Chapter 5 - Willow
It’s officially February and I’m going to have a boyfriend this year for Valentine’s Day. An actual good guy, not some man-child who doesn’t know how to please me in bed. I roll onto my back and daydream about a whole weekend of being Mike’s fucktoy. I need that again.
Last time I was at his house, I really didn’t want to use condoms. Would he agree to ditch them? I’m on birth control, so an accidental pregnancy shouldn’t be an issue. My body flushes at the thought, and I decide to text him and ask.
I check the time real quick, making sure it’s late enough that he’ll be awake.
Willow:
Good morning! Last time when we used condoms I felt so empty, I wish you could come without one and fill me up.
I hit send and then re-read it, almost dying inside. I pull my blanket over my head and try to hide. Oh God, was it too much? I was too blunt. Did it sound forced? I wanted to be sexy. Shit, I can’t take it back!
My phone dings, and I force myself to read the text, preparing to die from embarrassment.
Mike:
Well that’s a delightful message to wake up to. If you were here, I’d do something about that right now.
Ooooh, thank God. I immediately feel like a weight is lifted off me, and I smile while imagining him talking dirty to me and making me beg him to fill me up. Giggling, I text him back, telling myself I shouldn’t send this, but I’m feeling too slutty to hold it in.
Willow:
What would you do if I was there with you? Would you spank my bare pussy? Fuck me until I’m screaming from pleasure before filling my pussy full of cum?
Being able to say whatever filthy thought pops into my head is one of the best things about being with Mike. I love that he’s encouraging me to be braver with my dirty talk.
Mike:
Mmmmmm...All that and more, kitten. I think someone is looking to get bred.
Bred? Fuck. Is that taking the dirty talk too far? My nipples harden as I clench my thighs together and let out a tiny moan. The thought of him emptying himself inside me and then me being able to feel his cum drip out of me afterwards is so fucking hot.
I blush, reading back what we both just typed.
I was so fucking wanton. I want him to breed me, and it doesn’t matter how ridiculous that sounds when we literally just started dating.
I close my eyes as I imagine it, but it does nothing to settle the burning desire to have him here right now so we can fuck each other’s brains out.
Willow:
Sir, can we ditch the condoms? Please? I’m on birth control.
I don’t want him to freak out, thinking that I really want him to breed me.
I know it’s just dirty talk. But if I was being honest, the idea of accidentally getting pregnant pulls at something primal deep inside me and turns me on, though that’s definitely a level of crazy I don’t want to admit to anyone.
Mike doesn’t respond right away, which makes me squirm in discomfort at the uncertainty.
Crap, did I step over a line that is only okay in fantasies, and now he thinks I’m nuts for wanting to ditch the condoms?
Maybe I am, but I want to feel him inside me without a barrier between us, and I want him to claim me raw.
Mike:
Kitten, let’s get tested and then I can fill you up over and over for Valentine’s.
YES! I text him back that I’m in agreement with that plan, and then hurry to get ready for work.
In the shower, I spend a little extra time with my hand between my legs, fantasizing about him calling me his breeding fucktoy.
I hope he gets super dirty when we’re fucking.
He always says the most perfect things to make me forget everything but him.
The next two weeks feel like the longest weeks of my life, but it’s finally Valentine’s Day.
I have to work and I’m not sure when my shift will end, so I arranged for a coworker to drive me to Mike’s once we’re done.
I’ve got my duffel bag all packed with a variety of lingerie in reds and pinks to choose from.
Tonight is extra special. We both got tested and we’re ditching the condoms. This pussy is getting stuffed with cum, and nothing is going to stop me.
I glance at the clock, wishing it was later than it is, as I grab a customer’s order off the counter and dash over to them, sliding it onto their table.
“Thanks, hon. This looks awesome.” The elderly woman smiles at me, and I recognize her as a regular. I wish her a good day and go back to daydreaming about my future.
Everything in the world is bright and anything seems possible.
Soon I’ll see my boyfriend for Valentine’s Day and give him kisses all over his face.
If only I could have switched my schedule so I didn’t have to work today.
But at least it’s busy. That might help make it go faster.
Plus, I need the money for a deposit on a new apartment if I want to move out.
Thinking about moving and job hunting creates a pang in my chest. I’ll really hate to leave this job: it’s low stress, I’ve gotten to know the regular customers, my coworkers are awesome, and my boss is great, but I’m starting to feel my confidence come back.
I don’t have to take the first job offered to me, and I can wait until the right position comes along.
I just know I want to be out of my apartment by next winter so I don’t have a repeat of this fucking arctic situation.
On my break, I see a message from Mike.
Mike:
It’s early evening and I’m preparing to have my Kitten with me so I can breed her.
Fuck, that’s hot. I quickly message him back.
Willow:
Can’t wait to see you tonight. I’m ready to be your fucktoy.
Every time I send dirty messages to him without him prompting me, my face flushes and my body tingles.
I get a delicious embarrassment that gives me a slutty feeling.
Mike welcomes this naughty side of me, and it’s liberating.
Is this the difference of dating an older guy instead of someone my own age?
I should ask Alice, since she’s hooking up with an older guy too.
I look at the time again. Jesus, will this shift ever end?
I huff to myself and focus on my tasks. Even though I’d rather be with Mike, I can’t wipe the smile from my face.
The customers are just going to have to live with me being bubbly and lovestruck.
I have a freaking amazing boyfriend who gives me wonderful orgasms and makes me feel safe and appreciated.
My heart beats faster and the swarm of butterflies in my stomach swirls happily as I serve customers.
I wonder if Mike has anything special planned for tonight.
I don’t want to assume he’ll greet me at the door with a dozen roses, but I hope he does something to acknowledge the day.
.. though, let’s be honest, if he fucks me against the wall as soon as I walk in, I’ll think that’s special enough.
By the time my shift ends, I’m a horny mess and I’m chatty and hyper while my coworker drives me to Mike’s house. She drops me off and every step to his front door feels like it takes an eternity. I’m ready for whatever tonight brings.