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i don’t know where i remember reading this, but the words “my daddy issues is what keeps me from being a full lesbian” makes a bit too much sense…
because on the day to day, i’m only ever thinking of women romantically. but!
something about an older man with kink education, a soft voice, and touch to match? wires are getting crossed in my head and suddenly i’m questioning if maybe there is an odd and tainted exception…
whenever a hard limit slowly turns into a soft limit, i feel like i should be given head pats for succumbing to corruption and a life with more pleasure ^^
the depravity in my brain reaches a new level when all i can think about is being owned my an older couple…
it starting off as an unconventional friendship with the wife. she just thought i looked so cute being the counter at the cafe. and the way my features would scrunch up, how i bit my lip and stepped back to hold my chest whenever i got flustered with the amount of orders. it was just all too sweet and innocent…
so of course she started to come by more often. tipping more then needed, and staying behind for chats. it would became so in-betted in my everyday routine that I’d start to crave it. my days just weren’t complete if I didn’t work a shift to see my favorite regular.
eventually all our chatting would lead to mindless flirting. I mean, how could I not when such a friendly smile was thrown my way by such a stunning older woman. older woman were already my weakness, and you’d notice. you’d catch how I’d pay more attention to the milf while she ordered for her family. Or how my eyes would linger a bit lower when an older woman left. really, I was just making it too easy. and you were just too perfect to ignore.
so, why would I ever turn you down when you invited me over for one of those family dinners you’d spoken about. more time with my favorite regular…no, somehow you’d claimed your spot as my favorite person without me even noticing it. even when I had found myself ignoring the second car in the driveway, only focusing on how I’d get to see you…even then I hadn’t really just how control you had over me.
I just followed blindly, wholeheartedly, submissively into your dining room. I wasn’t much of a drinker, but as conversation flowed, I found myself reaching for my flute that seems to never run low. it was hard to even distinguish how far I had gone, when you were so receptive and lively in the conversation. it is just…i can’t think about anything but you. should that have been my sign to leave? or should it have been when I felt hands massaging my back, and never questioned to look up because your eyes had me.
i didn’t think about how i didn’t even get a hello out, but this man—i’d be damn to ask if he’s your husband. i wouldn’t want to know that. so I just nodded along to introductions. I am only focused on you and how your legs revealed from the slit of your ‘casual dress’ as you got up from your chair. I only focused on the feels of your hands on my skin as you guided my unstable legs up your stairs and towards your bedroom. Nevermind the footsteps behind us…all I could see was you…
me: *emotionally shut off to men because they always take advantage of my naivety*
also me: *has a corruption/grooming kink*
this is so real!! but luckily, it's opening my eyes to somno ><
Forever upset that I’m not one of those icky little girls who gets disgustingly horny and desperate when high out of my mind so some older man could take advantage of me.
Instead I just get giggle and wanna take a nap ;(