Roxy - Sex Stories

Roxy

... really mattered. Taking out my vanity bag, I fixed my makeup. My lips are full and luscious, good for blow jobs, so I’ve been told. They are backed by a row of straight white teeth meaning I possess a Bollywood smile. Slouched on my bench seat I doodled onto my pad as the lecturer seemed intent on boring me to death. Suddenly my mobile vibrated. My first thought was it was just another friend request on Facebook from a wannabe pilgrim. But it was my father, Pappa. Dear little Princess. When can I expect my loved one back here for the festive season? We all miss our little doctor in waiting. I trust you still have the money I sent for your flight home? Plus how is the love life? Your mother and I both miss you dearly. Mother spends more and more time tending the garden, I guess she is passing the time until you return. Hugs and kisses. Pappa I sighed out loud. That money for the flight was well spent on cocaine and expensive dinners. I could have used the phrase wasted, but I had a bloody good time... fuck, that’s an understatement. I woke up on so many different beds I thought I was a mattress tester. However, what freaked me out most was Pappa asking about my love life... he wants me married. Typing on my phone I sent back a reply. Dear Paps Studying hard, grades are hitting the high eighties, so still on for that first. Sadly I have no time for men L Love and hugs Your little Doctor That wasn’t far from the truth, with all the dildos I ride there wasn’t much need for a ...

... cock. I usually just pull a guy during the end of term celebrations or if I go on a sex binge... which happens from time to time. Pappa must have been bored as the phone vibrated straight away. Dear Princess I miss you terribly. I also worry about you being single and alone. I am sending you a spread sheet of men that I have personally vetted since you turned eighteen. It contains their names, ages, occupations and pictures. Let me know who you like and I’ll put you in touch. Love A worried Pappa Fuck sake, what is it with men? If it’s not pilgrims doing my head in, it’s bloody family. Dear Father. I appreciate the offer, but I’m really not interested in getting married. I like being single and carefree. If people are talking about me, let them. No need to worry about me, I have met plenty of people. As soon as I sent the email I realised my mistake. My phone vibrated with a reply. What do mean met plenty of people? Chewing my nail I formulated a reply. I have joined social clubs and play an active role in student union. The fact Pappa didn’t reply showed me that he knew I was jumping cocks. Oh, well what can he do? He’s ten thousand kilometers away and I’m no longer financially dependent on him. Suddenly the lecture was interrupted by the boarder agency officer, who was a tall blond man in uniform. Normally I’ld look forward to flirting my way through the formalities, but I didn’t feel in the mood... Bloody monthly cycle was in full swing. Taking out my card I waited for the ...