Daddy,
i don't know what's wrong with me . . . . . . i don't know where she comes from. i shouldn't even call it "she", for it's not worthy. . . . . you know of whom i speak, Daddy. . . . . . that naughty little demon that hides inside me. i can't control it.
it sneaks up on me at the worst times! . . . . we had had such a wonderful day, Daddy. just you and i . . . . . . . no one else . . . .
the two of us, walking hand in hand, you in your polo and cargo shorts, me in my favorite skirt, the tiny pleated one with the brown and pink plaid pattern. . . . (what a perfect choice you made for our outing, Daddy). the weather was perfect, despite the thick, almost damp feel to the air. mmmm. . . .naked weather, Daddy . . . comfortably warm, with a nice breeze. . . *sigh*. . . .
i was so nervous being out for the first time dressed as your babygirl and embarrassed that my palms were sweating. i could feel the breeze find the spaces between our entwined fingers and palms. . . . but you didn't let go, Daddy. . . . how good you are at taking care of me.
my skirt was super short and my heels, which made my legs seem even longer, shorted it even more. every so often, once while crossing that busy street, the breeze would turn into short gust of wind, tossing my skirt around my ass. . . . . but i was determined not to figet. . . no adjusting. . . . . i wanted to be good for you.
do you remember when we came upon those pseudo yuppie shops, Daddy? there were so many people sitting there. i could see them staring at our slut parade. . . . the women with distain. . . . the men with envy. my stomach clenched when we drew near the large group of black guys sitting at the sidewalk tables. i knew we would not go unnoticed . . . . . . how could they miss us, darling Daddy. . . . . a barely 20-something white man walking hand in hand with a 30 something year old black woman, dressed in adorably slutty clothes. . . . . . a sight i'm sure!
did you hear the comments?. . . . . . the whistles? . . . . . . see the leers? did you hear the shocked profanity when they saw the back of my little skirt? . . . . .when they clearly must have noticed my ass cheeks play peek-a-boo under the swishing pleats? my pussy. . . . . sorry, Daddy. . . . YOUR pussy swells just thinking about it.
i was relieved when we finally made it to your favorite little greek restaurant. it was small and i figured since it was a tuesday night, i'd have the place and you all to myself. . . mmmmm. . . . . even before you opened the door, i could smell the earthy aromas coming from inside.. . . .the rich savory smell of garlic, olive oil, and lamb . . . . the light sweetness of honey, yogurt and pastries. . . . you always chose the perfect things, Daddy.
i was floored when we entered and it was PACKED! full tables everywhere! no dark seductive corner in which to seduce my Daddy. no relief from the stares of people when my brief little skirt flicked by. . . . . and the silence. . . . the silence, Daddy , when we approached the dining area. all i could hear was the clip. . . clip . . . . . . clip. . . . clip. . . . of my heels on the hard floor. (they couldn't fucking splurge on a rug here or there!?)
i tried to appear calm. . . . but inside, Daddy . . . . . i was FREAKING OUT!!
no booth?!?
just a tiny table with two tiny chairs?!?
chairs with no substance. . . no shielding arms or sides?!?
nothing to hide that my skirt was so short, my bare ass rested against the seat?!?
you, however, did not seem effected. you stood until i was seated . . . . settled yourself. . . . and looked pleased. where you pleased, sweet Daddy? did your babyslut do well?
i was surprised when you let me look over the menu. i was over whelmed. don't misunderstand me, Daddy. i was eating at wonderfully unique greek restaurants before you'd even thought to try spanakopita or loukoumades. but with you, i seem to have forgot how to decide for myself. everything on the surprisingly extensive menu looked and sounded wonderful. . .but i started feeling anxious. . .
do i want this to eat?
what about that?
