Ghosty

She won't mind, not initially. Not until the first time I pull my fingers free, click the vibrator off, and ruin her orgasm with whisper light brushes. And again, weeks later, after she had thought the first was a one off cruelty.

Eventually, she'll beg for my fingers in her mouth before I touch any other part of her, she'll suckle at them desperately, unsure how to earn a real orgasm but desperate to try.

slipping in an “atta girl, look at you. you aren’t even phased,” as she downs her fourth. watching as her cheeks flush red, skin practically bubbling with want as alcohol finds its way down to her cunt. sliding my hands underneath her dress, caressing places she’d be too embarrassed to let me touch in public if she was sober.

maybe i’d take her to the bathroom before dinner even rolled around, counting down the minutes that i’d have to make her cum before our food was expected to reach our table. maybe, i’d fuck her right there. pull her panties to the side and indulge myself exactly how i’ve wanted to the whole day.

i’d fuck my fingers into her when she was least expecting it, take advantage of my pretty girl when she was all empty headed and needy, have her so tipsy that the only thing her mind can focus on is one thing:

coaxing her with gentle words, little mumbles of “go back to sleep, sweetheart,” and “daddy’s just trying to make you feel good. you know that, right?”

her guiding me around with her hand on the small of my back or wrapped around my waist

grabbing my chin forcing me to look into her eyes

pulling me closer in crowded areas

saying things like

"don’t worry, mommy will handle it"

"come here, sweet girl. I want you next to me”

"be a good girl for me bunny"

"you need to eat something first baby”