What kind of sex would you like to have right now? Part 4

Where you don't waste my time wanting me to pretend to be your high school teacher when you were in hs. Basically, the no bs time waster to meet your dumb fuck fantasies. That you spring up as a big surprise.
 
It started on the couch, I don’t even think you noticed.

But in that tiny hotel bed, all curled up beside you… I knew you weren’t really asleep.

You let me stay close. Let me touch. Kept me fed.

I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About what might happen if I couldn’t control that rush.

Did you dream about me that night, Daddy?

Did it fill you with dread, knowing what would follow when the road turned quiet again?
 
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