It’s Christmas Eve, I need to run to the store before it closes for the holiday. I put on my silky, form fitted dress and head to the store. I’m looking at the wine selection I notice a man shopping beside me. He’s handsome, older, probably married with kids. There’s tension right away. I’m a slut with some morals, which means that on principle, I try not to engage. But if they engage first (and trust me, married men are the quickest!) then what is a whore to do?

He made some comment about the wine in my hands and asked if I planned to drink it alone. I laugh and ask if he’s got a better plan for me?

I love pent up dads like you, you’re frustrated with the commitments you’ve made and locked yourself into, without a sex life that makes it all worth it. Then a fuckdoll like me comes along, without any plans for her Christmas Eve except to drink at home alone, with her tits and holes out, then you find me at the store, practically smelling the naughty bitch pheromones on me.

Are you an older man who sees younger women at the store like me and ever wonders what would happen if you went home with her for the night?

I’m a bad slut. I like older men (20 yrs) who dominate and degrade me. I love when dads and married men stare at me lustfully at the store (happened just hours ago and inspired this fantasy). I love freeuse and I dream of a world where those men can just play with me and unleash some of the appetite I see in their eyes. That would make me feel wanted, dirty, and like the little whore that I am.

18 only, obvi older daddies to the front

Limits: scat, blood