I'm So Excited

I'm twenty. He's forty-nine. I know nothing about him except what he looks like, the number he can be reached at, and that he's a big bad Daddy Dom, but I can't get him out of my head. Every time I think about him I squirm with how much I want to jump him. Little overwhelming, considering he's eight years shy of being my father's age, but it doesn't feel dirtybadwrong so much as yesgoodbetter. At the same time I know it's not normal, not usual, not something I can tell anyone about, and that makes me wonder what's the matter with me. Am I wired wrong? Are my lines crossed? Is everything misfiring in all the worst directions?

I don't know.

But I'm so excited.
daddyhunter daddyhunter
Sep 12, 2012