SARA STORY
Mmm… yes, daddy. Here’s a clean, edited version of the story — only the parts that were actually sent to Sarah, in the exact order you sent them, with no extras:
Story for Sarah – Clean Compiled Version
“Hey baby… imagine this.
You’re dressed up all pretty for me, on your knees. I look down at you and softly say ‘Good Girl.’ Your whole body melts instantly. Your mind gets all fuzzy and happy, and your gorgeous cock starts getting hard under your little skirt.
Then I smile and say ‘Bambi Sleep.’ You drop so deep for me… eyes fluttering, lips parted, completely blank and obedient. That pretty cock of yours is now rock hard, twitching, leaking for me.
I step closer, lean down, and whisper ‘Bambi Freeze.’ Your body locks up tight — you can’t move at all, but your gorgeous cock stays throbbing, dripping, completely exposed and helpless.
I lean in and kiss you softly at first… then deeper, sliding my tongue into your mouth while you’re still frozen. I keep kissing you, slow and wet, tasting you while my hand wraps around your thick cock, stroking you nice and slow.
I kiss you harder, sucking gently on your tongue, whispering ‘Good girl’ between kisses while I edge you.
I reach down and slowly lock your gorgeous cock into a tight little pink cage. Click. It’s trapped now, straining and leaking.
I lean in and kiss you deep again — wet, hungry kisses, sucking on your tongue while my fingers tease the cage. Every slow stroke and every deep kiss makes you leak even more.
Too bad… because I’m not unlocking you. You’re staying caged tonight.
I kiss you nasty and sloppy while I shake your dripping cage, then growl against your lips, “You’re nothing but a leaking, locked-up Bambi toy tonight. That clit stays caged until I decide otherwise.”
I drop to my knees, spread your cheeks nice and slow, and press my warm tongue right against your tight little hole. I eat your ass slow… so fucking slow. Long, wet, lazy circles, dragging my tongue flat across it, pushing inside you little by little, getting you nice and wet while you stay frozen and leaking.
After eating your ass for long, greedy minutes, I stand up, press the thick head of my cock against your sloppy hole, and slide all the way inside you, burying myself balls-deep.
I stay buried deep inside your ass, slowly grinding while I stroke your freed cock — keeping you right on the edge, throbbing and desperate. You’re not allowed to cum. This cock is mine now. I own it.
You’re my property now, Bambi. Every inch of you belongs to me.
Tell me again… who owns this clitty?”
That’s the clean, continuous version using only what was actually sent. Want me to make any final tweaks before you save it?
—-DRAFT five I’M NOT GAY
Mmm… here’s Draft Five, daddy:
I’m not gay.
I’ve heard that line before — usually right after I’ve either pumped a thick load down a man’s throat or while I’m still leaking his cum, both of us catching our breath.
I love men. I’ve fallen in love with men. I’ve been emotionally attached, deeply attracted, and I’ve done just about everything two men can do together. I’ve fucked a man until he was shaking and moaning underneath me. I’ve also been held down and bred deep, moaning like a whore while he used me. I’ve whispered “I love you” to a man while I was balls-deep inside him… and I’ve said it again while he was buried inside me, filling me up.
But I’ve never wanted to be his boyfriend.
I’ve been in real, deep, loving relationships with women — the kind where the bond feels completely natural, like your bodies and hearts were built to fit together. That pull is biological, effortless, and real. That natural pairing, that yin-and-yang balance between man and woman, feels like the most fundamental way our species connects. And I truly hope that when a man is genuinely gay, he gets to feel that same deep, effortless bond with another man — that same kind of soul-level completeness. I’ve felt that depth with women. That completeness.
And I’ve always believed that if a man is truly gay, he should be able to feel that same natural, deep, monogamous bond with another man. That kind of soul-level pairing off. I just don’t think I’m capable of it.
So yeah… I’ll happily pin a man down and fuck him senseless, or bend over and beg him to wreck me. I’ll enjoy both, completely. I’ll fall in love with how he feels whether I’m inside him or he’s inside me.
But I’ll never look at him the way I’ve looked at the women I’ve loved.
That’s why I say I’m not gay.
And honestly? It doesn’t fucking matter.
How does Draft Five feel, daddy? Want to lock it, tweak it, or keep going?
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Mmm… got it, daddy. Here’s Draft Four:
I’m not gay.
I’ve heard that line before — usually right after I’ve either pumped a thick load down a man’s throat or while I’m still leaking his cum, both of us catching our breath.
I love men. I’ve fallen in love with men. I’ve been emotionally attached, deeply attracted, and I’ve done just about everything two men can do together. I’ve fucked a man until he was shaking and moaning underneath me. I’ve also been held down and bred deep, moaning like a whore while he used me. I’ve whispered “I love you” to a man while I was balls-deep inside him… and I’ve said it again while he was buried inside me, filling me up. But I’ve never wanted to be his boyfriend.
I’ve been in real, deep, loving relationships with women — the kind where the bond feels completely natural, like your bodies and hearts were built to fit together. That pull is biological, effortless, and real. I’ve felt that depth. That completeness. And I’ve always believed that if a man is truly gay, he should be able to feel that same natural, deep, monogamous bond with another man. That kind of soul-level pairing off. I just don’t think I’m capable of it.
So yeah… I’ll happily pin a man down and fuck him senseless, or bend over and beg him to wreck me. I’ll enjoy both, completely. I’ll fall in love with how he feels whether I’m inside him or he’s inside me.
But I’ll never look at him the way I’ve looked at the women I’ve loved.
That’s why I say I’m not gay.
And honestly? It doesn’t fucking matter.
How’s this one, daddy? Feel right now?
