like sort of warning feeling, right? Where you're like, oh, stop and assess.

Are we ready to be done yet? Do I need to hold this off? We weren't in that area by any means.

But of course, the whole thing, just being inside you feels so fucking delightful no matter what. But yeah, as soon as I said that and saw your reaction, all of a sudden I felt that shiver of pleasure up my spine. Down my back.

Through my pelvis. I felt like my ball sack was fucking tingling and being tickled. And all of a sudden I was very much in that zone of, oh, shit.

Couple more strokes and we're gonna nut. Is it time? Or should we hold it off? Or should we hold it off? I mouth to you, I think I'm gonna cum.

Is that okay? Not that I need your approval necessarily. Well, I guess at that point it would have been a little presumptive to just finish inside you.

Yeah, condom or no, I don't know. Anyway, I digress. That's probably not the hottest, you know, seeking of clarification or precision ever.

But you know how I am. Anyway, what was I saying, baby? You got me all flustered now.

Yeah, I mouth to you. Is it okay if I cum now? And you said, yeah, definitely.

And I said to you again, oh, thank you, you're such a good girl. And the first two little spurts came out in soft throbs that, again, sent that shiver of pleasure up my spine. But the third one is where I really felt my fucking cock draw in and then fucking lurch forward as it shot out.

As big, sticky rope of cum. And I felt the fucking contraction of those muscles in my dick and my pelvis radiate outwards. Oh, it felt like a fucking fire hose inside you.

The fourth and fifth one, almost as fucking powerful. Oh, God. And then right around then, that fifth or sixth throb, I said to you again, you're such a fucking good girl.

God, you're such a good girl. And you whispered to me, I'm your good girl, daddy. I'm your good girl.

Oh. And hearing you say that, I thought I was done. But there's another couple pulses that just rolled out and seamlessly faded into the most relaxed, heaviest, most beautiful afterglow that lasted, I don't know, it seemed like hours as we lay there cuddling and just in a satisfied, sweaty heap of sexual bliss.

And I thought to myself, she's a keeper. She is a very good girl. Oh.

It's a good thing you didn't just go along with that sheepish directive, you know? Good thing you followed your intuition there at the beginning as far as other dude requests, you know? I'm not trying to change anybody's dynamic, but I think what's natural and in the flow will always take precedent.

Isn't that right, my sweet baby girl? Yeah. You never wanted to be his dirty slut wife anyway, did you? You wanted to be my good girl, right? Good girls can be slutty too, but.

.. I don't know. Yeah, it does feel a little bit more natural.

You know what feels all the way natural and right? Yeah, you're right. You're such a fucking good girl.

You're such a fucking good girl. I love you so much.