It's early morning and I look over at you with a degree of envy. You're crashed out hard after a hot bout of sex last night and if I don't stir you awake, you'll stay that way until ten, at least. But I have every intention of waking you soon and shoving my cock up inside you. Just as soon as I finish writing the next entry of my diary which I've named, 'The Daddy Chronicles.'
You sleep like a teenager yet I'm lucky if I don't wake up before six. Once I got into my fifties, I found I just couldn't sleep as well. You're a year older than me, Kitten, and you don't have that issue at all. We're alike in so many ways but in the areas we're not, we seem to balance each other out.
For today's entry, I chose to reflect on how we met six months ago. How a chance encounter ended up bringing each of us exactly what we needed. The very thing that was missing in our lives.
It was late one weekday evening and I was out for my daily walk. I normally walk earlier but that night, I was held up by a number of things, so I took my walk much later. The streetlights, combined with the full moon, had the area surprisingly well lit and I recall exactly how you looked sitting there at a park bench in the dog park.
As I started to walk by, you didn't notice me at first, but I could see your long, wavy hair hanging down to nearly your waist. When you finally did notice me, you looked up briefly, but you seemed a million miles away. Clearly, something was eating at you, and you were trying to sort stuff out.
I considered leaving you to your contemplations but for some reason, I felt drawn to you. I'm not one to believe in destiny yet my instincts were telling me we were meant to meet. And while I'm generally a strong and confident man, I have a soft spot for people in need and you had the look of someone in need. In need of a friend if nothing else.
I asked you if you were okay and you replied that you were, but the tone of your voice suggested otherwise. Delicately, I engaged you further and you opened up by telling me you were having relationship troubles with an 'on again, off again' boyfriend. I mentioned that you might feel better talking about it and suggested we get a cup of coffee at the Starbucks down the street. I've found ladies love good listeners, so I mentioned my ability to do just that. To my surprise, you accepted my offer and joined me.
As you moved to join me, I could see you much better. You were around five and a half feet tall and thin at perhaps a hundred and fifteen pounds. You appeared to be in your mid forties but later, you surprised me by revealing you were fast approaching your fifty seventh birthday, a full year older than me. Your hair was a lovely shade of blonde.
I immediately liked the smile formed by your thin lips, I loved the southern accent of your sexy voice, but it was your bright, blue eyes that affected me most. They had a way of holding my stare, forcing me to hang on your every word. Even six months later, I still get drawn in by those eyes!
We chatted on the short walk to the Starbucks and already, your mood seemed brighter. Our conversation quickly shifted from your ex-boyfriend to a discussion about us, and it felt very much like a first date. More than a first date actually, for we chatted easily for more than an hour as though we had already been dating for weeks.
At one point, you leaned back and turned for some reason and I caught a glimpse of a tattoo low in the waist. It was of a cat sitting in a crescent moon. I remember thinking how appropriate this was because you were already beginning to strike me as someone I'd like to have as my Kitten. Taking a chance, I waited for an opportunity to call you that to judge your reaction.
In time, that opportunity came when we talked about the type of people we've dated. You mentioned being tired of dating boys who pretended to be men but in reality needed a mother figure to keep them together. I sensed then that what you really wanted was a strong man to hold you together when you needed it most. A man to firmly take control and rock your world in bed yet be gentle, caring, kind and compassionate outside the bedroom. A man who would respect you and treat you like a queen in front of the world and treat you like a Sex Kitten in private.
When it was my turn to speak, I looked confidently in your eyes and said, "Kitten, what you're really looking for is a man like me. And if I'm reading you correctly, you're the Kitten I've been searching for as well."
I could see in your face, particularly in your eyes, that I had said the right thing at the right moment. Your eyes lit up as soon as I said, 'Kitten,' and by the time I finished my sentence, you were smiling and blushing slightly. I thought you looked absolutely adorable.
Looking around, you got up and motioned for me to follow, saying there was something you wanted to show me. I could only chuckle at the clumsiness of the moment, but I certainly wasn't about to argue.
Taking me into the back office, I saw the barista girl smile at you and you answered my unspoken question by telling me you've been friends with her for years. You walked me to the desk and when I turned around to face you, you kissed me deeply. I wanted that sensual kiss to last forever!
