[It's always easier to type things out than it is to muster the words to say them, particularly when they're ones that make him vulnerable. Writing can be revised and second-guessed and deleted in haste. Writing gives a level of plausible deniability if ever he needed one.
But it's safe. This is safe. And even if it's not, Tseng will make it so for him anyway. So maybe writing this out is just another permutation of what he's already been learning to do, letting things slip and be seen without having to think about fifty layers of ramifications.]
I would like to sit you down on one of those pristine couches of yours, fully dressed. I'd fix you a drink. I'd even bring a napkin so it wouldn't leave condensation marks on your tabletops. And then I'd ask if I'd been good enough to have my own seat in your lap. I hope you'd let me.
I'd like to talk while you finished your drink. I'd say how you know so many things I like but I know so little about yours in return. I'd say maybe you're just better at guessing than I am. I'd ask if you'd let me try to guess, and tell me if I got it right.
I'd wait while you sipped at your drink. I'd take it from you and sip it myself, and kiss you so you could drink from my mouth instead. I'd ask you if it tasted better that way. When we'd finished it together, I'd set it aside.
Then I'd ask you about what you'd called me, "gorgeous little slut". I'd ask which part of it turned you on the most. You could have all the little sluts you wanted, so am I just the most gorgeous? Or do you have plenty of gorgeous sluts, but I'm your favorite to be bigger than. Or is it just that you like that I'm a slut, and nobody else knows it but you.
If you said it was that I was a slut, then I'd be one for you, I'd rub on your lap until you were hard and then I'd take you out and sit back while I stroked you to finish, to see if when you came all over me you did it hard enough to get all the way up to my face. And if you said it was that I was gorgeous maybe I'd touch myself instead, right there on top of you, so you could look at my pretty face and know I was doing it for you.
And if you said it was that I was little, then maybe I'd call you daddy and like it.
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But it's safe. This is safe. And even if it's not, Tseng will make it so for him anyway. So maybe writing this out is just another permutation of what he's already been learning to do, letting things slip and be seen without having to think about fifty layers of ramifications.]
I would like to sit you down on one of those pristine couches of yours, fully dressed. I'd fix you a drink. I'd even bring a napkin so it wouldn't leave condensation marks on your tabletops. And then I'd ask if I'd been good enough to have my own seat in your lap. I hope you'd let me.
I'd like to talk while you finished your drink. I'd say how you know so many things I like but I know so little about yours in return. I'd say maybe you're just better at guessing than I am. I'd ask if you'd let me try to guess, and tell me if I got it right.
I'd wait while you sipped at your drink. I'd take it from you and sip it myself, and kiss you so you could drink from my mouth instead. I'd ask you if it tasted better that way. When we'd finished it together, I'd set it aside.
Then I'd ask you about what you'd called me, "gorgeous little slut". I'd ask which part of it turned you on the most. You could have all the little sluts you wanted, so am I just the most gorgeous? Or do you have plenty of gorgeous sluts, but I'm your favorite to be bigger than. Or is it just that you like that I'm a slut, and nobody else knows it but you.
If you said it was that I was a slut, then I'd be one for you, I'd rub on your lap until you were hard and then I'd take you out and sit back while I stroked you to finish, to see if when you came all over me you did it hard enough to get all the way up to my face. And if you said it was that I was gorgeous maybe I'd touch myself instead, right there on top of you, so you could look at my pretty face and know I was doing it for you.
And if you said it was that I was little, then maybe I'd call you daddy and like it.