Please Me, Daddy
Gracia
Ten words echoed in my head like a bad song I couldn’t stop replaying.
I am going to suck a dick in my dream.
I was kneeling on the bed, hands wrapped around this stranger’s waist, face far too close to his hips, my cheek practically brushing against the line of muscle that disappeared under a dangerously low towel.
Normally, there was no way I’d be doing this if this were real. No matter how heartbroken I was. No matter how many drinks I’d had. No matter how stupidly desperate I felt.