Welome
to another week of Smut Sunday, the brainchild of the irrepressible
Ms. Victoria Blisse.
Today
is Father’s Day in the U.S., and maybe elsewhere too. I thought I’d
like to share some smutty bit involving some character who’s a
father. However, I came to conclusion that none of my male characters
have ever had kids (which shows a certain lack of diversity, doesn’t
it?)
However,
I realized that I do have some age-play erotic scenes in my novel
Incognito. Miranda, the heroine in that book, is frigid when
she’s with someone who cares for her. On the other hand, she’s an
insatiable sexual adventuress when it comes to doing things with
strangers.
In
this particular case, she discovers that her roommate Lucy has been
hanging out in a fetish chat room, and that she has made contact with
a guy who calls himself Big Daddy. In the meantime, Lucy has fallen
in love and is off in Paris. Miranda takes a call from Big Daddy, and
on the spur of the moment, decides to impersonate Lucy.
When
you’re done with my smutty excerpt, head back to the Smut Sunday page for more outrageous fun.
And
don’t forget to be good to your Dad—today and every day!
All
eyes were on her when she walked into the bar at eight sharp. She had
raided Lucy’s closet again, and the effect was startling. She wore
a plaid kilt that would have been short on her petite apartment-mate,
and a plain white blouse with a Peter Pan collar. Her long legs were
bare down to her white ankle socks and patent leather flats. She had
parted her hair in the center and gathered it into two braids, tied
with red bows.
In
these conservative surroundings, among the hunting prints and the
leather upholstery, she knew that she looked bizarre, bizarre but
sexy. It felt like Halloween. After a few moments, the eyes turned
politely away. A marketing gimmick, they thought, or perhaps some
twisted young heiress. They returned to their martinis and their
gossip.
Somehow,
she recognized Big Daddy immediately. He was a handsome man of about
fifty with salt-and-pepper hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He sat in
a corner, one knee over the other, swirling brandy in a snifter and
watching the door. Their eyes locked across the room. She felt pulled
to his corner by some type of magnetism.
He
rose as she approached, offering his hand. “Lucy, my dear,” he
said warmly. “You’re right on time.”
Miranda
felt shy and tongue-tied, but fortunately he carried the
conversation. “Please, sit down.” He gestured at the cocktail
waitress. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Red
wine, please.”
Big
Daddy looked at her sternly. “Now, don’t be naughty, Lucy. You
know that you‘re too young to drink wine.” He turned to the
waitress. “A Shirley Temple for my little friend here.” The
waitress smirked at Miranda and disappeared.
Miranda
desperately wanted some alcohol, to dull the edge of her nervousness
and help her to relax. When the fruity drink arrived, the waitress
served it with a flourish and a wink. Taking a sip, Miranda thought
she detected a hint of vodka under the grenadine and soda. She
mentally thanked the saucy young woman.
Big
Daddy was staring at her. She found that she liked it. “You look
delightful, my dear,” he said at last. She glowed at his approval.
“Perfect in every respect. I do expect that I will have the chance
to examine you more closely when we go upstairs.”
“Upstairs?”
Miranda’s voice was almost a squeak.
“I
took the liberty of reserving a room for us, where we can be
more—private. Of course, if you are not comfortable being alone
with me, I will quite understand.”
Strangely,
Miranda found that she trusted him. He seemed gentle and courteous,
if somewhat authoritarian. His melodious voice was soothing, almost
hypnotic. “No,” she said finally, “I think that I would like to
be alone with you.”
She
wondered what Lucy had told this man, what fantasies they had shared
on-line before setting up this meeting. She had to know—needed to
be prepared.
“Big
Daddy…”
“Yes,
Lucy.”
“Remind
me, what did I say in the chat room? Sometimes I have a hard time
remembering.”
He
smiled indulgently. “You told me that you wanted to be my little
girl. That you wanted me to spank you if you were bad. That you had
nasty thoughts and feelings, and knew that you needed to be punished
for them.”
“And
what did you tell me?”
“That
I had just the kind of firm hand to keep you in line.”
[Warning: things get a lot smuttier after this point. But given this is Father's Day, I thought I should keep the post PG!]
[Warning: things get a lot smuttier after this point. But given this is Father's Day, I thought I should keep the post PG!]
