I have a Daddy Kink. He loves to Sext Me.

I’m on a date with a millionaire and all I could think about was sexting with Big Poppa, my sugar daddy. We’ll call him that because he loved for me to dance to Notorious Big’s Big Poppa song while I played with myself for him. “Rub your clit for me, baby,” he typed. I slid along, french manicured finger down myself. Damn, I was soaked and he had to see this. So I turned on my camera, played his favorite song, and circled my finger around my glossy clit to the hypnotizing lyrics. It was as if I was in a trance. He watched me, as this became our routine almost every night. I pulled out my favorite 8-inch pink toy and covered it with cream from inside of me. His mouth gaped wide open. Big Poppa slid the camera down to show me his huge cock & the mess he made with it. I continued to dance, cream spilling down my legs as he watched in amazement. He clicked his camera off abruptly. I knew what that meant…playtime was over,

I’m taking a bite of my dessert, looking around at this nice restaurant, staring across from this rich guy, asking dull questions; my mind was somewhere else. I ordered endless amounts of food just so my mouth would be too full to respond to him. I’m nodding, laughing & smiling politely listening to him go on endlessly about Instagram models he’s dated. I mean I don’t even have social media nor did I care to hear it. A rich guy is what I wanted right? So why was I having constant flashbacks of my sessions with Big Poppa? I wanted to know how he would taste stuffed in my mouth instead of on this stuffy date.

Big Poppa, he excited me. It was the thrill of never even meeting him, but knowing we could both make each other climax. Therefore I had the power to make him explode. He constantly messaged saying I owned his cock. Moreover, our conversations throughout the day were fireworks, he was so sensational. My phone vibrated, I snuck a peek, and there it was. Big Poppa texted me a photo of his cock saying he couldn’t wait for tonight. As a result, my nipples hardened through my shirt. I smiled, biting my lip. I couldn’t wait to get through this dreadful date. Big Poppa, in other words, my sweet sugar daddy was waiting for me & I was craving him.

Written by Chat Host AspenCavalli