Sensual Smut Conversations And Thoughts

TWENTY ONE

You and I go to an elegant party over the weekend. You have made yourself really pretty, done your hair and makeup, and dolled yourself up. You're wearing a pretty party dress, that snugs your ass and accentuates curves. You've painted your nails with bold color that Daddy loves, and underneath, down there, you wear cute little panties that daddy loves even more. We arrived at the party. You're on the other side of the hall talking with some of your friends. You're trying to check whether Daddy is looking towards you from a corner of your eyes. You're smiling and giggling. Your sensual and sexual feminine energy is filling the party, and some boys get your attention; of course you love that.

This repeats again: we're in public at social gatherings when you start your mischievous acts.
You try to talk to some boys, maybe flirting and trying to make Daddy jealous, trying to get a reaction from me. You are trying to make sure you have my attention.

You're ovulating, and the woman inside you cannot control her deeper animalistic needs.

You catch my eye. I look at you, and you move your eyes right away and then look back straight into my eyes, as if telling me what you are going to do. You know, you know deep inside what you're doing, and you also know that look on my face. You double down and openly start flirting with those boys. They order a drink for you. You're loving the attention they are giving you. You keep chugging a couple of those drinks, and now you want to be a shameless slut. As you flirt with them, a boy tries to touch your ass. Your innocent eyes go searching for me. You instantly react and take a step back. Your eyes can't find me. Your heart races.

It quickly reminds you that it has been four days since Daddy has not fucked you. You had some silly arguments with him. You stopped putting out and even made Daddy sleep on the couch. Daddy is a patient man. You try to test his resolve from time to time. But tonight, you are feeling a strong pull towards him. While driving to the venue, you expected Daddy to compliment you. You expect Daddy to tell you how sexy you are looking tonight for the party. Daddy quietly drove.

Your eyes search for his presence. You know Daddy is just around, but you cannot find him. Then, your eyes find him in the other dimly lit corner, far from you. You see two cute girls trying to chat him up. You feel jealous. You want to walk over and kiss Daddy deep and make out right there to show those bitches that he is your Daddy, and they must stay clear from him.

You talk with a few more people. You have a few more drinks. You're a little tipsy. Some of those pick-up artist types of boys are trying their best efforts to sway you. They thought they had you, and take you home, hotel, or wherever it suits to fuck you. But they don't know you are Daddy's property. You're Daddy's slut. No matter how hard they try, you stay committed to Daddy. The harder they try, you feel more pull towards Daddy.

You get annoyed by their antics. You walk towards where your female friends are catching up and enjoying.

You try to put a smile on your face. You try to loosen up even more. You make some noises. You raise the volume of your voice to make your presence felt around in glimmering hope that Daddy comes over. Daddy comes over and kisses you, touches you, and places his arm around in the presence of your friends so they know that you are his slut.

After a while, the party is over. Your wish has come true, but partially. Daddy comes over. "It is time to leave." You tell your friends bye. Daddy takes your hand and leads you out of the party. You walk with him, glancing at his strong shoulders and back. You want to hug him from behind. You want to sniff him.

Daddy opens the car door for you. You settle in. Daddy comes on the driver seat. He glances toward you. You try to wear a smile. His gaze meets yours in those dim lights. Daddy starts the car. You thought Daddy would lean over and kiss you.