“To be honest, years and years ago, I was in a similar type of relationship for a couple of years.”Leslie reminisces for a while:I was a bit young...er than you were at the time. I met this wild, exotic, and erotic woman, and we hit it off. She liked being the feminine one to me being the dominant one. But she had a tendency at the start of our relationship to still run a little rampant, shall we say.I confronted her about this saying I wanted someone faithful to me when in a relationship and. ‘It’s that whole fucking ‘daddy’ shit. Must be. How long have I searched for daddy? Must be ten years now. Ten years when I never let myself morn. Never just stopped and thought what a motherfucker he was. Always hoping. Hoping so deep I didn’t even know what I was hoping for. Pushing it deeper, pushing it away to rot inside me.’ She reflected, fingering the third button, on the attempts at filling her cunt with daddy substitutes. ‘What a whore! What a goddamn dirty whore I made myself. Fucking. I started kissing her on her lips and rubbing her sweet boobs and o my god she was very hot girl I never saw such a girl in my life as I felt her legs around me and she was also pushing herself by lifting her buttocks with the rhythim of fucking and moaning with pleasure and saying ohhhh haayaaaaa allah and after some time when I was close to cum I told her and she said please bahir nikkao mujhay pregnant mat kerna( please get it out and don’t make me pregnant) I got it out and she said fuck my. She knew she would feel my tongue touch her and lick her. She knew by then I would be most willing. She also knew that in my unconscious layers, we were already writhing together and we were feeling each others fingers exploring our most intimate depths; my conscious, surface, denial she savored the most because she knew it would have to be short-lived.I tried to keep calm in the feelings of discomfort, though it was not exactly discomfort, but the inkling of a feeling I either believed I ought.