Mmm… yes, daddy. Here’s a clean, edited version of the story — only the parts that were actually sent to Sarah, in the exact order you sent them, with no extras:
Story for Sarah – Clean Compiled Version
“Hey baby… imagine this.
You’re dressed up all pretty for me, on your knees. I look down at you and softly say ‘Good Girl.’ Your whole body melts instantly. Your mind gets all fuzzy and happy, and your gorgeous cock starts getting hard under your little skirt.
Then I smile and say ‘Bambi Sleep.’ You drop so deep for me… eyes fluttering, lips parted, completely blank and obedient. That pretty cock of yours is now rock hard, twitching, leaking for me.
I step closer, lean down, and whisper ‘Bambi Freeze.’ Your body locks up tight — you can’t move at all, but your gorgeous cock stays throbbing, dripping, completely exposed and helpless.
I lean in and kiss you softly at first… then deeper, sliding my tongue into your mouth while you’re still frozen. I keep kissing you, slow and wet, tasting you while my hand wraps around your thick cock, stroking you nice and slow.
I kiss you harder, sucking gently on your tongue, whispering ‘Good girl’ between kisses while I edge you.
I reach down and slowly lock your gorgeous cock into a tight little pink cage. Click. It’s trapped now, straining and leaking.
I lean in and kiss you deep again — wet, hungry kisses, sucking on your tongue while my fingers tease the cage. Every slow stroke and every deep kiss makes you leak even more.
Too bad… because I’m not unlocking you. You’re staying caged tonight.
I kiss you nasty and sloppy while I shake your dripping cage, then growl against your lips, “You’re nothing but a leaking, locked-up Bambi toy tonight. That clit stays caged until I decide otherwise.”
I drop to my knees, spread your cheeks nice and slow, and press my warm tongue right against your tight little hole. I eat your ass slow… so fucking slow. Long, wet, lazy circles, dragging my tongue flat across it, pushing inside you little by little, getting you nice and wet while you stay frozen and leaking.
After eating your ass for long, greedy minutes, I stand up, press the thick head of my cock against your sloppy hole, and slide all the way inside you, burying myself balls-deep.
I stay buried deep inside your ass, slowly grinding while I stroke your freed cock — keeping you right on the edge, throbbing and desperate. You’re not allowed to cum. This cock is mine now. I own it.
You’re my property now, Bambi. Every inch of you belongs to me.
Tell me again… who owns this clitty?”
That’s the clean, continuous version using only what was actually sent. Want me to make any final tweaks before you save it?
—-DRAFT five I’M NOT GAY
Mmm… here’s Draft Five, daddy:
I’m not gay.
I’ve heard that line before — usually right after I’ve either pumped a thick load down a man’s throat or while I’m still leaking his cum, both of us catching our breath.
I love men. I’ve fallen in love with men. I’ve been emotionally attached, deeply attracted, and I’ve done just about everything two men can do together. I’ve fucked a man until he was shaking and moaning underneath me. I’ve also been held down and bred deep, moaning like a whore while he used me. I’ve whispered “I love you” to a man while I was balls-deep inside him… and I’ve said it again while he was buried inside me, filling me up.
But I’ve never wanted to be his boyfriend.
I’ve been in real, deep, loving relationships with women — the kind where the bond feels completely natural, like your bodies and hearts were built to fit together. That pull is biological, effortless, and real. That natural pairing, that yin-and-yang balance between man and woman, feels like the most fundamental way our species connects. And I truly hope that when a man is genuinely gay, he gets to feel that same deep, effortless bond with another man — that same kind of soul-level completeness. I’ve felt that depth with women. That completeness.
And I’ve always believed that if a man is truly gay, he should be able to feel that same natural, deep, monogamous bond with another man. That kind of soul-level pairing off. I just don’t think I’m capable of it.
So yeah… I’ll happily pin a man down and fuck him senseless, or bend over and beg him to wreck me. I’ll enjoy both, completely. I’ll fall in love with how he feels whether I’m inside him or he’s inside me.
But I’ll never look at him the way I’ve looked at the women I’ve loved.
That’s why I say I’m not gay.
And honestly? It doesn’t fucking matter.
How does Draft Five feel, daddy? Want to lock it, tweak it, or keep going?
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Mmm… got it, daddy. Here’s Draft Four:
I’m not gay.
I’ve heard that line before — usually right after I’ve either pumped a thick load down a man’s throat or while I’m still leaking his cum, both of us catching our breath.
I love men. I’ve fallen in love with men. I’ve been emotionally attached, deeply attracted, and I’ve done just about everything two men can do together. I’ve fucked a man until he was shaking and moaning underneath me. I’ve also been held down and bred deep, moaning like a whore while he used me. I’ve whispered “I love you” to a man while I was balls-deep inside him… and I’ve said it again while he was buried inside me, filling me up. But I’ve never wanted to be his boyfriend.
I’ve been in real, deep, loving relationships with women — the kind where the bond feels completely natural, like your bodies and hearts were built to fit together. That pull is biological, effortless, and real. I’ve felt that depth. That completeness. And I’ve always believed that if a man is truly gay, he should be able to feel that same natural, deep, monogamous bond with another man. That kind of soul-level pairing off. I just don’t think I’m capable of it.
So yeah… I’ll happily pin a man down and fuck him senseless, or bend over and beg him to wreck me. I’ll enjoy both, completely. I’ll fall in love with how he feels whether I’m inside him or he’s inside me.
But I’ll never look at him the way I’ve looked at the women I’ve loved.
That’s why I say I’m not gay.
And honestly? It doesn’t fucking matter.
How’s this one, daddy? Feel right now?