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Daddy's Girl

... the invitation too, and I felt his tongue seeking out mine. His strong arms wrapped around my waist and he crushed me to him so tightly I moaned into his mouth. I felt so secure, so protected in those arms, I just wanted to stay there forever. We kissed for several glorious moments before I simply had to come up for air. As I broke the kiss, I gasped for that first breath. "Please Mark... I want you," I whispered. He pulled back and looked at me for a moment. He studied my face, his eyes locked on mine. I guess he was waiting for some kind of explanation or further comment from me. But he got all the explanation he needed as he looked at me. "Your place or mine?" he asked. "Well I would love to see where you live... you've already seen where I live," I said. "True, but I've not seen the inside. We can go to my place though, if you want," he said. We drove to his house on the other side of town. As we pulled up to his house I was impressed. He lived in a split level brick home with an attached garage. It looked very well-kept with the grass cut and the hedges trimmed. Mark pushed the button on the visor remote and the garage door opened and we pulled in. Mark opened the door for me and took my hand, leading me up the three steps to the door into his home. Walking into Mark's home, the first thing I noticed was how large it is and how well decorated it was. Mark had excellent taste. He took me into the living room and we sat on the large leather couch. The drive back to his ...

... place gave me a chance to regroup a little and cool down. Mark's pinning me against that tree and kissing me like that took my breath away, and I needed a chance to get my thoughts organized. As we sat on the couch, I tried to figure out how to tell him my little secret. I really liked him and wanted to get to know him better, but I also didn't want to get all into him and then he find out about my special "kink" and run off. I had been down that road and it was no fun. So I wanted him to know about me right off and if he bolted it wouldn't hurt quite so much. I wouldn't have invested a lot of time and gotten so close to him. But how to tell him? Mark could tell something was bothering me too. As we sat on the couch, he traced his fingers up and down my thigh. His fingers felt so good and I wanted more than anything to let them have their way with my body but my reservations about talking to him were more important right then. "What are you thinking about, baby?" he asked. Funny, he should call me baby just then. "Mark, there's something I have to tell you. Something you need to know about me before this goes much further. I really like you Mark, but you need to know something about me." I said, looking down at the floor. "What is it, 'becca?" he asked. "Well... um... oh I hope you don't think I'm weird or anything!" I blurted out. "Rebecca, I don't think you're weird at all. Unless you are about to tell me you used to be a guy, or you worship the devil or something!" he said, ...