They had only gotten to know each other for about an hour before they both decided they needed to log off for whatever reason. They exchanged email to each other, she didn't mind showing her face in an email as long as they were to stay between them. He had had some issues in the past with showing himself and she understood that. People could be crazy, and do God knows what with your image. So, she never pressed the issue. Their first exchange had been nice, He called himself a name that she had seen in a book years and years ago, so naturally this made her laugh. He laughed back at her. They did share a lot in common, as far as nerd behavior and a love for reading. She was the kind of woman who enjoyed writing, and always had, and he had been the kind of guy that enjoyed reading what she wrote. He offered to read her stories and give her honest feedback.
She had shared with him two stories she had written and was curious what he might say. So, she stayed up waiting for his reply nearly biting her fingernails, and the skin around her nail beds. She was anxious. Her phone dinged with the familiar noise of an email, oh God it was him. She needed to read it but was nervous, would he like it? Would there be harsh criticism? She talked herself down and opened the email.
Her heart nearly beat out of her chest. He said he loved it! The story had been so hot he could barely contain himself. She could feel her cheeks flush, her face and neck turning red. She didn't normally share her stories outside of close friends so this was new. She felt proud of herself and felt somehow exposed. Her writing had been raw and real. When she wrote, she wrote with emotion. She let more of herself shine through her writing than anything else she had done. She hoped he wouldn't notice to much about that.
He told her in that email that he had loved the subject matter, that it had played on one of his favorite kinks. He loved being called Daddy, but after being on this site for a short amount of time, she was surprised when people didn't demand being called Daddy. No matter how many times she had run across it, it really did take her some time getting used to calling someone daddy. The fact that he was older had appealed to her, mostly because she had never been with anyone older. When he called her kitten and baby girl it felt natural. Not at all forced, and he was never a jerk about it, always a sweetheart. Never pushed her to be uncomfortable under the guise of pushing her limits.
After they had shared short correspondence, things got heated in some back to back emails. He was such a great writer, he always left her feeling wet and juicy. Leaving her to sit in her own juices and marinate with the idea of him. She had never really talked about doing it anal but once she had opened herself to him, everything was on the table. She didn't mind. Now was the time to see if they could meet up and do some of the dirty things they had talked about. Both agreed to make the two-hour drive.
When they had met it was beautiful outside. Sunshine everywhere, birds chirping. It felt like a damn Disney movie. They had kissed softly, his arms wrapping around her waist and emphasizing her big ass. She had a perfectly round ass and the tits to compliment it. He kissed her right cheek and greeted her as kitten. They smiled at each other and kissed again, asking each other how the drive was. When they had gotten the niceties out of the way, they walked arm in arm into the hotel. They posed as a married couple and walked into their room.
